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I’m knocked off-balance as she nudges me, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts, my back hits the wall, placing her under the spray. The water drenches her, claiming her, just as she claims me for the first time with her mouth swallowing me whole.
My head falls back, hands clenched at my sides as she takes more and more of me, until I’m hitting the back of her throat every time. I can barely breathe, yet she’s the one with water hitting her face at the same time as she takes me into her mouth, but it only seems to make her suction tighter around me.
Water droplets cling to her lashes as she digs her nails into my thighs. The pinch of pain mixed with the surrealness that is her mouth has me hurtling over the edge with no way to stop it.
She swallows every drop of me, humming around my length like it’s me that’s brought her to ecstasy. She doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left in me to give, but even as she releases my cock from her mouth, she peppers a few extra kisses along the veins.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Scarlett rises to her feet, the shower cascading around her like she’s the fucking goddess of water or something as she brings her palms to my chest. My hands immediately find her waist, pinning her to me.
I trail a hand to her inner thigh, wanting to feel her warm cunt on my fingers, but she shakes her head and takes a step back, and I somehow let her go. “Come find me when you get home from whatever shit you have going on today.” The rasp in her voice has my cock twitching again. “Then you can claim my pussy again.”
She peels the t-shirt from her skin, letting it slap to the floor with a grin as she leaves the bathroom completely naked. Completely. Fucking. Naked.
Hot damn.
This war better be over sooner because I’ve got sweet pussy waiting for me.
* * *
I can’t decipher what my mood is as I step into the Church. Longing. Annoyed. Desperate? Fuck, she’s in my head in the best way possible. I don’t want to stay behind and get lost in her, I want to go to fucking war and come back to find her sprawled in my bed, ready to take my dick.
“What’s that grin on your face?” Gray taps my shoulder as he drops down into his seat, an almost knowing look on his face.
“I don’t have a grin on my face,” I grumble in response, forcing myself to relax the muscles in my face, and he waggles his eyebrows as he giggles like a schoolgirl.
“So it has nothing to do with Scarlett stepping out of the bathroom naked and soaked to the bone about fifteen minutes ago?” He cocks a brow at me, challenging me to lie as I fight the urge to grin from ear to ear.
Yes. It haseverythingto do with that. I refuse to admit it out loud though, so I toss him the finger instead. Somehow that only makes him grin wider.
Fucker.
Ignoring him, I glance around the table and focus on the Ruthless Brothers. Everyone's a little rough around the edges after last night, but we’re all here to focus on bringing the Devil’s Brutes down.
Emmett appears in the doorway, shuffling around to his seat without a word. The bruising on his face has ebbed a little, but there’s still a slight limp to his walk from the blade he took to the thigh. Apparently the man has a target on his leg, summoning all of the weapons in his direction to cause him pain.
Ishouldkeep him out of today’s fun, but I know he won’t accept it. Not when the blood of the Ruthless Brothers runs through his veins. He’ll be there whether I allow it or not. The main issue we have at the moment is we have nowhere to actually hit.
We don’t know where the Devil’s Brutes operate and we don’t know where their compound is. So without something to go on, we’re stagnant.
Axel grunts, mumbling under his breath with Euro as they step in, taking their seats like the rest of us, when Shift appears in the doorway.
I know that look in his eyes.
He’s found something.
He pulls the chair out beside Axel, but doesn’t drop down into it when he places his laptop on the table. “Prez, I think I have something.”
He’s far too chipper compared to how I feel this morning, but I don’t hold it against him as I sit straight in my chair, ready for whatever information he has.
“Thank fuck for that. What have you got?” Relief washes over me as I wait with bated breath.
“A fucking weird-ass tingle in my stomach from finally being able to call you Prez. It’s badass, man,” he says with a smirk, holding his fist out for me to reciprocate, and I roll my eyes at him as I do.
Asshole.
A few brothers cheer around the table at his comment, but I wave them off, eager to get to the good stuff. Shift sighs dramatically as he spins the laptop toward me.
