He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling it away from her face and into his fists. Watching her cheeks hollow out with every bob of her head made him almost lose his shit right then and there.
He couldn’t watch it. No fucking way. Watching and feeling that sweet, hot suction on his dick was too much. Where did she learn to suck cock like that?
Fuck! That was the last thing he wanted to think about at this moment.
Didn’t matter. Did not fucking matter who she wrapped that talented little mouth around before him. Didn’t fucking matter, he told himself once more to get it through his thick skull.
All that mattered right now was that it wasn’t one of the Bobby twins getting this stellar head.
She tightened the two fingers she had encircling the root of his dick and squeezed it hard. The nails on her other hand raked along his balls, making them tighten.
“Fuck yeah, babe, that’s it,” he groaned. “Oh fuuuuck.”
His hips rose off the mattress when the tip of her tongue circled the edge of his crown and she flicked it around the top.
Jesus fuck.
He dug his fingers deeper into her hair and fisted them tight, keeping her in place as his hips rose and fell, fucking her hot mouth.
His eyes closed, and a low groan rose from his chest and out of his parted lips as he panted.
“Fuckin’ Christ, babe.” His chest felt as if it was caving in as her teeth scraped softly along the top of his dick.
And when she took almost his whole length...
He felt like crying like a baby. Jesus, she could suck a knob off a door. But his knob was about to blow.
“Gonna come,” he panted his warning. He tugged on her hair, but she resisted, not letting him go. “Babe, gonna come,” he warned her again.
Like seriously, this was her last chance to bail.
But she sucked him harder and he grunted, his hips shooting off the bed as he blew his load down her throat.
And the fucking woman... Took. It. All.
As soon as his brains landed back in his head, he tipped it to peer down at her. Her shiny lips stretched into what looked like a satisfied grin.
He bet his satisfied grin had her beat, though.
She reached up and wiped the corner of her skilled mouth with her finger. Not that there was anything to wipe away. No, there fucking wasn’t. She was just being cocky since she swallowed every last drop.
“Keep your fuckin’ mouth busy like that, no chance to sear my ears with your bitchin’.”
She made some noise like she was offended as she smacked his thigh, then climbed right up his body to give him all her weight. She dropped her head and kissed him.
He pinned his lips tight and turned his head away. “Fuck, babe, you just swallowed my load. Don’t wanna taste it.”
“Oh, so it’s okay for you to kiss me after eating me out?”
“Fuck yeah. That’s hot.”
“But I can’t kiss you after sucking you off?”
“Fuck no. Gotta have rules.”
“No rules.”
With a twist of his body he was back on top, staring down into her blue eyes. They were so piercing that they got him in the gut. A feeling he did not want to explore. Not now. Maybe not in the near future, either.
“Gotta have rules,” he murmured as he studied how her dark hair spread out over his pillow.
Fuck, she looked good in his bed. His heart began to pound wildly and a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead.
Uh-uh. No. He was not going to be tied down to Diamond. Nope.
He pushed off her and sat up on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his short bristly hair, then he wrapped it around the back of his neck and squeezed.
“We’re not going to fuck again?” she asked softly, disappointment tinging her question. She traced a finger gently down the line of his spine.
He closed his eyes and slowly let the air in his lungs escape from between his lips.
“Gonna be late for work, princess.”
“Okay? You told Crash I would be. He’s not going to care.”
Jesus. How did he get her out of his bed, out of his room, without being a complete dick?
He couldn’t.
Fuck.
Without looking at her, he said, “It was fun, but it’s morning an’ I got shit to do.”
The bed shifted as she jerked to a seated position. “What?”
“Got shit to do,” he repeated.
“Like what?”
“Like washing the pussy off me an’ gettin’ somethin’ to eat. That’s what.”
She said nothing. He only heard her breathing. Then the bed shifted again as she climbed out of it. He avoided looking in her direction.
“Got your birthday wish,” he mumbled.
