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“Look at my options, Brax, I got Squealer, who can barely coordinate a wet dick into a pussy. Screwy, I don’t know if the guy’s level headed or bent out of shape. Grimm…” All three of us look over to the corner of the room, where Grimm is sitting, twiddling a Rubik’s cube in his hands, while his eyes focus on the club whore dancing in front of him. Enough said on that one.
“Nyx and Tac are both too busy at the studio, Troj and Jessie got their roles.”
“What about Thorne?” I remind him, Thorne’s one of the more mature members of the club. He’s quiet, and keeps himself to himself, but I know he’s got a level head on his shoulders.
“Thorne has enough shit to deal with, he does the books for all the legit businesses,” Jessie points out.
“So what you’re telling me is that you’re all out of options?” I smirk at them both, lighting up a smoke.
“What I’m telling ya, is that you’d make a good road captain. That you fit in well, and that now you got a reason to stick around you should put some roots down.” His eyes flick over to Nyx.
“I’ve made no secret of the fact I wanna stick around, Jimmer.”
“I just wouldn’t want recent events to put you off staying.” Prez passes me another drink.
“Take the vote, Prez, I’m here for good. If the Charter wants me, I’ll be your road captain,” I tap my glass against his, before swallowing its contents.
“We should celebrate, you wanna get into Haven?” Prez offers, gesturing his head over the bar to where his favorite bitch is working.
“Nah, I’m good. It’s been a long day. I’m gonna get some sleep.”
“I hear our visitor is residing with you?” Prez chuckles.
“Yeah, she’s staying with me,” I confirm, fully aware of how possessive I sound.
“You wanna be careful you don’t catch what Jessie and Nyx got,” he grins as he tips his head back and takes his shot.
“Ain’t no chance of that,” I guarantee them both.
“The sooner we get that girl back to her life the better then.”
I don’t answer Prez, just make my way outside and get on my bike. I ride up to the cabins, marching through my front door and expecting to find her waiting for me. And the stab of disappointment is a little too brutal when she isn’t.
My own patheticness only adds to my rage.
I should have taken Prez up on his offer and fucked Haven. Hell, even Mel would have been a better alternative to the way I’m feeling now. I need space in my head so I can start thinking straight again. So, why the fuck am I here, and not down there? Why have I come home to her, and why am I letting myself into my room knowing that she’ll be sleeping in my bed?
I sense him there but keep my eyes tightly closed. Tension is coming off him in torrents. His anger radiating the whole room. Yet he doesn’t scare me. I know Brax won’t hurt me, he knows it too, it’s what makes him so irritable around me.
I can hear him breathing, heavy breaths that seem to be taking up all his energy. It stirs excitement in my tummy and summons a desperate ache between my legs.
“Brax.” I open my eyes, pretending to be surprised to see him, but he doesn’t answer me. Just keeps his stare drilled into me, his jaw clenched tight and his nostrils flaring like he’s about to go into battle.
He aches for me, the same way I ache for him. And despite knowing that I’m wrong to even consider letting it happen again, I still pull back the sheets and go to him.
“You okay?” My fingers slide over his bristly jaw, and he flinches back like my touch scolds him.
He snatches my wrist in his hand, and I expect him to push me away, but instead, he holds me still.
“You’re wearing my shirt.” Words come out but his lips barely move, and all I can do is nod back at him.
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” I manage to whisper. The moonlight coming through the cabin window makes his shadow on the wall tower over mine.
“You don’t belong in my shirt, Gracie,” his voice is gravelly and full of spite. “You don’t belong in my bed.”
“I know that too,” I agree, but that doesn’t make me want him any less. My teeth scrape over my bottom lip when I look at his and remember how they touched mine last night. Those lips are my favorite part of him and reaching up on my toes, I suck in a breath and take a risk, pressing my mouth over his.
I prepare myself for his rejection. What I don’t prepare for is his arm, wrapping around my waist and lifting me onto his body. Or for my delicate kiss to be completely corrupted with a deep possessive hunger that devours as his hands crush my ass cheeks, forcing me tight against his body.
