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“I’ll see to it.”
“Good. They haven’t outlived their usefulness,” Sonny replied as he stood up. “Yet.”
13
SONNY
Sonny left the bunker at 5:30 AM.
He was crashing hard, his adrenaline fading as fast as the stars above him, the dawn creeping in. But he was still wired, antsy, and he wasn’t sure how to get rid of his tension.
He walked for ten minutes until he reached his home, on the north side of their club property. His place was a two-bedroom cottage with a front porch and a small kitchen. It wasn’t huge but it had everything he needed.
Unlocking his door, he kicked off his boots. He walked through the living room, dropping his gun on the coffee table and stripping off his jacket and t-shirt. Too tired to care, he threw everything on the floor.
Wandering into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of his favorite IPA. Popping the top off, he took a few swigs, his body finally relaxing even though his mind kept spinning with everything they’d uncovered tonight. At the forefront, thoughts of Avery, her safety top of mind. Not to mention, he kept wondering how the hell she’d gotten out of the bunker and where she was now.
Walking back to his bedroom, he was just about to turn on the lamp beside his bed when he smelled it.
Smelledher.
Flicking on the lamp, he turned to find Avery sitting in the club chair in the corner of his room.
Naked.
Avery’s tits were perfection, high and round with those delectable pink nipples just begging to be sucked. Fuck.
She uncrossed her long legs and Sonny nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her smooth, bare pussy. Seeing her naked on stage was arousing, but here, just the two of them, in his bedroom… His blood turned to fire, his cock throbbing with a want so sharp he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
Someway, somehow, he managed to find his ability to speak.
“You got the wrong house,” Sonny bit out harshly as he moved to stand in front of her.
His whole body was shaking, hell, his hands trembled so bad he shoved them in his jean pockets to keep still. This woman did crazy things to him, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his tightly wound control tethered.
“No,” Avery countered and spread her legs wider, moving her right hand slowly over her stomach until it reached her inner thigh. “I’m definitely in the right place.”
In her left hand dangled a half-drunk bottle of beer. His beer. Woman had balls to break out of the bunker, break into his home, and break out his booze. He was both impressed and pissed off. It seemed Avery knew how to push every button he had, including the ones he kept hidden from everyone else.
It was unsettling to have another person see below his surface.
And inside, he was a mess. Sonny’s heart was about to give out, his pulse pounding so hard he was sure Avery could hear every beat. But the one small part of him that was still in control didn’t trust her appearance at his home.
She was not a woman who forgot or forgave.
“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, Avery, but you need to leave. I’ve had a long night. We got two Death Riders holed up in the bunker and I’m tired from the interrogation. Now get your clothes on and get gone.”
His voice nearly cracked on the last word.
Sometimes the best way to get rid of the enemy was to feign indifference. God knows it worked with the women who chased after Sonny in the past.
Too bad his cock didn’t agree with his plan. His jeans were painfully tight, his heavy dick aching to be touched. Avery stared at his crotch with a knowing smile. He bit his lip to keep from saying something he’d regret.
The war between them was on but Sonny was losing. He wanted to surrender and wasn’t that a total mindfuck?
Turning away, he disobeyed every desire he had to strip off his jeans, haul Avery into his arms and make her his. To taste every inch of her skin, to ruin her for anyone else.
Instead, he stomped off into the bathroom, and turned the shower on cold, full blast.
