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He laughed. "There is nothing peaceful or quiet about this party. In fact, I'm pretty sure I saw Cash's dick sliding in and out of some pussy on my way over here. Do you know how much I don't ever want to see his dick again?"
I groaned and ran my hand across my face. We had almost no rules about what went on in the Clubhouse, and for good reason. When my brothers needed to act out and let off steam this is where it needed to happen. Sex, weed, alcohol, fighting, etc. It was all good to go. As cliched as it sounded, this truly was a safe space. As long as everything that happened here was consensual and no one used any hard drugs.
Those were my limits and I didn't give a shit who had a problem with it.
"We should probably talk about what happened at The Diamond. That group of nomads ain't acting like fucking nomads. They keep showing up together like this and ain't no one going to believe they aren't organized and using our turf."
"As long as they're wearing those nomad patches I'm not sure how far we should take it. Although I do take issue with them causing problems in our own home."
"Exactly."
"But," I hesitated, catching site of Sasha who currently had her head leaning against Patty as our most senior old lady told her who knew what. Time to break up that little chat. "We are gonna table this until tomorrow. I'd like to hear everyone's input on this before we make any decisions or take action. Let the boys have this party and we'll deal with the bullshit tomorrow. It ain't going nowhere."
Unfortunately.
"Yeah, you're right," Axel admitted. “My tequila-soaked brain can't handle much more than a warm body in my bed sucking my dick."
I stood, shaking my head. "Go do you. But don't come crying in the morning when your head and your dick aches. I'm calling church at noon sharp."
Walking away from Axel, I grabbed a beer from the cooler sitting on the end of the bar and headed in Sasha and Patty's direction. Either Patty was done with my girl or she read something on my face that had her almost running in the opposite direction.
I stopped at Sasha's side and looked at the empty glass she was fiddling with. "You need a drink, darling?" I raised my hand and whistled to the prospect who was our bartender for the night and he hustled over. This one was brand new and I could smell the eager desperation on him. He was still at that stage where he'd do anything to impress me. "The girl needs a refill."
"Yes, sir," he said, grabbing a nearby pitcher and filling her glass with a clear liquid that looked like...
"I don't drink much," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Especially in places where I need a clear head."
I leaned in closer. "I told you that you'd be safe with us. Everyone here is. This is the one place we all cut loose."
"You don't look like you've been cutting loose. Is the boss not allowed to take a night off too?"
"Trust me, I'm not working tonight," I said, my voice low. "In fact, work is the farthest thing from my mind right now."
Sasha gave off a small gasp with a slight smile on her lips. "What's on your mind then, JD?"
My name on her lips sparked the fire that had been threatening to combust all night. I'd been on edge the whole time trying to prevent it from happening, but all of that effort had been a waste. Her and I, it seemed, were inevitable.
"You are," I said, not bothering to hide the truth. If I was going to demand my men face their truths, then I would always do the same. I'd tried to keep my distance while knowing that getting involved with her would only lead to trouble, but here we were anyways.
Together.
My heart pounding in my chest, and my entire body humming with desire for her.
Without thinking, I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to hers. The fire simmering underneath my skin exploded. All of the want and need I'd been dealing with returned from her tenfold. My girl was hungrier than me.
A low moan in her throat sounded and I immediately deepened our connection, using my tongue to part her lips and force her open to me. I swept inside, pressing our tongues together and then taking control. Her sweet taste was a little like cinnamon, sugar, and pure heat. Fire and ice. Sweet and innocent. It was beyond decadent.
I threaded my hands into the soft strands of her hair and pulled her tighter against me. I cursed the fact there were clothes between us but maybe that was for the best. I could barely hang on to my sanity from this kiss alone. Her naked body would certainly send me over the edge.
My muscles were already locked in fight or flight mode and my dick turned rock hard. If the rest of her tasted this good, I was a fucking goner.
Sasha's arms wrapped around my neck and her lush breasts pushed flat against my chest, putting us as close as we could get. I shifted us around so I could press her against the bar and took it one step further until we were practically laying on the bar with my hips grounding against her heat.
And fuck—the heat.
Catcalls sounded from everywhere around us and I tried to ignore them. But my guys were insistent and I broke the kiss to shut them up. One glare from me and every single one of them closed their mouths and went back to their own business.
But the moment was broken. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
