“I’m the one who took care of you after you were shot, or don’t you remember that?”
She slid her hands over the muscles on his shoulders until her arms were around his neck. “I remember everything. You were there for me every day. You were my hero.”
Her voice was so damn soft and sweet. The opposite of the women at the club.
“I should have told you my feelings then,” he said. “I was a coward.”
“No, I understand. You don’t have to explain,” she said. “I was born in the club. You’d have been laughed out by the boys if you claimed club pussy as your old lady.”
“You’re too good for me, baby. I’m sorry.”
She combed her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. It felt so damn good.
“Didn’t you come here to claim me? You know I won’t push you away.”
“I don’t know why I came here. I can’t seem to stay away. And the thought of that asshole’s hands on you makes me crazy.”
“I don’t want Hank.”
“Tell me you won’t let him get too close.”
She exhaled. “I promised Forge to play this role. We have to protect the club from Luther Grass.”
“You were out with Hank tonight,” he said against her lips. “If he wanted to come inside, would you have said yes? Sable, fucking tell me you won’t let him cross that line. As far as I’m concerned, you belong to the Hell’s Slaves. You belong to me.”
“But—”
Maybe he’d have to put a bullet in Hank’s fucking head, even if it meant alienating himself from his club. The mere thought of Sable being kissed, touched, fucked, put him into a murderous rage. He’d come here to give her the best first experience of her life. To make things official between them. Dog had been given up at birth. He had a lot of anger built up inside him. Even at forty-six, he’d never been able to break down those walls. Sable was his weakness. She made him feel human. She alone would be able to tame him.
But she refused to put up the same commitment.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all,” he said. “You tell me you’re a virgin, that you’ve been saving yourself. But on the other hand, you’re ready to jump in bed with Hank for the good of the fucking club? I thought you were different than your sister.”
She attempted to slap him but he grabbed her wrist in a tight grip, staring into her eyes.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, Dog. Only you!” Her passion was palpable.
“That’s better.” He kissed her hard, hoisting her up into his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her bare pussy brushed against his stomach and it was going to be torture to walk out of here tonight without fucking her. At least he’d get a taste.
He lowered her body over the bed, her arms still locked around his neck. The desire in the room clouded his logic. Her scent was everywhere. He grinded his hips between her thighs, and she bucked up to meet him thrust for thrust. Her mewling sounds made his cock rock-hard.
Her hands were all over him, exploring, testing his muscles. He’d do anything for her.
“Dog, make love to me, please.”
When she reached down for his cock, trying to slip her hand into his boxers, he secured her wrist by her head. He was good at denying himself, but not that damn good.
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.