Page 38 of Skye


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Hawk nods. “Yeah, and most of us see that, but that ain’t why I like her.”

My brows come together. “Then why?”

“Because she makes you a better man.”

I roll my eyes despite the warmth spreading through my chest. I didn’t realise until this moment how much I wanted to hear that, but I’m not about to show Hawk how it’s affected me. Instead, I make light of it, throwing in a stupid joke.

“You want to braid each other’s hair while we talk about girls?”

He punches me in the shoulder hard enough to make me go back a step. Fucker. The burn starts to turn into numbness after a moment, but I don’t let on that it hurt. I still have some pride left.

“Shut up, dickface. I’m trying to be nice here.”

I snort, trying not to rub at my shoulder. “Was the hitting part the nice bit?”

My sarcasm gains me a scowl, one that I’m getting used to from him. I get the impression I infuriate Hawk. “Go to fuckin’ bed.”

I raise my brows. “Now, you’re sending me to bed like I’m fifteen?”

He shoves me in the direction of the rooms. “You were fifteen four years ago. Get out of here.”

I wave him off as I walk towards the rooms. Fucking dick. How does he make me want to punch him while giving me warm, fuzzy feelings at the same fucking time?

I slow my pace, waiting until he disappears into the common room. Despite what I told him, I don’t want to go to bed, at least not alone.

My cock aches with the need to fuck this shit out of me, but the only woman in this building I want to be with is Skye, and that’s a box that can’t be closed once it’s opened.

So far, I’ve resisted every instinct in my body to take her how I want. She’s pregnant and she’s sick most of the day. When she ain’t vomiting, she’s sleeping, so my need to fuck her senseless has been pushed aside. I might be an animal, but I’m not about to force my pregnant girl to take me.

But those thoughts have been building all week behind a dam that is in danger of bursting. I should do what I told Hawk I was going to do.

Go to bed.

As I pass Skye’s room, my feet turn into concrete blocks, and I can’t take another step.

Fuck.

What am I doing?

If I go into her room, things are going to happen that can’t be undone, and I have to be prepared for that.

But I knew the moment I came back to the clubhouse tonight that I was going to end up in her bed. I always like to fuck after I’ve committed violence, and my fucking conscience won’t allow me to go there with a club bunny, which means Skye is my only option.

In truth, there hasn’t been another woman in my awareness since I first fucked Skye in that dirty bar. Memories of that night flood my brain, and I can see it unfolding like a movie behind my eyes.

The way she felt around my cock as her tight channel squeezed me. The little moans and whimpers she made as I fucked her with raw abandon. The first time had been quick, a fumble in a dirty room, but now, I want to take my time. I want to taste every inch of her body.

I move to the door, ignoring the warning lights flashing in my mind. My need to dip my tongue into her sweet cunt overrides everything, and before I can stop myself, I fumble over the lock and draw it back.

Skyehaschanged me, Hawk is right about that, but she’s also ruined me. I have always been impulsive, I don’t deny that, but she is the perfect storm to make that behaviour worse.

I’m a little breathless as I peel the door open and step inside, ignoring my judgment. The room is dark other than a slither of light coming from the ensuite bathroom, which casts a glow over the bed.

Skye is facing me, her legs tangled in the covers and her hand resting under her pillow. Despite the position, she doesn’t look restful. I can see the furrowed lines on her forehead as some nightmare stalks her sleep. I hate that she feels guilt for what she did to survive. Those fucks deserved everything they got and worse.

I move closer to the bed, my cock heavy and my balls aching as I peer down at her. In the light, I can see her dark lashes framing her closed eyes, and as she twitches, whimpering, I grit my teeth.

If those cunts were still alive, I’d hunt them down and end them, but there’s no one to take that fury out on, so I do the only thing I can—I attempt to bury it, but that’s not easy. Not with her lying in front of me so vulnerable.

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