“I don’t need you to take care of me like that.”
She stepped close to me, her lips hanging open, anger rolling off her.
“Sure you do, princess,” I said. “It’s what I’m good for.”
“Yeah, and that’s it.”
“No, not just that.” I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. She didn’t fight it. “I’m good for a few other things, too.”
“Clutch,” she said, my name barely a whisper.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you until you scream my name right here in the parking lot and I’ll let you go.”
She didn’t say a word.
I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. She threw her arms around me, pressing her perfect body against mine, returning the kiss.
Fire burned through my veins, my cock raging hard again as we kissed. Her lips were perfect, her tongue soft against mine, her taste filling my mouth. I kissed her hard in the parking lot, and in the back of my mind I knew I was making a mistake.
But it was a delicious fucking mistake.
Slowly she pulled away, her mouth open, breathing deeply.
“Take me home,” she said.
I nodded once and got onto the bike. She climbed on behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around me as I pulled out into traffic.
I rode hard back toward her apartment, my heart beating hard. I knew what I wanted, and I knew she wanted it too. It was wrong, a betrayal of our club, but I couldn’t help it, not after the way she kissed me back, hungry and passionate.
We got off the bike and quickly went up the stairs. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed her in and she shut the door behind me.
I stepped toward her. She pressed her back against the door and stared at me with these eyes like lightning, needy and hard.
“Wait,” she said as I got close. “Wait.”
“I’m not patient,” I said. “I take what I want.”
“Listen to me, Clutch.” She held her hands up, and I saw something shift inside her, some subtle thing that made all the difference. “We can’t.”
“Why? Give me a good reason. I know you want this.”
“I’m going to marry him. I’m going to marry Jetter.”
I stopped in my tracks, staring at her. She looked back defiantly, but I could see it there in her eyes. She wasn’t fucking lying.
She was really going to marry the scumbag.
“Okay,” I said and stepped back. “Tonight is about what you want.”
“Clutch,” she said.
“I’m crashing on your couch again,” I said, “until Larkin tells me otherwise.”
“Fine.” She looked away from me.
I walked over and sat down, putting the television on. I could feel her lingering back toward the door for a second before disappearing into her room.
“Fuck,” I said softly to myself.
She was really going through with it. I never imagined for a second that she’d actually do it.
She was really going to marry that traitor fuck, all for the good of the club.
11
Janine
I woke up, my heart racing.
I’d just been dreaming. In the dream, I saw Clutch take me the way I wanted him to. Instead of anything standing in the way, instead of the marriage looming over my head, the club, our complicated loyalties, our past, there was just me and him.
Biting my lip, I slipped my hand down my panties under the covers. Without thinking, I began to slowly touch my soaked clit.
I thought about Clutch kissing me again, his mouth hard against mine, his body big and strong. He’d press my body against the door and strip off my clothes a little at a time, all the while kissing my neck, my mouth.
He’d whisper in my ear. He’d tell me what he wanted from me, how he wanted me to suck his cock, how he loved to make me beg. I’d be soaking wet when he finally put his hand in my panties. He’d grin at me, that delicious smile, and say he knew all along.
And he’d rub my clit with his incredible hands. I’d try to stay quiet, but I wouldn’t be able to, not with Clutch and his filthy mouth working my body. He’d pull off my pants, peeling them from my skin, and toss them aside. I’d be powerless as he spun me around, grabbing my hips, his fingers pressing inside me.
And I’d moan his name, my body pressed against the door, his hands holding my hips, as he pressed his big cock deep inside me. I’d moan loudly as I took him, shocked at his size.
He was a rough, dirty man. He would be gentle with me, and I wouldn’t want him to be. He’d start to fuck me harder, pressing his cock deep between my legs, holding on to my hips and rocking his cock deep inside me.
He’d pull my hair, slap my ass, and make me beg him to keep fucking me. Clutch’s big cock would slam inside my pussy as he ravaged my body.