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“Suck, Daisy.”
Her eyes locked with mine in determination, but she didn’t suck.
“Fine.” I pulled them out, then shoved them back into her pussy and began to fuck her with them. I rubbed her clit in slow circles that had her sliding back in search of friction. I released her wrists in favor of pulling the string of her thong up, while keeping three fingers buried in her cunt.
“Fuck my hand, Daisy.”
With a gasp, she rocked her hips back and forth. My fingers shifted to rub only her clit, and I had her writhing. The sound of her arousal and my fingers moving over her sex filled the room, then came her heavy breathing.
“I’m almost there,” she panted, and I moved my fingers faster over her until her head tipped back, her spine arched and her palms found the surface of the door. Pushing her hips back, it was a fucking sight to see with my hand pulling her thong, her jeans around her thighs, and her perfectly round ass pushing against my arm as my hand was buried inside her pussy.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers, as her breathing came out in tiny bursts.
Then she ruptured.
“Killiannnnnn.” She moaned, slowing her hips as she found her release.
I stood there, milking the orgasm out of her, every last ounce of pleasure she might find by moving my fingers inside her, feeling her release coat every single one of my fingers.
Once she sagged against the door, I pulled my fingers free and spun her around.
Then licked every single finger clean.
“You call me if you need a ride. Not Kip.”
Pink lips parted again as she tried to lock on to my words, but before she could respond, I opened the door and walked past her.
She was right. I did make sure nothing would ever happen between us, and while I couldn’t risk any emotions getting in the way, she wouldn’t be riding with Kip again.
NINE
LAURA
There were too many people for the clubhouse to hold.
Regretfully, I had not planned a trip home, mainly because I had no car. Which meant, I was stuck here during the celebration of the Stone Riders welcoming their new president. I managed to skip last night, but apparently it was only the preliminary celebration.
I’d kept a mostly low profile, just helping Natty and Red as they needed it, but the later it got, the more relaxed I became and the more curious.
It wasn’t just the Stone Riders here; it looked like there were various other patches and colors clinging to leather and denim. I was behind the bar, watching the people fling back drink after drink, yelling, laughing and even singing. A few smiles slipped free as I tested the waters of joining in. A sense of belonging slowly crept into my chest, warming with a comfort I hadn’t felt anywhere else.
I laughed, tossing my head back as I sang along with everyone else who was belting the words to “Sweet Home Alabama.” I slapped Sadie’s ass, one of the Sweetbutts who had become a rather familiar face around the club, as she jumped on the bar and began twerking. I was happy, and regardless of the day or the week I had, I would still cling to the tiny moments of joy and tuck them away for later when I needed a reason to stay in Rose Ridge.
I glanced around, trying to locate my best friend, when a flash of green stopped me. It was an instant thing, me slipping back into my shell as I registered the president’s gaze. The feeling like I was an imposter smothered all the fire in my core.
Killian was watching, and I already knew he was waiting for me to mess up. The memory of last night was a string pulled tightly around my heart. As if he were merely creating these sudden encounters as a way to play me. As if he’d walk up and pluck at one, and the entire thing would just unravel.
The evening I was drunk had begun to come back to me, and that paired with the incident last night, was just too much to see him again so soon. He had ignored me for three months, only to now swoop in like a wildfire and consume every ounce of air in my lungs and every star in my sky.
I turned my back on him, hoping it would get his attention off me and maybe on Kaya, or one of the other girls around here who worshiped the very ground he walked on. Busying myself with refilling the beer and stocking more liquor. I completely missed when Killian had drawn closer, and now crowded the bar.
He was talking to Clive, one of the newer prospects who tried to attach himself to Killian’s side every chance he got. Clive kept talking about something that was rather large by the way he kept expanding his hands. I couldn’t hear, but Killian wasn’t really paying attention.
His gaze kept gliding toward me, like we were two doors stuck on the same track, sliding back and forth toward one another.
Red came up behind me, startling me by patting my shoulder. “Okay, we’re done serving for a bit. We’re moving outside for the barbeque and bonfire.”
I hid the way my shoulders tensed and gave her a wide smile. “Okay.”
