“Whatever you say, Cap'n.”
I turned around and marched out the door. Hoped to Christ his threat was enough to make me keep it in my pants for once.
Deep down, Cora deserved better. But all I could think about was burying myself in her, sinking my dick so low I fucked away every filthy thing she'd suffered.
Yeah, I'd always had a demon on my shoulder who had the upper hand when it came to conscience. And he vowed he'd burn my dick to ashes if I didn't find a way to fuck this beautiful blonde girl, consequences be damned.
My dick ached, knowing it was a goner by blue ball hellfire or by the Prez's knife. Helluva choice.
My room was dark when I stepped inside it. Something big stood up, startling the shit outta me. I almost pulled my gun.
Then I remembered.
“Fuck me and call me wolfie,” I muttered under my breath, watching as the Veep's new dog shuffled over to my girl on the bed and licked her face.
My girl? Shit. I gotta stop calling her that.
Cora jolted up and rubbed her eyes when she felt his thick tongue rolling on her cheek. She reached down, scratching the animal's head while she slung her long, beautiful legs over the bed.
She looked at me and scowled. “What do you want?”
“To wake your ass up.” I reached for the light switch on the wall and flicked it on.
She covered her eyes as the dim bulbs hummed alive. The pooch whined, walked to the door, and put his huge paw against it, scratching 'til I let him out.
We both watched the big ass dog wander into the clubhouse, searching for his new master.
“Seriously, babe, I'm here to talk.”
“I'm not sure there's anything we have to talk about,” she said, folding her arms around herself protectively.
“Better you hear it from me first than the Prez.”
That got her attention. Her big, bright pearly blues rolled with surprise.
I walked to the bed and sat down next to her, ignoring how she shrank away from me. Took a helluva lot more effort to keep my eyes off her chest, her ass, those long legs I couldn't stop thinking about digging into my ass while I railed her stupid...
Cora let out a long sigh and ran a hand over her face. “Well, what now? Let's get this over with.”
“You need something to do. Last thing the club wants is to keep you cooped up like a damned prisoner.”
She cocked her head. “What? You'll let me go? I thought the whole point of this was to keep me hidden?”
“Keep you away from your house and the old life you knew, fuck yeah. Doesn't mean you're chained to this clubhouse and broke. Prez wants you to get on your feet so you can have a life when all this shit blows over. We've got a job for you.”
She looked at me intently. “I'm not good at mixing drinks and I'm not doing anything illegal.”
Funny. Real fucking funny. I gave the girl my biggest shit-eating grin and grabbed her shoulder, pressing my fingers into a reassuring squeeze.#p#分页标题#e#
“Babe, we're not fucking monsters. Your daddy wouldn't have kept himself close to Dust all these years if he thought we were just thugs and killers. We're not asking you to mule for us with grenades stuffed down your panties or some shit.”
“God, you're crude.” She wrinkled her nose. Couldn't help but notice the faint trace of a smile on her little lips, before it melted away.
Little Miss Prude liked it nasty – she just didn't want to admit it. I made a mental note that there'd be a lot more where that came from.
“I don't know what my dad knew anymore,” she whispered. Familiar sadness sucked the color from her face.
Not this shit again. Change the fucking subject, asshole, I told myself.
“You've got good girl written all over you like the ink on my skin, I know it,” I said, sizing her up. “Prez is gonna offer you a job at the Ruby Heel. He wants you to work with Skin's old lady, Meg, on managing business there. Nothing illegal. Nothing crazy. Just good, honest work that'll probably pay you more than that fucking internship.”
“Ruby Heel? That's...” She trailed off when it hit her. “Oh my God. I'm not taking my clothes off for money. I don't care how much it brings in.”
She bolted up, and I went after her, grabbing on her arms. “No, no, no. Nobody's asking you to shake your ass for a buncha horny old buzzards. Don't think anybody's got an arm long enough to pull that stick outta your ass and get you naked for coin. We're asking you to help with the other shit. Business is business, even when it's all about making money on skin. Somebody's gotta handle the logistics.”
For a second, she looked at me like I'd just asked her to hand over her first born. Her hand slipped out of my grip, shot up, and a firecracker exploded across my stubble on one cheek.