erupting before he’d had much warning, his seed jetting out of him, a wild, savage eruption, his cock jerking hard in her, giving her everything.
She cried out, that soft little mewl he loved as her body clamped down hard on his. The ripples turned to quakes and then ferocious jolts until she’d milked every drop from him. He pressed kisses down her spine and waited until they both caught their breath before he straightened, helping her to stand.
“You all right, baby?” He used his T-shirt to clean between her legs.
“Better than all right.” She leaned into him to run her tongue over one of his scars. She traced the tattoo Ink had put there to cover where the blade had bit deep.
He didn’t pull away. She made him better. She managed to distance him from the loss of Demyan. When he was in her, Demyan and everything that had been done to both of them faded so far away, he was able to forget for a few precious moments. No one else was ever allowed to put their mouth on those tattoos. The scars were for his fallen brother. Breezy was the exception.
He pulled her tank over her head and settled it over her breasts. “Hate like hell covering these up, Bree. You’re a work of art.”
“Glad you think so.”
“We’re not finished. Before the night is through I’m going to give you at least five orgasms. Maybe more. And I’m taking you every way I want you. Everything that belongs to me.” He kissed her again, because he had to. He lost himself in the fire of her mouth for some time. When he pulled back, her eyes were shining.
“Good thing I was prepared for that,” Breezy said.
His woman. Of course she wouldn’t say no. She stepped into her jeans and pulled them up and then slipped into her shoes while he zipped up his jeans and buckled his belt.
“I’ll get you a shirt, Steele. I know you’ve got a few in the drawers in your room. I know you want to keep talking with the other club’s members before everyone’s gotten too drunk. I’ll catch up with you.”
He pulled on his cut. “You sure? I could go with you.” He wasn’t about to let her go without him watching over her. He knew her fears of clubs, and a party brought all of that out in her no matter how much she tried to overcome it.
“That’s silly. I’m the VP’s old lady. I know how to handle myself at a party.”
She did. She always had. She was an asset to him. He had no doubt she’d circulate among the women and bring back all sorts of information to him. Still, he glanced at Keys, who nodded. He wouldn’t take his eyes off the VP’s old lady. She’d be safe because his brothers were there, watching, keeping their eyes on her. He’d trail after her, but let his brothers keep their eyes wide open. His phone was already out, and he was sending a mass text. Eyes on my woman.
She leaned into him again, this time giving him her mouth. Steele took it. Sank into the kiss. Let himself revel in the fact that she was his. They had a son together. She loved him, and she was staying because she wanted to be with him. Right at that moment, he knew he had it all and if was careful, he would always have it.
“I got this,” Breezy lied, when Steele lifted his head, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.
Her stomach was churning, but she didn’t dare press her hand there. He would notice. Steele noticed everything. She had to do this on her own. She had to know one way or the other. Pretending confidence was easy enough, she’d been doing that her entire life. Walking back into the clubhouse, head high, through a group of men she didn’t know was terrifying. These were men invited to party, men Torpedo Ink were contemplating bringing into their club.
She forced herself to walk away from Steele without looking back. Her hands were shaking as she entered the common room. Sounds hit her first. Laughter. Men’s voices. Women’s. The smells. There was something about a party just getting started, but still, the anticipation of sex and alcohol mixed together. The music pounding out a beat adding to the eagerness in the room.
Breezy felt eyes on her. She knew the men were looking. Deliberately, she let her gaze move around the room. She