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There’s a saying about being wary of the charming stranger promising everything you want because he’s the devil in disguise. Is that who Digger is, seated beneath me in his dark jeans, slightly dirty from the road, his T-shirt pulled taut with the spread of his arms? Is he the devil? I take in the disheveled rake of his dirty-blond hair and the careless manner in which it's styled. Has he always worn it that way? Or was this man something else before the club got to him?
When his brother sits at the head of the table, it isn't likely. He was probably born into the lifestyle, the same as Connor was his.
"Why do you want to know?" I shift my hips a little, the friction placing tension between us. "You know the state prosecutor wants me to testify, but what use is it to your club if I tell you what happened that night?"
He turns his head—jaw working a knot as he stares into the flame—before giving me the side eye.
"Howdoesyour club stand to benefit from the details of his death?" I raise my head, daring him to tell me otherwise.
He studies me a moment, hand lifting to scratch at the light dusting of stubble on his chin. "What makes you think we need anything from you?"
"Why else have me here?" I sit straighter, shoulders back. "You said it yourselves: there's a risk involved with taking me on, so surely you'd only do that if you could get something out of me."
"You're a smart one, ain't you?" His lips curl into a wicked smirk, hands sneaking back to the dip of my waist.
I hate how much I like the look on him. "I'm not wrong then, am I?"
He continues to smile while toying with the hem of my shirt, taking his time to answer as though deciding how much he should tell me. "There are things you're allowed to know, being one of the girls around here; things the men know; things that only the officers know. There are things you'llwantto know, but no manner of beggin' or pleading for explanation will ever get us to loosen our lips.” He exhales heavily out of his nose. “There are things you'll think we owe you, answers to questions you've raised, but the truth is, pretty girl, not everything gets served on a silver platter in life. Most of what you get, you earn, and if you want me to tell you a goddamn thing about what it is we need out of you, then you're gonna need to earn that."
"How?" Does he want me on my knees, his dick in my mouth? To ride it where I sit? Because I'd rather die than let a man own me that way again.“I’m not a whore.”
“Never said you were.” That boyish tilt to his smile hits me square in the gut. "You need to show your commitment to us, though. Prove that you're grateful for the helpin' hand you've been given. Prove that you know what we offer isn't your right but a goddamn privilege."
I shudder as the backs of his fingers brush against my sex. I never noticed him slip a hand beneath my T-shirt. "I never assumed the club’s help to be anything other than a privilege.” If he thought I did, then I guess he really is pretty shit at reading people. "Ask Maddie, and she'll tell you I resisted—” I wave myhands around at the room “—this. I didn't want your help. Didn't need the debt." I push his hand away when he continues to idly brush his touch across the sensitive area. "I'm tired of people assuming I believe I'm entitled to any of this because, if it was up to me, I wouldn't get a goddamn hand up in life, anywhere. That way, I wouldn't have to stomach the guilt of knowing people then expect me to do things for them in return.” I shuffle back, readying myself to get off his lap, yet he pins me down with firm hands to my waist. “Things Ican’tdo because I'll never be in a position to return the favor, no matter how much I wish I could."
He stays quiet for a while, just the gentle crackle of the timid fire filling the dead of the night as he stares into my eyes, unblinking."Why do you assume people need something in return?"
"Because you've just said you do!" I throw my hands in the air, letting them land on my thighs with a slap. "You've just said that the only reason I'm here, getting your help, is because you'll get something out of me."
"First off—“ He slides a hand back to my center to tease my clit— "I neversaidthat, you read the implication, is all. And two." He lifts his free hand to hold my jaw shut when I try to speak. "Whatever benefit we get is purely circumstantial. You won't have todoa thing other than get what you need out of us." His piercing eyes connect with mine as he punctuates the point...with his thumb in my cunt. “Out of me.”
I release a groan, eyes slipping closed as he lazily withdraws and circles my clit again. “And what is that?”
“Protection,” Digger grits out, slipping his hand to my neck. He lets loose a purring grumble in the back of his throat. “Now, are you goin’ to sit still and let me fuckin’ make you feel good, or what?”
“I don’t know.” I want to feel good. Fuck, I crave it after the clusterfuck of a day I’ve had. But it feels as though I give him permission to take advantage of me.
To use my sexuality as a weapon.
“Is this me showing you how grateful I am?”
He huffs a heavy breath out his nose. “Naw, babe.” He slides his thumb inside me again. “This is me feelin’ like I can be useful for you.”
“You already are,” I breathe, the building pressure in my core stealing my breath. “You convinced them to keep me here. Safe.”
He leans into me, stopping me from leaning back with his grip on my throat, and presses a kiss to my collarbone. “I didn’t convince them of shit.” He repeats the action on the other side.
He switches his thumb to two fingers, thrusting inside me harder. Sharper.
I set my hands on his shoulders, taking what I need from the moment, fuck the consequences.
“You think we make a convincing pair, though?” Digger pulls back, fingers slowing as he watches me for my response.
“You think this is what the rest of them had in mind when they agreed to your idea?” I drift my thumb to the hinge of his jaw, caressing the hard angle.
“Not in the fucking slightest.” He shifts the hand from my neck down to my breast, kneading the flesh through the cotton fabric, flicking my pert nipple. “But I’m okay with it if you are.”
“How long does this last for?” I search his face as I temper my breaths. “How long am I indebted to you, justbeinghere until the protection runs out?"
