to shreds. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t have it. So I had to have her. Hard. Rough. Now.
I slid a hand between her legs. Even over her jeans, I could feel her heat. She really was mine. Her body responded to me. A look. A word. A touch, and I knew she’d submit. It was the same for me too.
“You don’t get to leave,” I said. “Do you hear me?”
She nodded. Her cheeks flushed. Her breath came in quick little pants. She couldn’t strip fast enough for me.
Later, I might take my time. Now, I needed something else. She had her shirt off. Her breasts strained against her little black bra. I reached for her, pulling the straps down until her nipples popped out.
I bent her over the bed. She cried out my name. “Yes,” she sighed.
Then I claimed her. Hard. Deep. Repeatedly. I took her on her hands and knees while she braced herself against the headboard. I took her with her ankles in my hands, her legs splayed wide into a vee. Later, I took her gently, waking her from the few minutes of sleep I allowed her to have. When she thought she was too tired, too spent, I coaxed her, showing her how her body would always respond to mine. It shocked her a little to see how wet I could make her, even when she thought she was sated.
I never would be. I would never get enough of this woman.
Later, as the sun came up, Sydney slept like the dead. I couldn’t. I was still too keyed up. Her father had rattled her. Her Uncle George too. I needed to do something about it.
It was just past seven when I got out of the shower and dressed. Sydney was still snoring. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. She frowned a little but didn’t wake. She was still naked. I pulled the sheet down so I could look at her.
Mine. Dammit. All mine. I had half a mind to take all of her clothes so she couldn’t leave this room until I came back.
I smiled. Maybe another time.
Colt, Joker, Kellan, and Brax were downstairs when I walked into the bar. Colt knew me well enough to read my face.
“Where the hell are you going?” he asked. No doubt Joker had already filled him in on how pissed I was last night.
“I need to see George,” I said. “Colt, I can’t let what happened slide. He threw Sydney out. Her family is trying to …”
“Trying to what?” Colt asked.
“Trying to make her go away. To hurt her.”
“I can’t have you charging off threatening my lawyer,” Colt said. “I don’t condone what he did. Sydney’s a good girl. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m glad you brought her here. But we have to figure out a way to keep this from causing problems we don’t need.”
“I love her,” I said. “Okay? You wanted me to make up my mind. I have. She’s it.”
Colt smiled. “I’m glad. And it explains a hell of a lot. But we still have a problem. We’ll work it out, but it won’t be by you charging over there and beating the shit out of George or threatening him. Okay. You need to let me talk to him. And I will. Later today. In the meantime, I need you to cool off. Run over to the gym. See if our trainers need anything. It’ll take you a couple of hours. Clear your head.”
I wouldn’t say no, and he knew it. Still, it was killing me not to deal with George Bailey myself.
“Torch,” Kellan said. “Sydney won’t want you ripping her uncle’s face off either. She’s capable of talking to him herself. Go. Don’t worry about your girl. We’ll tell her where you went. We’ll take care of her.”
“He’s right,” Amy said as she came around from behind the bar. “Plus, she’s on the schedule in a few hours. We’ll keep her busy.”
I was outnumbered. “All right,” I said. “I’ll be back by noon. The truck should be arriving right after with a shipment of GW Brew. We’ve been sold out. I’ll try and be back in time to help with that.”
As soon as I left, I found myself glad to have a mission. It gave me a chance to get the road under me and clear my head. Damn, if Colt wasn’t a mind reader when it came to me sometimes.
Things were running pretty smoothly at the GWMC Gym.