Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,35
someone from the club.
“Hawke.”
“Really? I thought you two didn’t get along. Why would he be calling you?”
Brick rested against the headboard while I sat next to him, the sheet covering our lower halves.
His eyes drifted toward me. “When did I say I didn’t get along with the nomad?”
“I assumed when you hit him that one time.” He told me about what happened, and if I remembered correctly, the argument had something to do with Maddie when she first came to be with Lincoln. I couldn’t remember all the details, but I do recall Brick telling me that he punched Hawke.
“That was a one-time thing. It doesn’t mean I have a problem with him.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Guys are so weird.”
“Why? Because we let shit go right afterward?”
“Exactly.”
“You think it would be better if we argued every time we saw each other? How would that benefit the club? Besides, I don’t have an issue with him. Yeah, he runs off at the mouth sometimes and he’s opinionated, but from what I know of him, he’s loyal and would have any of our backs if necessary.”
“When you put it that way.” I let out a squeal of surprise when he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.
“I can put it any way you like.” His mouth curved upward, his tongue peeking out and running over his bottom lip.
As I straddled his lap, the only image in my head was of him ravaging me yet again, but if I had any hope of accomplishing the list of things I had set to do today, I needed to convince him to let me up.
His fingertips slipped back and forth over the soft underside of my breasts, his touch making me squirm, tempting me to reconsider getting out of bed.
“I think we need to get up.”
“We are up.” He thrust his hips beneath me, his thickness pressing against me.
“I have to run some errands and I’m sure you have stuff to do with the club.” I tried to make him see reason, but when he pinched my nipples and thrust upward once more, my next words froze in my throat.
“I’d like to make you come at least one more time before we leave this bed.” His large palm cradled the back of my neck as he drew me closer, his lips hovering over mine. “Is that okay with you?”
How the hell do I say no to that?
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“Do you wanna come with me or wait here until I get back?” I asked, worried she wasn’t gonna like either option.
“Are those my only two choices?”
“Seems so.” I leaned against the front door, watching Zoe as she flitted around the kitchen, wiping down the countertops, then washing our glasses. “You know you don’t have to do that.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “I don’t mind.” When she wiped out the sink, her hips swaying with the small movements, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “While you’re gone, I’ll see if my dad can swing by and pick me up. I’d rather tackle my tasks now instead of waiting.”
“No can do.”
She dropped the dish sponge and spun around, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. “Why?”
“Because all the guys are gonna be at the clubhouse, so you’re gonna have to either come with me or wait here until I get back. Like I said, those are the only two choices.”
“This is getting to be quite a pain in the ass. I don’t like not being able to do what I need to, when I need to do it. How much longer is it going to be like this?” I started to answer but she continued talking. “What’s going to happen when I have to go back to work, which will be any day now? Are you going to drive me to and from? What if you have something to do? Should I just hire someone?”
I pushed off the door and strode toward her, a mixture of amusement and slight irritation twisting my features. Pulling her into me, I clasped my hands behind her back while hers landed on my arms. The heat of her touch made me want to rip off her sundress and fuck her right here on the counter, clubhouse meeting be damned. But I restrained myself.
“And who do you think you’re gonna hire?” I tilted my head and cocked a brow.
“A driver. Or perhaps a bodyguard.” Her lips twitched before she spoke again. “But he’ll have to be young.”