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He took his hand from her mouth and she gasped.
She pushed her other hand into his hair. And pulled. Tugged hard. Punishing him for putting her in this position. He riled but she didn’t relent, tugging his head back. His throat was now totally exposed to her knife. He swore he felt a little sting, he swore there would be a little knick, a line of red wetness pooling in the thinnest little cut in his skin. He didn’t care, he closed his eyes and let her tip his head back.
She withdrew her hand from his hair, reached a hand down, around the outside of them both. She found his balls. She cupped them, then dragged her nails over them, tugging. Tugging hard, twisting and tugging again, without mercy.
He growled in his throat and bucked, his face screwed up. He closed his eyes and almost blacked out for a moment, his body left behind. He collapsed forward. He came deeply within her.
* * *
The next day,Colt, Ash and Rafe bumbled into Sophie’s Soft scoops. They piled into the entrance but then stopped as soon as they took in the sight in front of them.
The table was upended still, food and smashed plate, and candle wax melted into a pool on the floor. And a knife point embedded into the floor.
“What the fuck happened here?” Colt demanded.
“It looks like either a fight or a fuck.” Rafe grinned, rubbing his palm against his chin, amused.
Phantom came in from the back room at that moment.
They all watched his face, he saw the mess, blinked, and smiled.
“Fuck, you and little miss sugar princess?” Ash teased with a smile on his face.
Colt rounded on Phantom.
“Was it a fight or a fuck? Please say she is still alive,” Colt said, only half joking.
Rafe watched Phantom’s face closely. For the first time in a long time, he struggled to control the look on his face.
“It was a fuck, look at the guy, grinning from ear to ear, that’s the most emotion I’ve seen from you yet, buddy, it must have been fucking sweet as-”
“What happened?” Ash asked, forgetting the yes or no question format.
Phantom wanted to say. He actually wanted to say.
He was going to say. He licked his lips. “Second date,” he rasped out.
They all stared, agape. His first words to them. Ever.
Ash recovered the quickest. “Fuck, brother, if this is what happens on the second date, I’d love to be in the room for the third date…”
“Third date is when girls think it’s okay to fuck, they try and hold out til then, the third date rule. You must have been good to coax her to break the rule, brother,” Rafe chimed in, too, they were trying to be cool and calm, trying not to act all surprised and frighten him from speaking. Phantom appreciated it. He glanced at Colt.
And saw a tear in his eye. Fuck.
“Fucking proud of you, buddy,” Colt said with a broken voice, and clapped him on the back.
Phantom shrugged bashfully, looking down, toeing one of the cardboard takeout containers. Yeah, he was fucking proud of himself, too. He hadn’t felt pride in… forever.
“Right, come on now!” Colt banged his fist on the table to get some silence. Shadow practically rolled his eyes and languidly tucked his head under his paw in his basket on the end of the bar. Another committee meeting. April and Rita were at the table this time. April had baby Chase sleeping in his sling peacefully, strapped to her front. Phantom wondered if Sophie would ever sit at the table with him. If she would be his ol’ lady. He realized he wanted that. Fuck. He wanted that.
“We’ve got to finish the vote for women members,” Colt said. “Then we need to decide what to do with Sully. He says he wants in. Prospect. He’s been hanging around for a while now, he’s a good guy, we need to vote on that, too.”
“Yeah, and we have to fill the committee. Can’t have just a Sergeant at Arms and no one else, Colt,” Lyle pointed out, scathingly. “At least Cleaver had an actual committee running the MC-”
Colt gave Lyle a simmering scowl. “Cleaver is fucking history, Lyle-”
“It’s weird enough we employ a security team-”
