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"As long as I think you need it." He withdraws his hand, gaze locked on mine as he cleans his fingers off, the digits leaving his lips with a pop.
I snort an unladylike laugh. “So, you’ll let me just mooch around your place here for months. Years, possibly. And nobodywill give a damn?" I pull my hands from his shoulders, tucking them against my stomach to hold the T-shirt down.
He might enjoy the company if this is the way we’re playing the game, but he can’t tell me I won’t overstay my welcome.
“Nobody said you'd mooch.” Digger gives a small smile, mocking my word choice. "You sure assume a lot from only a few fucking sentences."
I’m tossed aside, my back and shoulders hitting the leather seat, his broad frame over me before I can draw another breath.
“I have a habit of reading into things,” I mutter, expression neutral.
From this angle, all I can see is the swell of my breasts between us, the peak of my nipples straining against the cotton.
He notes the same.
"Everybody works for what they get,” Digger grinds out through a thick throat. “Be that permanent board, a place to stay when their marriage hits the skids, or for some like you, a safe place to hide out while the storm dies down." He bites his bottom lip, gaze briefly roaming down to where we touch before uttering, “Damn.”
I hook my heels around the back of his thighs and tug him closer. "What kind of work?" I gesture to the doors out to the yard. "Maddie has never said anything about a business or a side hustle for the club. Howdopeople work for you?"
One hand braced to the back of the sofa, he uses the other to slowly coax my shirt higher until it’s bunched around my throat. "How does any good community survive?" He uses his thumb to circle first one nipple, then the other. "Teamwork. Somebody's gotta do the washin', the cookin', the yard work. Why should we do our own oil change if one guy can earn his place by keepin' on top of the roster forallthe bikes out there?"
I don’t get a chance to respond, his mess of sandy hair in my face as he ducks down to taste the stiff peaks.
Not that I’d know what to say, anyway. The concept never occurred to me. A union of people who gladly work in harmony to keep this place running. "You've got to have some way for the club to earn money, though,” I push out, despite the desire coursing my veins demanding I moan instead. “A place like this can't be cheap to run."
"You're right. It ain't." Digger lifts his head and grins. "But how we pay the bills is something you ain't ever need concern yourself with." His gaze drops to my mouth. "Not if you want to uphold the illusion of ever bein’ safe again.”
14
DIGGER
I kissthe fucking woman before she can ask any more questions, damning myself to hell right alongside her.
Tyke said don’t touch. But since when have I done everything my brother asks?
Rae’s hands fist in the front of my shirt, tucked beneath the open edges of my cut. I curse the damn restriction—curse myself more for not removing it before I started this. But then I might have scared her away, and fuck it if that ain’t something I wanted to avoid.
Her lips are hesitant against mine at first, allowing me to take charge and lead the way as I sweep my mouth across hers and explore the curve of her bottom lip with mine. She sighs, the rush of air sucked straight into my lungs as I throw caution to the wind and tilt my head.
She jerks back, head crushed against the back of the sofa, as her breaths come quick and fast. “Maybe this isn’t… I mean… Fuck.”
“It’s okay to do something that makes you feel good, Rae.” My arm shakes with the restraint required to stay over her, tostop myself from grabbing that damn jaw that works far too much and fucking her into oblivion.
My therapist told me there were three good ways to relieve tension in my first year out of the armed forces: meditation, masturbation, and sex.
I know which one I prefer.
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” She peers up at me from beneath her lashes.
“It’s Maddie,” I supply.
“And your brother.” A small, exasperated sigh falls between us. “I don’t want to shit on his hospitality.”
“I’m the fucking Vice President,” I remind her. “If I say it’s okay for me to give you a goddamn orgasm, then it’s okay for me to give you a goddamn orgasm. Understood?”
She snorts a little laugh. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen and heard in a while. “Whatever you say.”
“Seriously, Rae.” I lean down, arm shuddering. “Let me make you feel good for a while.” I kiss her again, softer. With more promise.
