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“Fuck, no. You need to do what you need to do. And if that means you take a step back for a bit, do it.”
I nod. “If it’s okay with you, I think I will, not for long, just enough to get my head on straight.”
“You were the one that voted no on the whores, so maybe we need to have a redo.”
“When I come back. Right now, I need to sort my shit, and get my head on straight.”
He agrees then leaves. Am I really willing to leave my club, my brothers? I am, if it proves something to Anara. I need to win her back, and doing so needs to take me doing something drastic.
Fuck, I hope this shit doesn’t bite me in the ass.
Chapter Fifteen
Chaos
Pulling up to Anara’s house a little after seven, I get out of my truck and grab the flowers from the passenger seat. Lilies, her favourite. I make it to her door and she opens it instantly. “I brought these for you.” I hold out the flowers, feeling like a schmuck and she takes them from me and lets me inside.
“These are beautiful. I can’t believe you remembered,” she says, taking a sniff of them before walking off toward her kitchen.
I follow behind her, watching her ass the entire way. It’s hard to see it since her hair is so long it covers it. But fuck me, what I wouldn’t give to have that hair wrapped around my hands while I’m fucking her.
She reaches up on her tiptoes, pulling a purple vase down from the top of her fridge and puts the flowers into it, adding just enough water then places the vase on the counter top. She smiles at me and all I want to do now is take her into my arms.
I decide to say fuck it and do exactly that. Moving to her, I grab her arms and pull her in for a kiss. Our tongues clashing as she yanks her arms out of my hold and wraps them around my neck. Fuck, but I’ve missed this. The taste of her on my tongue. I need more.
She must have the same idea because as soon as the thoughts are uttered in my head, she jumps up, not breaking our kiss and wraps her legs around me. My cock hardens and I cup her ass,giving it a squeeze. Breaking the kiss, we’re panting hard, her eyes hooded.
“I need you,” she whispers desperately. Fuck, yes!
“Which room?”
“Up the stairs, third door on the left,” she says and gets back to kissing me. I’ve missed this, missed her. I was such a stupid fuck for letting her go in the first place, but I also wasn’t the man she needed me to be back then, either.
Getting to her room took some work, we fumbled our way up the stairs and down the hall. Finally, I see her bed and toss her on it. She bounces slightly but lays down, giving me a look that would make a weak man come in their pants.
Her beautiful permanently-tanned skin is calling for me to taste it. I move over her, my cock grinding against her heat. Fuck, I need these pants off. I lick a trail from her neck to her chest, I hate that she’s wearing another man’s mark, but soon, mine will be added to it. I guarantee that.
Lifting up her shirt, I see she’s not even wearing a bra. Some things never change, she used to hate bras with a passion. Constantly bitching about how uncomfortable they were. I lean down and capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking. She arches off the bed and moans. Her hands going into my hair.
“Fuck, tastes just like I remember,” I mutter, moving to the next nipple. She moves again, this time to take the shirt off fully, tossing it across the room.
“Need these pants off,” she pants, her hands slipping between us, rubbing at my cock. She’s right, everything needs to go.
“Get undressed,” I demand of her once I’m standing next to the bed, shucking my own jeans off in the process. I remove my shirt, and she finally sees my chest. Huge fucking tat of her name is etched on me. Something I got about a year after she left me. But I knew she’d always be the one to hold my heart.
The tattoo pissed off a lot of women, but I didn’t give a fuck. None of them were Anara. I was just biding my time until I could get her back. When I heard she was Dirty’s Old Lady, I gave up the dream. But the second the rumor mill started that she and Dirty were on the outs, I knew I needed to make my move.
Now here I am, naked, standing in front of Anara, who is fucking stunning nude. Her legs open and her pussy glistens with wetness. Sinking to my knees, I grab her legs and shuffle her down the bed, her pussy directly in front of my face and swoop down, licking her ass to clit.
Fucking hell, this is like a dream. Tasting her is something I’ll never forget. Sliding a finger into her heat, I latch on to her clit and suck, moving my fingers in tandem.
“Hunter, oh God,” she moans, arching off the bed. I don’t let up until I hit that magical spot I used to hit and she explodes on my face. She always used to be embarrassed when she squirted but fuck me, it was hot.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” I say, lapping up the rest of her orgasm.
“Hunter, fuck, I haven’t come like that in forever.” That makes me frown, obviously Dirty wasn’t doing it for her, because the way she sings out an orgasm haunts me still to this day. Stunning beauty.
I move over her, my feet still on the floor and position us on the bed a little better so we’re not half hanging off it and guide my cock to her entrance. “Once I’m in here, I’m not letting you go, Anara. Do you want this?”
