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“Thanks.”
Trax watched as she slowly glanced up at Kase. Her lips pursed together, and she gave a sharp nod in acknowledgment.
“It was a fucked up way how this all went down. Some of that is on me and I uh—” He sighed. “Should have fucking handled shit differently. With you.” He raised his brows. “We good?”
It was as close to an apology she’d get from him. He glanced over at Cheyenne, whose face softened. It seemed she understood. It wasn’t a conventional “I’m sorry,” but from Kase, it was damn close.
Cheyenne smiled. “Yeah, we’re good.”
Kase stood. “Good.” He turned toward the hallway but stopped when Cheyenne called out.
“Hey, Kase?”
He glanced over his shoulder and waited.
“Does this mean I get another favor?”
Trax burst out laughing, and he watched as Kase’s lips twitched.
“No.”
This was good. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. She settled into her chair completely at ease. Fucking perfect. It was exactly how he wanted her to feel there with him and his brothers. It would take longer, he knew, for her to feel complete trust with them, but it would happen.
“What’s that?” She pointed to the folder.
“List of properties in Ghosttown.”
She tilted her head. “Saint mentioned the club moving to Ghosttown. He said it would be a good place to set up shop. Me and Macy could get a storefront real cheap and still manage online orders from there.” She eyed him as if she was hesitant, waiting on his reaction.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
“Do you want me there?” she whispered.
He snorted. “You in the same place as the clubhouse? Sounds fucking perfect to me.”
His decision was made. If she was willing to move to Ghosttown, then so was he.
Chapter Nineteen
Trax closed his eyes, his muscles anxiously tense as he fisted her soft locks.
If he died at that very moment, he would end it all with a grin. Waking up with Cheyenne every morning was hard to top, but this was slightly better. Her lips clamped over his shaft with a tight suction. He sucked in a harsh breath. Yeah, he’d die a happy man.
He gazed down at her, naked, her hips grinding over his leg like a cat in heat. Just the sight had him seconds from grabbing her and sinking deep inside her pussy. But he couldn’t. He was immobilized with the feel of her warm mouth over his cock. He loosened his grip in her hair and weaved his fingers through the soft waves. She had the best fucking hair.
Trax flinched from the sharp graze over his length. She was far from experienced when it came to giving head, which made it sexier. She glanced up through hooded eyes. Seeing his dick slip past her lips gave his heart a steady pound. The corner of her lip curled, and she whispered, “Sorry.”
His lips parted, but instead of words, he groaned when she licked his cock from the root to the crown and took him again down her throat. Maybe his woman was more experienced and just enjoyed making him squirm.
While the sex was amazing, surprising to him, he enjoyed just being with her as much as being inside her. This was a first. Even with his ex, he’d never been as content to do domestic shit with a woman. They had dates, real ones. Since his time with Cheyenne, he’d seen more movies than in the past ten years.
“Oh fuck.” He grunted, grasping her shoulder and pushing her away, but she kept on him. Her tongue stroked his dick as she bobbed her head. He was giving her warning, but she wasn’t relenting. His back stiffened and his legs tensed as his hips shot forward, grinding into her mouth. One last jerk and he came. She didn’t let up until he softened in her mouth. Fucking hot as hell.
His breath labored, and he pried his eyes open to see her slithering up his body with a smirk. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as his woman. He reached down, pulling her onto his chest where she settled into the curve of his arm, resting her head over his heart. Her fingers caressed over his chest down to his abs.
“Baby, I have to get in the shower. Macy will be here any minute and trust me, ya think Gage can bust balls?” She raised her brows. “He’s an amateur compared to Macy.”
Trax had no doubt the fluently spoken Macy could be a real ball breaker. And a smart ass. And a bit certifiable. In the past month since all the chaos had died down, he spent most of his time with Cheyenne. And with Cheyenne came her sidekick, pain-in-the-ass, best friend.
