Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,41

boo-boos.”

“Don’t worry, Nellie. Even if I wanted to, I bet Shadow would snitch on me.”

“What?” Shadow looked confused for a moment, until Mari tossed him a smirk that almost seemed flirtatious.

“Don’t fuckin’ matter anyway,” T-Bone laughed, leaning his chair back. “Y’all are outvoted. Your woman is ours for at least two days.”

Fourteen

MARIPOSA

I fell into bed with the room spinning slightly. The guys shoved the two queen beds together to make one gigantic bed in the middle of our room. I was tired enough to fall asleep almost immediately, but it became clear Reaper wouldn’t let that happen.

Smack!

“Oww!” I rolled away, clutching the side of my butt he’d spanked harder than ever before. “What the hell?”

“I oughta tan your hide for that stunt you pulled.” He sat in a chair and kicked off his boots, then slid his cut from his shoulders, but otherwise didn’t undress for bed. “At least one of us should be with you at all times. What the hell are you thinking volunteering to go off with men that aren’t yours?”

“Is that what you’re mad about?” I asked, still rubbing my stinging cheek.

“One of us can still go with her,” Jandro cut in from where he lay on the other side of me. He could lie comfortably on his back now, and looked delicious in that position with his fingers laced behind his head. Too bad Reaper was ruining the moment by looking for a fight.

“You all need to be here,” I told him. Reaper was right about that, at least. “You two need to lead the club and keep order, and Gunner needs to keep an eye on things with Horus.” I turned my gaze back to Reaper, anger burning in my chest. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating by me going off with other men. What exactly are you worried about?”

My husband sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “That’s not what I’m saying. I trust the men, and I trust you. What pisses me off is you undermining me. I’m still president, sugar. You cannot call a vote on club business. In fucking public, no less.”

The anger withered down to guilt. He was right, I’d stampeded over him when I shouldn’t have. At the time, it felt lighthearted and fun. Everyone was drinking and laughing. We had compromised on the mission and came to a solution. Now, with him sitting there looking all disappointed in me, it sank in how seriously he took it.

“I’m sorry.” I reached over the edge of the bed for him. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just saw an opportunity to help and went for it.”

He looked at my outstretched hand, then back to my face, face stony and unreadable.

My hand dropped over the side of the bed as I rolled onto my back, letting my shirt ride up my torso. “Can I do anything to make it up to you?"

A beat of silence passed before he rose from the chair, standing over me as his gaze drifted over my body. I was only in panties and a T-shirt, my breaths already shallowing with deep rises and falls of my chest as I waited for him to do something.

Make-up sex with him was always intense, rough, and passionate. I hated when we got into arguments, but those animalistic sessions afterward were on another level. We kept it only between us though. I wasn’t sure how he’d respond with Jandro and Gunner in the room.

“I have to punish you,” he bit out finally. “On your belly.”

I rolled to my stomach, core and thighs clenching in anticipation of what was coming next. Reaper reached out, fingers trailing gently over the backs of my thighs. When the spank came down on my other cheek, I was ready. My fists curled around the sheets as I bit down my whimper.

He smacked the other side, heat cracking on already tender flesh. Alternating sides, his palm switched between soothing and cruel, rubbing over my sore bottom before slapping down hard again. When I couldn’t hold in my cries anymore, he stopped.

“Gunner.” He nodded at my blond demon across the room, but I didn’t know what he was ordering. “Jandro.”

The VP slid across the bed to me, remaining stretched out on his back. “Straddle me, Mariposita.”

I lifted up and slid my weak knee to the other side of Jandro’s torso. He pulled me down for a kiss, sweet relief after Reaper’s punishment. Much gentler hands roamed inside my shirt and down my sides, bringing sighs