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Chapter 13 Blair

When we arrived back at the clubhouse, Creature reached for my hand and led me inside, locking the door behind us before we headed inside. His warm fingers clenched tighter as he walked into one of the rooms that had been freshly painted. The tape still stuck to all the wood to protect it from drips and splashes.

“Can you imagine how cool this is gonna look when all the new leather couches and pool tables are set up?”

“It’s got a ton of room for everyone. It’ll be great.”

“Yeah.” He pointed to the far wall. “That’s where we decided to hang up all the photos of motorcycles and members. A whole fucking wall for them.”

“I bet everyone will love it.”

Creature tugged me closer. “I want to share it all with you.” He leaned forward and took my lips in an unexpected kiss. His fingers cupped my jaw, caressing the side of my face.

I leaned into the kiss, pressing my body flush against his so he didn’t doubt that I wanted this, that I wantedhim. Our tongues curled around one another’s, and the heat that radiated from his body spiked the temperature in my blood. I wanted more.

He sat on a nearby chair, almost falling into it as I reached for the hem of his shirt. Balen ripped it off as I swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. We only broke apart long enough to accomplish that before our mouths fused again.

His hands slowly glided down my back, dipping below my waist to grab my ass. He squeezed and pulled me into his groin. The hard bulge of his erection nudged my core.

A groan escaped his lips when I grinded against him, rubbing my core over his crotch. “Fuck, baby. You keep doing that, and I’ll need to be inside you.”

“That’s the plan,” I replied, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want you, Balen.”

“Goddamn. You make me hard.”

“Then don’t refuse me.”

He hooked his arm around my waist and lifted me, carrying me to one of the banquet tables set up in the room. My bottom landed on the surface as he looked into my eyes. “I need to fuck you, Blair. I don’t want to wear a condom.”

“Then don’t.”

“I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone recently.”

“Me either.”

He seemed pleased. “Good.”

His fingers reached for my jeans and unsnapped them so fast that I blinked, and he was already hooking his thumbs over the waistband, telling me to lift my bottom. He tugged them over my hips and down my legs with my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed.

His gaze raked over me.

God. That was fucking hot. His heated stare ignited the lust I didn’t want to fight.

Balen lowered to his knees.

My breath hitched as he moved between my thighs, eye level with my pussy as he pulled me closer.

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