away?”
I nod, my heart hardening at the very sound of his name.
“I can’t believe he would do such a thing,” she whispers, shaking her head in horror. “I mean, there had to be another option.”
“Apparently, there wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry, Aviana. You’re a god damned warrior is what you are.”
I snort. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Anyway, let’s not dwell on the past,” she throws a hand up. “You’re here now and you’re gorgeous, and we’re going to drink and maybe find you a nice man to grind up against.”
I laugh. “I like the way you think.”
She grins.
I like Waverly.
Yeah, I like her a lot.
7
NOW – AVIANA
We stumble into the club just after nine that evening, both of us drunk, both of us giggling like teenagers who just tried their first beer. Waverly has her arm around my shoulder and my arm is around her waist as we walk toward the blaring music coming from the very packed clubhouse. There are women everywhere, most of them barely dressed in clothes that cover them. Bikers are lingering around, drinking and smoking, and it’s clear the club is in full swing.
“There you are. Where the fuck have you been?”
Mykel’s harsh voice stops us just as we reach the front door and, together, we spin ourselves around to face him. His eyes scan over Waverly before looking to me. “Aviana was having a crisis, and I was there helping her,” Waverly informs him, her words slurred. “We’re good now, we’ve got it all sorted out.”
“You’re smashed,” he murmurs.
She releases me and walks over, falling into his arms. “You can take full advantage of me still, I don’t mind.”
He grunts. “Not goin’ to happen. Come on, let’s get you home.”
“No!” she cries, waving an arm around. “I’m still drinking with Aviana!”
“Think you’ve had enough.”
I laugh and turn, walking into the club. They can handle their little dispute themselves. I shuffle through the crowds of people and when I see Samson sitting on the sofa, two women beside him giggle as he talks to them, I saunter over. I mean, he’s gorgeous and he knows how to fuck. A girl needs what a girl needs, and he’s up for giving it to me.
He looks up as I near and his gaze darkens just a little. I turn around and flop down onto his lap, throwing an arm around his neck and smiling at him as I lean in. “Well, would you look what I found.”
His eyes meet mine. “You’re drunk.”
“I am.”
“Didn’t think you’d come here tonight.”
“I wanted to see you.”
I’m a liar.
But whatever.
“You want to fuck me,” he murmurs.
“Does that bother you, Samson?”
“No.”
“Good, then are you going to take me and fuck me, or should I ask someone else?”
He makes a growling sound, and the girl beside me mutters something as Samson stands, placing me on my feet before taking my hand and leading me toward one of the rooms at the back. We get in and, as soon as the door is closed, I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing him against the wall. He stares down at me, and his face is hard and hungry. My god is his expression intense.
“Do you want me, Samson?” I ask, tangling a finger into his hair.
“You know I do.”
“How do you want me?”
“I want to put my mouth on your pussy, been thinkin’ about it all fuckin’ day.”
“Have you now,” I grin, releasing him and stepping back.
Slowly, I shuffle out of my pants until I’m standing before him wearing only a top, my pussy on display, already aching with anticipation for what he’s about to give me. With a feral growl, he walks over and lifts me up, placing me down on a pool table, then, slowly, he spreads my knees apart so I’m wide open in front of him. He stares down at me and, with a pleased growl, he kneels down and his face goes between my legs.
The first lash of his tongue is divine.
I let my head fall back and a moan escape my lips. Samson’s tongue does things to me, things that make my body twitch and deep sounds of pleasure escape my lips.
My god.
He’s good at this.
So fucking good at this.
“What the fuck are you doin?”
Samson’s head lifts, as does mine, and we both see Cohen standing at the door. He’s got glassy eyes and it’s apparent that he’s drunk, my god is he drunk. His hair is disheveled and he has a slight sway as he stands in the doorway.