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“Dana, wake up. We’re here,” he said.
Despite the odds stacked against them, they all made it back in one piece. Cross didn’t need to bury any of his brothers. He kept his promise to Breaker and more importantly, Dana was with him now. Panther and the rest of the Crows wouldn’t be able to touch her in Death Seekers MC territory.
“Here where?” Dana asked.
She looked disoriented as Cross helped her down from the Harley. Her gaze swept over the surroundings, and she took a moment to absorb the scene. The crowded parking lot, the rumbling motorcycles, and the noisy clubhouse gradually must’ve registered in her mind.
Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of fear flickering across them. She seemed overwhelmed by the new environment. Cross reached for her fingers, pleased she didn’t bat them away.
“Hey,” he said gently, trying to make his voice reassuring. “You’re safe here. You and your father are under my protection.”
“My dad,” Dana said. She blinked. “I should probably have a look at his gunshot wound.”
Cross gently rested a hand on her shoulder.
“We have an in-house doctor. Priest already called him,” he told her.
Dana insisted on accompanying her father, and Cross couldn’t fault her for wanting to be by his side. They entered the clubhouse. Most of the crews had returned from their respective jobs, making it a full house tonight.
Cross and Spike led Dana and her father to a smaller room at the back of the clubhouse, which served as Warlock’s clinic. He didn’t think it was necessary to tell Dana that Warlock had lost his medical license five years ago due to a drinking problem. Warlock always came through for them, patching up and sewing MC members and those under their protection without much complaint. Warlock gave Cross and Priest a curt nod of acknowledgment as they entered the room.
“Put him on the table,” Warlock instructed, his tone businesslike.Good, Cross thought.Warlock appears sober tonight.
Spike excused himself from the room while Warlock carefully tended to Dana’s father. It was a gruesome task, but Warlock was efficient.
Once the procedure was complete, Warlock administered a sedative to Jeremy, allowing him to drift into much-needed rest. Jeremy immediately fell asleep.
“I’ll take him to one of our guest rooms,” Warlock offered.
“Thank you, Warlock,” she told him gratefully.
As Warlock began to prepare Jeremy for the move, Cross decided to speak up.
“You probably want to stay with him,” he suggested.
Dana shook her head.
“No,” she replied.
Cross raised an eyebrow. “No?” Cross repeated.
“I want to stay with you tonight.”
The boldness in her voice made Cross study her more carefully. They both looked well-traveled but at that moment, he couldn’t take his eyes off her face or her tempting body.
How often had Cross jerked off to erotic fantasies of Dana, naked and under him, moaning his name while he put his hands and mouth to work? He had pictured her coming undone as he sheathed his cock inside her and claimed her in the most intimate way possible.
Cross even let his fanciful imagination take him to dangerous roads, and making Dana his forever. Hunger assailed him and it made it hard for him to formulate logical thoughts.
Fuck, but he wanted her so badly, he would kill Panther and all the Crows just to keep her safe. Cross had never been this crazy about a woman before. Then again, he’d never met anyone quite like Dana either.
“This way,” he said, voice a little hoarse.
He gripped her hand and led her out of Warlock’s clinic and to the staircase. The third and fourth levels housed the private rooms of the MC members.
Cross’s room was on the fourth floor, right next to the stairs. As soon as they stood in front of the door, Cross couldn’t wait any longer. He yanked Dana close, loving the press of her breasts, of her body against his own. She rose on tiptoe, then kissed him first.
Cross slid his fingers into her hair and responded. The kiss was all heat and bite but it seemed exactly what they both wanted. Cross plundered her mouth, biting and sucking on her lip. At this point, his dick felt like a steel pipe between his legs.
