Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,63
hair. I don’t know what happened after that, but Dawn is a female version of you, always ready for a fight.”
Which is funny, because I never fought a day in my life until I was free of Cohen. I try to convince myself that the fight I dealt with before is different now. I had to sacrifice myself for the sake of my son. I’d do it again too.
“Sounds like my woman,” Skirt says. “It’s fucking hot too.”
“You’re seriously horny?”
Skirt, through his pale skin, blushes from my surprise. “Aye, ye have that effect on me, but I am tired. Ye think we can go to bed?”
I’m confused. I lean in and whisper, “Which one? Your cabin or back there where Bullseye is.”
“Ye killing me, Lips. The cabin. As much as I want ye again tonight, I’m sore all over. I need to go to bed.”
It’s my turn to blush. I can’t believe I fucked a man next to a dumpster.
“What are ye thinking about?”
“Yeah, what are you thinking about?” Tongue repeats Skirt’s question and sets his chin in his palm.
“Nothing,” I say too quickly and hop off the barstool. “Come on; let’s go.” I help Skirt up and snag my drink. He tosses an arm around my neck, and we hobble to the back door, not saying goodnight to anyone.
What the fuck has been good about it?
A whole lot of nothing. Just pain. Torment. A tornado in the midst of a hurricane, that’s what tonight was.
“I’m fucking hurting, Dawn.”
“I know, baby,” I say, taking more of his weight with every step because he’s getting weaker.
“I had to make face for a bit, to show the club that I’m not a pussy.”
“After everything you did tonight, you felt like you had to have a drink at the bar?”
“It’s different when the punishment comes from Reaper.”
“I guess.” I still don’t understand the dynamic of the club. Reaper holds all the power. He makes the decision on what’s right and wrong. How can he be judge and executioner? I’m sure I’ll learn more as time passes, but right now, if I’m being honest, that little issue with authoritative men is still affecting me.
The cold desert air hits us in the face when we make our way out the door. It feels good since I’m sweating, carrying this heavy man across the way, even if it’s just a few feet. I open the door to the cabin, and he groans from the relief of being home.
We don’t say anything as I strip him of his dirty clothes. I bite back tears when I see the cuts on his back, the angry red skin welting from being parted by a sharp object. I need to be strong. He needs me to be. Once he’s naked, I help him to the shower, turn on the hot water, get undressed, and hold him under the stream of water.
“Even through the noise, through the pain, when I look for solace, I look for ye, and everything is right in my world.” The whisper of his words is drowned out by the water, but I heard him.
I always hear him.
We hold each other, limbs wrapped around each other, water slicking us, and his lips prying mine open until all I drink down is him. He pulls away when a rip of pain tears through him, and I shake the lust out of my head.
“Come on; I’ll bathe you.”
“No, I can bathe myself.”
“Don’t make me slap you. You’re in pain. Let me take care of you.”
“Can’t believe ye’d slap a man when he’s down.”
“I only slap one man when he’s down, baby.” I playfully smack his round, firm ass, and he chuckles, letting me bathe him with his pine-scented soap.
“Don’t make promises ye can’t keep, Lips. I’ll spank ye ass if ye don’t.”
The man is insatiable, even when he’s all carved up like a broken heart.
Chapter Sixteen
SKIRT
Soft kisses map around the heart Reaper carved in my chest yesterday, waking me from my deep sleep. I’m drowsy, sore, and fucking hurting everywhere. I wouldn’t mind a bottle of that rum Pirate always has in his hand right about now. Poor bastard. Reaper sent him to a rehab center to get help.
I’m afraid my friend will die there. Pirate isn’t the kind of man someone locks away. He’ll get out and drink himself to death, or he will kill himself in isolation. I’m not too sure which one is better.
A tongue swirls around my nipple, yanking me from my thoughts as teeth