He expected her to freak the fuck out on him. Expected a boot or something to clobber the back of his head. But he heard nothing but her getting dressed. He had a feeling the silence should scare him more than her bitching.
From experience, he knew a woman’s silence could be deadly.
The door opened and braced himself for the slam.
The soft click of it closing made him close his eyes and scrub his hands over his face.
He could barely make out the sound of her boot heels heading down the hallway. They weren’t rushed at all. They were slow and methodical until he couldn’t hear them anymore.
He turned his head and stared at his empty bed. Placing his hand in the center of it, he could still feel the warmth she left behind. He groaned.
Fuck him.
* * *
Diamond slowly moved down the stairs, her eyes on each step so she wouldn’t tumble down them, break her neck and end up in a heap at the bottom. She had her lips pressed together tightly so they wouldn’t tremble. If she kept concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, then maybe she could keep the sting that burned her eyes from escaping down her cheeks.
She should have gone home with Robby and Bobby. That way the morning after wouldn’t hurt so damn much. Even her stomach felt like it had been carved out with a spoon.
As she hit the bottom of the steps, she looked around to make sure she wasn’t going to be taking a walk of shame in front of any prospects, or skanks, be it sweet butts or any of Dawg’s girls.
Because right now she felt no better than a patch whore. At least with Robby and Bobby, she’d never have to see them again afterward. Unlike Slade.
She searched the common area and her eyes widened as she spotted Crow leaning against the counter in the corner drinking a cup of coffee.
His dark, almost black, eyes were on her, but she couldn’t read them. She took a right, heading toward the back door to escape and he cleared his throat.
She ignored it and he made a louder, more deliberate noise, making her halt mid-stride.
She closed her eyes as his low, honeyed voice washed over her. “Get over here.”
Without opening her eyes, she whispered, “Can’t.”
“Did you say ‘Can’t?’ Since when’s that word in your vocabulary?”
“Crow,” she groaned.
“Fuckin’ get over here, baby doll.” When her feet refused to move, he added a firm, “Now.”
Opening her eyes, she twisted her head in his direction to see that he had put his coffee cup down and was now crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
She sucked in a deep breath to bolster herself then crossed the large room toward him. When she got close, he opened his arms and she walked right into them, pressing her cheek against his warm, broad chest.
His lips brushed over her hair at the top of her head. “Shouldn’t be lookin’ as though someone died after gettin’ laid, baby doll.”
She nodded against him.
“Do I need to beat someone’s fuckin’ ass?”
“No,” she murmured into his chest.
“Who fucked you over?” his question was low and asked close to her ear.
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nbsp; She sighed. “No one.”
“Bullshit. Was your fuckin’ birthday last night. Had a good time. Drove the brothers fuckin’ nuts, though. Even...” He drifted off, then finished with a growl. “Slade.”
Her fingers curled into his back as he pulled her tighter against him.
“That you an’ him makin’ all that fuckin’ noise last night?”
Diamond didn’t embarrass easily, but him asking that question made the heat crawl up her neck into her cheeks. She buried her face farther into his shirt to hide it.
“Jesus,” he whispered when she didn’t answer. He rubbed a hand up and down her back in a soothing manner. “Thought you wanted his dick?”
“I do,” she said then quickly corrected it with, “I did.”
“Got it. Now what?”
Good question. Now what? “Says I’m a bitch.”
“After he fucked you?”
“No, before.” Di felt his body shake with silent laughter against her. “Am I really a bitch?”
His shaking stilled abruptly. Then he snagged her chin and lifted her face to his. He held her gaze when he admitted, “Yeah, baby doll, you can be a fuckin’ ragin’ bitch. But you’re smart an’ can be fuckin’ sweet as one of Soph’s cupcakes when you wanna be.”
“I don’t try to be that way, Crow,” she said softly.
“Know it, baby doll. We all just accept that’s the way you are. We all just figure you ain’t gettin’ enough dick.”
She laughed and smacked his arm. “That’s not right.”
