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Thinking about her sitting on her knees in just her property cut as she looks up at me, her navy eyes filled with lust and love, has me reaching down to adjust my dick in my pants. I’m as hard as steel for my woman and my feet can’t seem to move fast enough to get inside.
I slip in through the doors quietly, hoping I can catch a glimpse of my little feather before she notices me. I’ve enjoyed keeping an eye on her—some would call it stalking, but not me—when I can, and I know she can always feel my eyes on her whenever I do. It’s in the way she sits up a little taller and tries to sneak looks around her that gives her away.
I don’t think she had any clue it was me watching her, but I do like to think she had an inkling. I used to watch her all the time back in the day as well. I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from her sometimes and I didn’t give a flying fuck if it was wrong or not.
I notice everyone’s attention is directed at a table in the common room and I almost roar when I see why. One of the hang arounds, one I might have said a total of three words to in the years she’s been trying to hop on some biker cock, is standing near my woman looking like she’s about to spit fire out of her nose.
“He’s not even here right now,” the bitch who clearly can’t read the room sneers at my woman.
“But his brothers are, and they will back up my words,” the angelic reply from my little feather has my heart beating faster. I’m a sucker for her voice. She could talk me into just about anything as long as she keeps talking because I love listening to her. “It’s your choice what you do from here, but I’m done with this conversation.”
My woman is fierce. Even though she has it under control, I find myself moving closer to her. I fucking missed her and seeing her defend her place at my side is hot as hell. It probably shouldn’t be, but it is.
I put my hand on my woman’s shoulder and meet her navy eyes when she looks up at me. I smile down at her and hope she can see the pride I feel for her. Her pretty pink lips are plump and inviting. Who am I to turn down such an enticing invitation?
I close the distance between us to kiss her and everything around us fades away. I don’t care about the hang around and her annoyed huff. I don’t care that my brothers see me totally gone for my woman. I don’t care about the goofy grins on McKenzie and Lennon’s faces.
I only care about her.
I pull back just enough to murmur against her lips, “Having fun, little feather?”
She pecks my lips before sitting back in her chair and grabbing her drink. “Of course. Girl’s night is always fun.” She winks at me and gives me a cheeky smile that has my cock throbbing behind my fly.
I kiss her forehead before I straighten up and turn toward the hang around. “The real question here is why you thought it would be a good idea to question anything to do with a member of this club.”
The woman, whose name was never important enough to remember, goes pale. “I just,” she starts, her face turning red, “she was talking about you, and we all know you’re off limits and we don’t touch you or go near you for some reason.” I arch an eyebrow at that because I wasn’t aware anyone knew even that much. Her voice takes on a shrill, defensive tone, “She was claiming that you’re hers.”
“And she is right about that,” my tone holds no room for argument. I point toward the door. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.”
Her eyes widen and she looks around the room, probably thinking someone will come to her defense. I don’t look away from her because I know no one will. The moment she comes to the same conclusion, her shoulders slump and she stomps out without looking back.
I give the back of my woman’s neck a squeeze. “Have fun with your girls.”
She beams up at me before I head over to the bar and grab a beer. I’m surrounded by my brothers, but I can’t tear my eyes off my little feather as she talks and laughs with her friends. She’s fucking gorgeous.
It can’t be more than half an hour later when I can’t take it anymore. She’s so close and not having her in my arms is pure torture. I finish off my beer and leave the bottle on the bar before I stalk over to my woman, tug her gently from the seat, and scoop her up into my arms.
“I was wondering how long you were going to last,” Bronco calls out from across the room, laughter in his voice.
“Like you’re one to talk, you’ve been stalking McKenzie with your eyes since before I got back,” I throw over my shoulder, not slowing down as I carry my woman to my room. His laughter behind me melds with the giggling coming from the precious woman in my arms. “I already wasted too much time as it is,” I mutter under my breath as I kick my door open and then close it once I’ve walked through.
Evelyn cups my cheeks in her hands, and I look down at her. “No more living in the past, Bennett,” she scolds me gently. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“It’ll always matter,” I counter vehemently.
I put her down so she’s standing next to the bed, my movements slow and measured. “No, it’s in the past. You had your reasons, good or bad, they were yours. We did what we did, we can’t change it now.” Her hands come down on my chest and she slowly pushes my cut off my shoulders, removing it before hanging it over the end of the bedframe with reverence. She looks back at me, her eyes serious and steady. “I trust you, Bennett.”
Something inside of me breaks with her words, something I had been holding onto for so long I didn’t even realize it was there. A dam holding my guilt close so I could feel it and drown in it. I don’t need it anymore, not when I have my little feather.
Our hands are searching, moving with light touches and nimble fingers as we undress each other. When she frees my cock and bites her lip, I let out a low groan and pre-cum beads at the tip. My groan turns into a growl when she drops to her knees in front of me. I pull the hair tie from her hair and watch as her blonde hair falls around her shoulders. She looks like an angel. But I’ve gotten to know this woman again and she’s pure fucking sin.
Her fingers grip the base of my cock and squeeze, the sensation making me pump my hips, begging for more without words. Our eyes lock as she looks up at me and swipes her tongue across the head of my dick, tasting me and letting out a noise of appreciation. It takes all my willpower not to fuck her face. Instead, I place my hand gently on the back of her head and let her have control.
She explores my length with the tip of her tongue, teasing me and making my hips twitch with the effort of holding back. The butterfly kisses she plants up and down my shaft has my fingers flexing against the strands of her hair. When she smirks up at me before opening her mouth and taking me to the back of her throat, I let out a moan and tilt my head back.
Seeing her, feeling her, smelling her—it’s almost too much for me.
“If you’re not careful, Evelyn, I’ll be coming down your pretty throat far too quickly,” I warn her.
