They kissed and necked, their bodies entwined as they writhed on the bed. She was driving him crazy. “Not tonight, baby girl.”
He descended down her body, spreading her thick thighs wide. She watched him, her chest still heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy was bare, pink, and perfect. Dog spread her lips, memorizing every detail of his woman. Then he swiped up her folds with his tongue, listening to her cry out for the first time.
“Such a pretty pussy, Sable. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He painted a line along her slit with his finger, so tempted to push it home, but that would have to come later. When he claimed her, it wouldn’t be in this shithole with his bike hiding in the back shed. He’d do things right—because she deserved better.
Dog circled her asshole, pressing his thumb against it as he flicked her clit with his tongue, over and over until she was wriggling on the sheets. Virgin pussy. Living in the club, he was starting to think it was a fucking myth. Sable would be all his, every part of her. And he’d treasure the honor.
Dog settled in for the long haul, rubbing his face between her legs, fucking her with his tongue, then suckling on her clit. The tight bundle of nerves was hyper-sensitive. She screamed out loud, moaned, and then began the sexiest series of sounds he’d ever heard. He sure as hell hadn’t gone down on the club whores. But he could live between Sable’s legs.
She didn’t take long at all. Within minutes, she grabbed hold of the sheets, her body tensing, then she completely let go, her cream covering his mouth as she quaked with her release. On and on, her body shuddered. She gasped for air in little bursts, completely controlled by the power of her orgasm.
He wiped his face with the back of his hand as he crawled up on the bed. She was spent, looking over at him through hooded eyes.
Dog kissed her forehead. “Rest, sweetheart.”
Then he slipped off the bed, tugged on his jeans, and grabbed his t-shirt.
“Where you going?”
“Back to the club.”
“Can’t you stay?”
He chuckled. “Remember, you’re playing a role.” Dog winked. “Keep playing the cop’s girlfriend, but the only man allowed to get dirty with you is me.”
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She watched him leave. If she’d had the energy, she’d have chased after him or at least watched him leave out the window. But he’d destroyed her. The orgasm had torn her down the center and she felt like warm jelly, completely satisfied and practically glowing.
Dog was right about one thing—he was dirty. The things he’d done between her legs were filthy and she’d loved every second of it. His herculean restraint only turned her on further. Why hadn’t he claimed her tonight? She certainly wasn’t refusing him.
At first, she’d felt awkward and shy with his head between her legs, but as soon as he took charge, she nearly forgot her own name. Nothing mattered but the way his mouth felt against her pussy. She had a feeling nothing would hinder Dog. Sable already believed she was addicted to Dog’s filthy side … and she already wanted more.
Once he was gone, sadness enveloped her. Loneliness. She wished she was on the back of his bike, her arms tight around his waist, heading home to the club, too. This wasn’t home. It was all a mirage, a fake life that she’d never want for herself. Even though the club wasn’t perfect, it was all she knew. Being alone out in the outside world had her anxiety doing overdrive.
She remembered the things Dog had said. He was jealous of Hank, and he wanted her to be his old lady. Did he really mean it? Being chosen by the VP was beyond an honor. Since Forge was married, Dog was the most sought-after male in the club—and he wanted her.
The prez’s plan to get information on Grass ensured everyone, even her own family, hated her. If she got Dog’s love out of his nightmare, it would all be worth it. She touched her sore cheek. It was only pain, only a body. What mattered was her heart, and her love for Dog. If she had that, she’d endure anything.
Sable fell asleep dreaming of her happily-ever-after. She didn’t wake up until her alarm sounded first thing in the morning. It was hard getting used to a civilian lifestyle, including early to bed, early to rise. She was used to parties late into the night and sleeping in until she felt like getting out of bed. This constant order and routine was getting on her nerves.
Her phone rang as she was getting ready for work at the diner. It was Hank.
“How you feeling today, darlin’?”
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She touched her face then looked in the mirror. It wasn’t quite as sore, but she looked worse. “I’m okay. It’ll all heal in a few days.”
“Well, I have some good news that may help.”
“Oh?”
“After your shift, how would you like to have dinner with me? Luther Grass is having a pool party at his country house for a few select guests and he said you’re welcome to come along … as my date.”
“That sounds like fun, Hank. I’d love to come.”