“True, though. Catch-twenty-two, baby doll. Not gettin’ dick turns you into a bitch, you bein’ a bitch ain’t gettin’ you dick. Somethin’s gotta give to break that endless cycle.” He sighed, his chest rising and falling under her cheek. “Look how sweet you are all cuddled up in my arms right now. Got dick, made you sweet.” He pressed his face into her hair. “Even if you are a bit heartbroken right now.”
“I’m not heartbroken.”
“Yeah, you are. Watch you ‘round ‘im. Your pretty blue eyes always landin’ on ‘im, watchin’ ‘im, hungry for ‘im. Hard to miss.” Crow paused then his chest continued to rumble under her ear as she pressed it against him. “Tell you somethin’, think the man’s a rollin’ stone. Don’t think he’s gonna settle here. Searchin’ for somethin’.”
“What?”
“Dunno, baby doll. Until he finds it, gonna keep movin’.”
“Crow, I saw the colors you tatted onto his back. Can’t get more permanent than that.”
“Yeah, surprised me he got it done. Think he did it to appease D’s suspicion of ‘im.”
“The guy’s a former Marine,” Di murmured.
“Don’t mean shit, baby doll. Maybe it’s best he tossed you from ‘is bed.”
“He didn’t toss me—”
Crow pulled her away enough to give her a look.
“Whatever,” she grumbled, then pressed herself against him again. “You feel good.”
He chuckled softly. “Ain’t givin’ you dick to keep you sweet.”
She smiled into his shirt. “Would it be so bad?”
“No. But it ain’t gonna—” He suddenly stopped talking and his whole body went solid against her. She turned her face enough to see what made him react that way.
Slade was coming down the steps, his hair still damp. His dark eyes hit hers, held for a second, then lifted to Crow’s.
“Brother,” he grumbled as he crossed the room in their direction.
Crow gave him a chin lift but held Di closer. “Brother,” he returned the greeting. “Coffee’s fresh.”
Slade nodded and headed over to the pot, his eyes not leaving them. He only turned away long enough to grab a mug and fill it, then he turned back, took a swallow and said, “Wanna let ‘er go?”
“Nope.”
Di tried to pry herself out of Crow’s arms, but he tightened them.
“Need to let ‘er go, brother,” Slade said, this time not asking as he took another sip of his coffee and placed his mug carefully down on the bar.
Crow cocked a brow in his direction. “Why? She yours?”
Slade’s dark eyes got even darker and after a few beats said, “Ain’t yours.”
“Toss a bitch from your bed, shouldn’t care where they land.”
Slade’s nostrils flared, and his jaw got tight. “Wanted to be fucked for her birthday. She got fucked.”
“That all it was? Generous birthday gift?”
“You talkin’ for her now?” Slade asked, his eyes narrowed. They flicked down to Di as she stood perfectly still, then they flicked back up to Crow.
“Nope.”
Slade gave a sharp nod. “Then let ‘er go,” he growled.
Di couldn’t miss the slow smile that crossed Crow’s face. He didn’t lose that smile when he leaned down, kissed her forehead and then murmured quietly in her ear, “Go home, baby doll. Clean up, go to work. That man ain’t had enough of you yet.” He lifted his head and gently pushed her way. “Just do what I said,” Crow said louder, so Slade could hear him.
Diamond nodded and without looking back, straightened her spine, lifted her head high and walked out the fucking door.
Chapter Six
The loud music vibrated deep in his chest as Slade lifted his gaze. He had snagged a stool at the bar that ran the length of one side of the long stage. Two poles, one on each end, had a female wearing nothing but a G-string swinging from them. Those fucking women had it going on with their leg and arm strength. They could probably crack a walnut with their thighs.
Luckily it was Sierra... Sandy... Savannah’s night off, so he didn’t have to worry about her hanging on him and trying to make another breakfast date.
The stripper nearest to him cocked a leg around the pole and hung upside down as she twirled in circles, her what-looked-like-new fake tits hardly even jiggling.
