Man of the House(178)
She was sleeping soundly in her bed.
I sighed and relaxed, heading back to the couch. I must have fallen asleep and she’d left to sleep in her bed.
I sat back down, grunting softly to myself. The memory of her body came back to me, powerful and intense.
The girl was incredible, more incredible than I could have guessed. Her tight pussy, her amazing moans, the way she said my name, it all lit a fucking nuclear blast in my core. I could feel my cock getting hard again just thinking about it.
As good as it felt though, we both knew that had been a mistake. The excitement of killing those two Snakes had made us both forget that she had been claimed by Jetter. Fucking her last night had been a treasonous act, something I could be killed for if anyone ever found out.
I lay back down, taking a few deep breaths. Worse, Janine could be killed for it. I could run, and maybe get us both out of there if we needed to, but we’d never have a life again. The Demons and the Rebels would never let us be safe if anyone ever found out.
Still, I couldn’t feel like I regretted it. She was so fucking wet, so fucking sexy under my touch. I’d wanted her and still wanted her, even if it was a death sentence to keep pushing our luck.
I put my head back down on the pillow and shut my eyes, dreams of Janine’s body running through my mind.
I woke up again to the smell of coffee. I sat up and looked into the kitchen. Janine was sitting at the table, looking at her laptop.
“Morning,” I grunted, sitting up.
She nodded at me. “You slept late.”
“Guess I was tired.”
“Having any good dreams?”
I shrugged. “Not sure.”
She smiled at me. “Looks like you were.”
I looked down at my hard cock pressing up against the fabric of my briefs. “Guess I was dreaming about your sweet pussy.”
“Guess so.”
I stood, not bothering to hide my hard cock, and walked into the kitchen.
“Get that thing out of here,” she said, laughing.
“Not like you’ve never tasted it before,” I said, pouring myself a mug.
“Listen, about that.”
“It’s a secret. Don’t worry.”
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
“We have to go to the clubhouse today,” I said, “tell Larkin about what happened with the Snakes.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Don’t be nervous. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes,” she said softly, “we did.”
“Maybe, but it felt very fucking good.”
She smiled but didn’t say anything. I finished off my mug and poured another one before walking back over toward the couch.
“Get dressed,” I said. “We should leave soon. Longer we wait, stranger it seems.”
“Okay.” She shut her laptop lid and disappeared back into her bedroom.
Fucking girl drove me nuts. I put my clothes back on, shaking my head. Last night she had thrown herself at me, and now she was holding back. Not that I blamed her, but I was getting tired of the fucking whiplash. If she wanted it, she should just give in to it, consequences be damned.
We rode over to the clubhouse, not talking much. It was an uneventful ride, though the weather was nice. We parked, and the place was mostly empty, especially since it was around eight in the morning.
Larkin’s bike was there though, as always. The man seemed like he never left the clubhouse, and maybe he didn’t.
“Come on,” I said, walking into the place. She followed closely. “We’ll tell him together.”
“Wish we didn’t have to tell him at all.”
“He needs to know,” I said. “It’s important.”
“I know,” she said softly.
I caught sight of Stonewall sitting at the bar and headed toward him. “Morning, Stonewall,” I said.
“Clutch,” he replied. “You’re early.”
“Prez in today?”
“Yeah, he is,” Stonewall said. “But you might want to wait.”
“Why?”
“Jetter’s with him.”
I frowned. “Shit,” I said.
“Why? What do you need him for?”
“Something went down last night.” I glanced at Janine. “I’ll tell Larkin about it.”
Stonewall shrugged. “Do what you want.”
I didn’t exactly want to go talk to both Larkin and Jetter, but I couldn’t put it off any longer. As it stood, I should have gotten in touch with the club the second I rode off from that gas station.
I didn’t know how I was going to explain that. I couldn’t come up with something useful that would actually work, and so I was resigned to getting my ass chewed out by Larkin for my oversight.