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Lost in that thought, I miss my block, and Mason hits me with a southpaw. Pain explodes in my jaw, and I drop to my knees, breathing labored.
“It’s time to come home, brother. Call it an order if you have to but come home.”
4
Taylor
Seeing Christian walk into the clubhouse makes my damn silly heart soar. My feelings aren’t reciprocated. That’s why I resist the urge to go throw my arms around him. But he’s finally here. He gives me a slight nod, then follows Hunter toward Mason’s office.
The layout here is a bit different than the old place, but definitely better than them setting up shop at Harlot’s Haven. They can’t truly replace their original clubhouse. Can’t get the history and memories back. But they can get revenge and move on. Somehow. At least, that’s what I choose to believe. Otherwise, it feels like Carson and Lina…their unborn child…died for nothing.
They would’ve loved this place. All the work everyone put in has made it our very own sanctuary. It’s more than a clubhouse. It’s home.
“Do you think Mason made him come back?” I ask Allie. She’s here restocking the fridge and pantry while I clean. It’s the least I can do for Mason for letting me stay here and for not chewing me out for constantly asking about Christian.
“I wouldn’t doubt it. It was time.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“You’restill going to have to give him more time, though.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “So I’ve heard.”
She puts her hand on my shoulder. “He won’t be any good for you right now. Trust me, I’ve tried forcing it, and it never works. You end up with so much pain. It’s unbearable. I don’t think you want that for either of you.”
I nod as though I understand. The truth is, I’m not any good for him. I’ve been spoiled goods from the moment I got pubic hair and breast buds. I’m not fit to be an old lady. These women deserve the men they have. They earn the respect of the club.
Not me. I’m tolerated, accepted even, but not respected. So, when it comes to Christian, I’ll take any part of him I can get. Anything he’s willing to give is more than I deserve.
5
Munsey
The liquor is flowing, and half-naked women dance around. Just like old times. Then, I remember the PlayStation and television used to be on the other side of the room. The pool table was set up differently. Those aren’t the same barstools.
Everything is different. I’m fucking different. That’s what I hate the most.
I finish off my beer and stand from the sofa. Grabbing the first clubwhore I see, I pull her to me and toss her over my shoulder. She giggles, and I smack her ass, ignoring the glare I receive from Taylor. She shouldn’t even be here.
Walking down the hall, I find an empty room. Doesn’t matter who it belongs to. They wanted me back. I’m back. I toss the woman down, and she licks her lips, spreading her legs to expose her bare cunt. I knew she wouldn’t be wearing panties underneath that short skirt of hers.
Would Taylor be shaved, or would she have a perfect blonde landing strip? Would she skip the panties if she knew I was dying to sink inside her? Holy fuck.
I strip my shirt off, and the woman stands, unbuckling my pants. “Condom?”
Things really have changed. The clubwhores don’t usually care if I use protection or not. Doc makes sure we’re all clean and that the ladies have birth control.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I’m new and just started my birth control. I can’t take any chances, you know. Go ahead and get naked. I’ll be right back.”
She hurries off, apologizing again before she disappears out the door. With a sigh, I fall back on the bed, eyes closed. This is a mistake. Fucking her isn’t going to change a thing. My dick agrees, losing its hard on. The bed sinks, and I start to sit up, but soft fabric covers my eyes. She blindfolds me, urging me to lie back.
“You know, this isn’t a good idea.” I reach for the material, but she eases my hands away, shushing me.
She kisses down my bare chest, her tongue flicking over my nipples. When she softly bites the sensitive area, my dick roars to life. She palms it, rubbing me through my jeans before slipping her hand inside to stroke me.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
This was supposed to be a quick fuck. A way to remind myself that I can be the way I used to be. Foreplay wasn’t part of the plan. Yet, her mouth closes over my dick, and I do nothing to stop her.
