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Chapter 27
Willow
I’m pacing in the central area of the clubhouse. Zoe went to bed after she fed Cody. The Prospect is playing a solo game of pool, watching over me. I’m scared and nervous about what might be happening. Some of the other girls have been sweet, and I’m relieved that I’ve not seen Cherry again.
I stop when I hear the rumble. I feel the flutters in my stomach and start wringing my hands because I don’t know what to do with myself. I vaguely wonder why it sounds like just one bike outside. When the brothers left, it was like rolling thunder out there. I could tell the Prospect wasn’t happy about having to babysit. It’s not long before I gasp when I see Ares face and bloody shirt. Before I can ask if he’s okay, he’s standing in front of me, and a beat later, he’s leaned down and grabbed me by the waist, putting me over his shoulder.
“Whoa caveman, what the hell are you doing?” I call out, hitting him in the ass. He says not one word as we make our way down the hallway to his room. When we enter, and he closes and locks his door, he slowly lowers me down his body so that I feel every inch of the tight muscle. I try to take a step away to inspect him, but he won’t let me move. I put both hands on his chest and look into his eyes, trying to decipher what he’s thinking.
“Ares,” I start to say, but he stops me by devouring my mouth. When we come up for air, he grabs me under the thighs so he can pivot around, so I’m against the door. I hold him around the shoulders and see his blue eyes are stormy. I don’t speak, desire is surging through my system, and my panties are soaked through, and I wonder if he can feel the wetness through the denim of my jeans. I suspect not, but his nostrils flare as if he can smell my lust.
“What now, Prez?” I dare.
He turns around, and in two strides, he tosses me onto the bed, tosses his ruined shirt over his head, and follows me. My hair fanned out, and he grabs a strand of it, twirling it around his finger, fascinated. I start to get restless from the pressure that’s building in my core. So, I take my hands and go for the button on his jeans. He moves, grabbing both hands and putting them above my head; he’s inches from my face. I try to kiss him, but he moves away slightly to avoid my lips. I purse mine in frustration.
“You want something, vixen?” he mocks.
I bring both knees up to his sides, cradling him against where I need him most. I want our clothes off stat.
“Why are you teasing me, Ares?” I huff, trying to move against him to get some friction.
He grounds me into the bed but won’t move to stop my attempts for release. I frown and look away.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to tell me,” he proclaims huskily.
I stare at him, confused. I can feel his hard dick against me, “Tell you what?”
“You’re a smart girl, figure it out,” the bastard has the nerve to smile!
“I want you?” I say, trying to wiggle.
“Wrong answer,” he deadpans.
“Ugh!” I huff, “what do you want me to hear cockblocker?”
“Such language and you teach kids with that mouth?” He laughs, and I can feel the rumble of his chest.
I’m feeling achy and frustrated and sick of this game, “You’re such a fucking bully. I love you! Is that what you want to hear?”
A large grin covers his pretty bandaged face.
“I love you too, and I’m going to show you how much in the shower.”
I roll my eyes and follow his lead.
The End