Unlike Diamond’s when she rode his cock two nights ago. There was nothing fake about those. Soft and heavy with suckable pink nipples that were just the right size for his mouth.
Fuck.
As he dropped his gaze to his beer, a hand landed on his shoulder and he felt someone lean into him, big tits pressing into his arm.
A husky female voice whispered in his ear. “Lap dance, baby?”
He shook his head. “Ain’t interested.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah,” he grunted and glanced over his shoulder at Dawn, one of Dawg’s newest girls.
She was cute. But blonde with blue eyes. Not a brunette. She seemed sweet. But not his type.
No.
He thought he liked easy.
Until he realized easy was boring.
He was relieved when Dawn moved on to her next potential customer down the bar.
“Dawn’s fresh, brother,” Dawg said as he stood behind the bar, eyeballing him. “Might wanna grab her while she is.”
“Had her?”
The brother shook his head. “Nope. Never fuck my own girls.”
That was probably a good policy.
Slade lifted his pint glass. “Like I told ‘er, not interested. Just tryin’ to enjoy a beer.”
Dawg grunted and leaned back against the stage, oblivious to the high heel that swung inches from his head as the stripper did her on-stage stunts. The crazier they danced, the more tricks they could do on the pole, the more dollar bills were tossed their way.
“Heard it was you an’ Diamond keepin’ everyone up the other night.”
It was Slade’s turn to grunt, avoiding Dawg’s narrowed green eyes.
“Dangerous shit, brother, stickin’ your dick where it might get stuck.”
Slade didn’t need that little reminder. He was well aware of it.
“Also a reason why none of us has chased that.”
Slade’s spine stiffened, and he ground his molars as he met Dawg’s gaze, holding it hard and fast. “Don’t like a challenge?”
Dawg’s smile grew, and he stroked his fingers lazily dow
n his beard. “Oh no, brother, love a challenge. Don’t like a headache, is all.”
“Think she’s a headache?”
“Know she’s a headache.”
That answer made him wonder. “Any brothers do her?”
Dawg’s head tilted as he regarded Slade. “Might wanna ask ‘er that.”
“Askin’ you.”
“Gotta problem if they had?”
Slade’s nostrils flared. Would he? Fuck yeah, he would. And that shit right there made his gut churn.
Dawg suddenly pushed away from the stage and came closer, whacking Slade’s arm hard enough to jolt him. “Too much available easy to hafta deal with somethin’ difficult. Got me?”
Yeah, Slade got where he was going. He watched the man walk away shaking his head and chuckling.
Problem was, Slade suddenly had a hankering for not-so-easy. Someone that had a little bite to her. Sharp teeth, sharp nails and a sharp mind.
His phone lit up and vibrated on the bar with a text message from Hawk.
Z’s kid’s coming.
Fuck, Sophie was in labor. Slade didn’t bother to reply right away since the text was sent out in mass, probably to everyone on the man’s phone.
He wasn’t sure if he was expected to show up at the hospital or not. He wasn’t sure what to do at all.
He ended up texting Hawk back. Need me at bar?
Got it covered.
Suddenly, Dawg was standing in front of him again, holding his own cellphone. “Got the text?”
“Yeah,” Slade grunted. “You headin’ over?”
“Yeah, this is fuckin’ big. Next gen of DAMC’s comin’ into the world. Gotta be there to support our prez.”
Slade nodded. He really didn’t want to hang out at the hospital for what could be hours and hours. And he hadn’t been a part of the MC for that long where he felt the need to see the next generation to be born. Unlike long-time members like Dawg. But still... He did want to be there for Z.
“Headin’ over now if you wanna catch a ride. Got Moose coverin’ for me.”
Slade sighed as he slid off his stool.
This was going to be a long fucking night.
* * *
Slade leaned against the wall, one leg cocked, his boot firmly planted against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the waiting room in the maternity ward. The place was packed solid with a bunch of excited but exhausted people. Every seat was full, every available wall space taken, and some of the women even sat on their old man’s laps.
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