Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,21
seen and been through to believe such a thing? It isn’t easy to numb a heart, but once it is, hell, it’s nearly impossible to thaw. Dawn’s is frozen solid.
If there is hope for me to be with her, I either have to become numb too or melt the ice she’s encased herself in.
Time for me to get a fucking blow torch because this arse doesn’t do well in the cold.
“Prez!” I shout through his closed door and knock.
“Fuck, that’s it, doll. Just like that. You suck my cock so fucking good. Jesus Christ.”
I take a step back when I realize what’s going on in his office. I blush, my hot blood pooling in my cheeks. “He’s a … he’s busy. It will just be a second—minute. Probably a minute or two, considering how long it’s … a … been going on.” I clear my throat and stare at a picture on the wall I’ve seen a hundred fucking times. And then I start walking.
Her hand grips my arm. “No, stay.”
“But … he’s. I mean … he’s—” I set her on the floor and reach up to scratch the back of my head. I hate feeling awkward about shit like this. I shouldn’t. I’ve gotten my dick sucked before.
“I know,” she says. “It’s hot, right? Just listen,” she whispers, placing her index finger against her lips, telling me to be quiet.
“I can’t listen to my Prez getting a damn blow job.”
“You’re still standing here, so it looks like you are to me.”
Those lips! I just want to silence them with mine so she stops revving up my fucking lust with her hot mouth.
“I’m going to come, doll. Take every drop like I know you can.”
Dawn turns her eyes on me, and her pupils are dilated. Does she like hearing people fuck? No, no way. She’s too … angry for that. She has to be screwing with me.
“That’s hot. How he talks to her. I’ve never had a man talk to me like that before.”
Mental note. Check.
“Ye haven’t been with the right men,” I say with wee bit more confidence than I have a right to.
“Apparently,” she says as the door opens, and Sarah stands there in a mess of blonde hair and swollen lips.
Reaper is going to punish me for listening. I know he is. My life as I know it is over. Women always get a man in trouble. I’m so fucked. This is what I get for listening to Dawn.
“How long have you been standing there?” Reaper zips his pants, and Sarah rights her red summer dress.
“Not long. Just now,” I lie. I fucking lie to my Prez. If he finds out, I’m a dead Scotsman.
“Why are you blushing?” Sarah asks, a knowing mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“I told him he was handsome,” Dawn says from beside me, and I wonder if she means it or if she is saving face.
Shucks.
Saving face, probably. Who would want a pale ginger who wears a kilt that people think is a skirt half the time.
“You’re the woman Skirt found on the side of the road. I’m assuming you have business to discuss.”
“I do. I want to leave. I need to get to my son. He isn’t safe.”
Reaper let’s out a breath, and Sarah spins around, stands on her tiptoes, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll let you get to it, Jesse.”
“Love you, doll.”
“Love you too, Jesse.”
Reaper watches Sarah walk down the hall until she’s out of sight. He’d reap a million souls if it meant giving Sarah a baby. To have a love like that, well, in my eyes, that’s bliss.
Chapter Five
DAWN
I’m used to seeing big men, but nothing like this. Every single man in this clubhouse is huge. And the guy who calls himself Reaper? Or Prez? I don’t know what the titles mean, but he’s massive, and he scares the hell out of me. He has shaggy hair, tattoos, and one along his collarbone that says, ‘Long Live The King.’ I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume he is the king of kings in this lovely establishment they call a home.
And yeah, men in charge scare me.
I can deal with the loose girls here. I can deal with the guys too. I’ve been slapped more than once by Cohen from my smart mouth getting away from me when I’m tired of holding things in.
“Step into my office.” Reaper opens the door wide. I peek in to make sure it’s clear and nothing