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I awakened the next morning more on top of Brain than beside him, my head on his bare chest, my body curled between his arm and body.
I immediately remembered the night before, the dancing on the table with Bethany, and the night of sex with Brain. My head was fine now, but I worried it might not be when I moved, so I held it perfectly still as I lifted my arm and traced Brain’s ab muscles, following them down to his Adonis belt until I was at the base of his cock. I had to move my head to reach so far down his body, and it seemed fine, so I kept going until my mouth was there, and I licked his length before I took him into my mouth.
Brain groaned and said, “Glad I washed up last night, ‘cause it would’ve been a bitch to have to stop you. Fuck, that feels good.”
Funny, I hadn’t even considered where his dick had been last night, and didn’t really care now. It tasted clean, smelled fine, and I wanted to get him off with my mouth. I didn’t for a second think he’d leave me if I never managed to give him an acceptable blowjob, but I wanted to give this to him, wanted to make him feel good.
He’d done so much to help me enjoy sex again — sex in all its forms. I needed to do this for him, but also for myself.
Ivankov was dead. No longer living. Swimming with the fishes. Or, more accurately, likely fish shit by now. It was time I exorcised him from my psyche.
Brain adjusted me so I was straddling his chest as I worked his cock with my mouth, and he played with my opening, teasing me.
I did fine until his hips started moving, and the instant I froze, he turned me around, sat me on his abdomen, and held my torso up, his hands on my upper arms as he ordered, “Look at me, focus, Buttercup. Come back, come back… there you are. With me?”
I nodded, and he let me down, snuggled onto his chest, and held me. “We’ll get there, I’m so proud of you for getting as far as you did. Nothing can stop you when you put your mind to something.”
I nodded and told him, “I started something and didn’t finish. Can I watch you get yourself off?”
He shook his head. “Nope, I’m good. Gonna save up for later. Haven’t fucked you on the kitchen counter of the apartment, yet.”
I chuckled. “Mmmm. Things to look forward to.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’d had a quick shower, dried my hair, and put clothes on.
“There’re a few things you need to know before we join the others who’re awake in the clubhouse.”
I sat on the bed, propped the heel of my boot on the bedrail, and started lacing it. “Go ahead.”
He squatted in front of me and said, “You were loud last night. Really loud. The wolves are always gonna hear, but since not all the human girlfriends know about us, we don’t tease about it at breakfast, since a brother can’t explain how he heard something his woman didn’t.”
I glanced up, then went back to lacing. “But I was loud enough even the humans heard?”
“Yeah, which means someone’ll likely bring it up.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Brain
She looked at me a few seconds, shrugged, and tugged at her laces some more before she tied them. “I guess I got over it after I knew the guys heard us in the villa. It seemed a big deal, then, but now? It feels more like I’ve claimed you as mine. Especially knowing you’ve probably fucked half the women I met last night.”
I did the math in my head, figured it might be closer to sixty percent, and figured she didn’t need the math correction. I’d overheard conversation in the main room last night and this morning, though, and she did need a heads up about what was going to happen after breakfast.
“Okay, one more thing. There’s rules the women have to follow, and I’ll let you know what they are, so you can be sure you don’t break them, but the only things you’ll probably need to be aware of is not disrespecting a brother to an outsider, and not telling club business to anyone — not even other wives and girlfriends, ‘cause not everyone shares as much as I probably will.”
“Gen knows everything, right?”
I shook my head, put my lips to her ear, and spoke low to be sure no one but her would hear. “Their agreement is she has plausible deniability. She never wants to have to lie under oath for the MC, so he keeps the illegal shit from her.”
Her eyes were a little incredulous as she said, “A forced oath is completely different than one given freely. The legal system can bite me.”
I grinned. “One of the many reasons I love you. Okay, thing is, the women who belong to the club have different rules than the ones who belong to a brother. Anyone considered club property is subject to club consequences for… other broken rules. For the women, that usually means a fine, being banned for a period of time, and or a public, bare-bottomed spanking.”