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Sliding my hand over her cotton-clad arm, my fingers tip her chin back so I can kiss her. I knew she would be self-conscious about her hygiene, so I couldn’t kiss her as I wanted the second I laid eyes on her in that McDonald’s. The staff member there – I think her badge said Emery – was shocked when I handed her two hundred dollars. But she earned it. She kept my Peaches safe for me.
My tongue delves into her mouth, and I groan as she sucks on it eagerly. That’s what I want. Taking it as a cue, I shove up her pajama top, my lips trailing over her chin and neck, latching onto a nipple and sucking, my tongue swirling over the pebbling nub.
Naomi sighs above me, her fingers sliding into my hair as my hand comes up to toy with her other nipple.
“Yes, Viper,” she moans. Lifting my head, I grip her chin, tipping it so our eyes are burning together.
“You call me Damon. Not Viper. Okay?”
Her eyes widen, and she nods. “Okay.”
Satisfied, I lower my head again, sampling her other breast. Every woman I’ve fucked since hanging around the Hawks has called me Viper. But Naomi isn’t every other woman. She’s my old lady. She can call me Damon. The only other person who calls me that is my mother. It seems fitting that the two most important people in my life call me the same thing.
My lips move down, her nipple slipping out of my mouth as I kiss my way across her stomach, my tongue swirling around her belly button, my thumbs hooking under the waistband of her pajama pants, her hips lifting as I tug them down.
Parting her folds, my tongue traces their lines, finding her clit and flicking it. Naomi’s hips surge off the bed.
“Shit, Vi-Damon,” she gasps. I grin, curling my tongue so I am swirling around her clit, my hands gripping her ass, keeping her core pressed against my face. Come for me, Peaches.
She does, with a mumbled sigh, her legs falling away from my ears as she opens like a flower. Crawling up her body, I pepper her throat with kisses, groaning as my cock slides through the slippery folds, nudging her entrance.
“I don’t suppose Joey slipped a packet of birth control pills into your pockets,” I mutter. Naomi giggles, her arms wrapping around my shoulders.
“Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite so thoughtful. We can find some Plan B tomorrow before we go home.”
That sounds like a plan. I plunge into her with a growl, Naomi hooking her legs over my thighs, lifting her hips to meet my punishing thrusts. I think we both needed this. Being away from her for those two days, not knowing where the fuck she was or if she was okay, and the eight hours I was on the road, racing toward her, were fucking awful. Anything could have happened to her.
She’s safe now. Pressing my face against her neck, I inhale, driving deep as her muscles spasm and grip my cock. Naomi comes with a sigh, pushing her whole body up against mine, sagging back down onto the mattress as I keep up my punishing pace, chasing my release.
I come with a groan, my lips finding hers. Sliding out of her, I cuddle Naomi against me, nuzzling my nose into her hair. It doesn’t smell right – probably from the freebie shampoo here – but it’s Naomi.
She falls asleep quickly, but I can’t. I know I should – I have to drive for almost ten hours tomorrow – but my eyes are glued to the side of Naomi’s face, watching her sleep peacefully. Now I’ve got her back, it feels like I need to have eyes on her at all times. It’s over an hour before my eyelids finally close against my wishes, sleep taking me.
As we follow the road, the truck’s engine rumbles, rounding the side of Mt. Morton, passing Gordon’s Lookout, with San Remo spread out before us. Naomi lifts her head from my chest, and I reluctantly loosen my grip on her.
Apart from using the gas station restroom during our single stop on this drive, I have kept her cuddled against my side the whole way. It felt right.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and with a sigh, I work it out, holding it up.
ARIC: Come to the clubhouse when you get home.
Fuck. I can’t disobey a direct order from the VP. With a sigh, I buzz Merch’s number, hanging up before he answers. That was the agreed-upon signal that we were almost home. Lisa and Shelley wanted to be waiting for Naomi when we got home. I didn’t want them there, but if I’m going to the clubhouse, I want someone with her.
Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I reach over, my fingers closing around Naomi’s upper arm, and tug her back against me. She snuggles against me again with a giggle, her arms wrapping around my waist.
Too soon, we are pulling into the driveway behind Lisa’s SUV. Lisa and Shelley are waiting on the porch, their eyes wide as Naomi waves, climbing out of the Chevy and hurrying to them. They fold her into a three-way hug as I hurry after her, not wanting too much space between us until it has to be.
I open the door, ushering them all inside. Naomi looks exhausted. She should have slept more this morning but was eager to get home. She beelines for her old room, but my fingers close around her wrist. That isn’t happening.
I jerk my head at my bedroom, and she nods, leading the women there. I lean against the doorframe, watching with a smirk as they kick off their shoes and crawl into bed with Naomi sandwiched between the other two, the coverlet drawn up to their chins.
“Well, this is a man’s wet dream.”
I get one giggle and two eye rolls in return. “Club business. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” Naomi smiles and waves as I turn on my heel, snagging the door handle to close it behind me. As I leave, they’re all whispering to each other. No doubt Naomi is filling the other two in on what happened.
My rig is still at the clubhouse, so I drive the Chevy back, parking it in front of the auto garage and throwing Lurch the keys. He catches them, nodding as I stride across the compound, jogging up the stairs and into the bar.
