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Zeke, ever the wise counsel, much like he was with my father, patiently says, "I get it, Ares. You want vengeance so bad you can taste it.
We all do. But what we don't need is to start a war without proper consideration as to why we're fighting. I'm not convinced. Your father brokered peace with the Havoc Ryders after we nearly tore each other apart."
"Don't speak to me about the past!" I push up from the table and lean over the wood. "You have 48 hours to convince me not to go guns blazing." I slam my gavel down, too agitated to sit still. I make my way out of the room. My anger must be seeping out of my pores like lava because no one speaks to me as I head straight out the clubhouse door. There's only one thing I want right now.
I arrive at my house and park my bike in the driveway beside Willow's car. I'm relieved at least one thing I wanted is insight. I come through the side door to see Willow opening a beer and grabbing the glass on the table. I look down and see steak and potatoes and two place settings. Willow looks up at me and smiles, but it's not long before she's frowning, taking in my stance and the energy crashing off me. "Are you okay?"
I don't speak as I look at her. Fucking hell, this woman is stunning. Her hair is down and cascading over her shoulders. Willow is wearing a t-shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. She's barefoot and standing in my kitchen as if she belongs there. Shit, she probably does. I crook my finger and motion for her to come to me. She must know on some level that it's not the right time for our usual attitude display. She puts down the beer and glass and walks to me. I inhale her flowery scent and close my eyes for a split second. I lean into her and cup my right hand on her cheek as I take her lips. She immediately parts them, and I dive in with my tongue. I move my other hand around her to pull her closer to me. The feel of her body in front of mine has my cock aching against my zipper. I've been rock hard since I came into the house.
I pull away, just enough to look her in the eyes and say, "tell me now if you don't want this."
Willow blinks at me and nods her head in agreement that she's all in. I move around her and take a handful of her luscious hair and curl it around my fist as I lean into her ear and say, "be sure, vixen. I can't do gentle tonight," I warn as I tug on her hair, bringing her head back and chin up.
"Bring it," she demands.
I waste no time moving her toward the wall, kissing down the side of her neck roughly. Willow takes care of her pants and panties in one go, shimming out of them and kicking them to the side. I touch her clit and feel her wetness, stroking her twice before letting go of her completely to pull my jeans and boxers down far enough to free my cock.
"Hands-on the wall, above your head," I say gruffly, entering her in one swift thrust.
Willow's head falls back as she groans. I take my left hand and grabbed her tit, her nipple a hard pebble. I take my other hand and find her clit again and begin stroking in a rhythm to match my hard thrusts. It's not long before I feel her walls tighten around me as I explode, jerking every ounce out of me. We're both breathing hard. I step back long enough to pull up my jeans and adjust my junk. She turns around to face me, and I move in, deliberately kissing her before she can speak. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I plan to fuck her again and again, allowing my rage the divine distraction of her pussy.
