Beam shook his head, drooling more blood than I did. “It's not like that. We had something. I fucking swear it.”
He looked at Sally. Anger and sadness filled her eyes, and her head rolled from side to say. Not a chance.
“Get him out of my sight! And make sure you keep the brass away from him.” Blackjack's face twisted with disgust, and then he turned to face me. “You're right to be upset, son, but we'll resolve this like the club charter says we will. Go home. Take your girl with you. We'll settle this in the morning. As for the rest of you – get the drinks flowing again, dammit! Crank the music up. This is our night, and the entire club won't have its fun ruined by two brothers locking horns.”
Blackjack turned and passed through the cheering crowd. An instant later, the boys released me, and I stumbled outta their grip. Took all my strength not to follow Beam, being led away by the other guys, out to the lockers where he couldn't do more damage.
I fisted Sally by the wrist and started heading for the garages. A little ways later, she ran ahead of me, flattening her palms on my chest. I stopped.
“Jesus, Roman, I'm so sorry. You know I fought him all the way, don't you?”
I wiped stray blood off the corner of my mouth and smiled. “Yeah, babe. I do. You proved something to me tonight. This loyalty thing goes both ways.”
She nodded. Her touch softened, became more delicate, slower as her hand glided down my abs, dangerously close to my cock. Before I could take another step, she let one hand fall below the belt line. That raging hard-on the fight killed sprang back to life with a vengeance.
“Save that shit for later. You tease me for another second, I'll blow the roof off this goddamned place.” Slowly, she drew her hand away, mumbling an apology.
I shut her up with a rough kiss, pulling at her bottom lip with my teeth before I broke away. “You got nothing to be sorry for. Now, let's get the fuck home.”
We tore down the road. Sally never held onto me so tight. She kept asking me if I was really all right every time we hit a stop light.
I told her I'd never been better, and I fucking meant it too.
I'd have hellfire shooting through my jaw tomorrow, and it didn't matter one damned bit. Long as I got her alone, naked, and moaning underneath me, I'd suffer a hundred blows from bitter cocksuckers like Beam.
Christ. My dick sapped badly needed blood from my damaged face. Lust pounded in my veins, so harsh and tight and explosive I couldn't even think.
Never knew how the hell I managed to pull the bike into the garage and drag my ass inside. Jackie came walking down the stairs. The teenager's eyes lit up when she saw my screwed up face.
“Holy shit, is he okay?”
Sally looked up, and her face held a sexy prediction only I could read. “He'll be fine. Here, a hundred dollars, just like we agreed, plus a little extra for cab fare.”
She stuffed the bills into her purse and beamed. Whatever concerns she had about me getting fucked up were smoothed over instantly by money.
“I'll be upstairs, babe.” I walked up and took a quick look at Caleb, sleeping like an angel in his crib.
Then I went into the bathroom and started cleaning up. The hot water felt good, but it didn't do shit to suppress the hard-on becoming a damned missile in my pants. Every time I remembered the way her ass rubbed on my cock, fire crashed through my veins, lust incarnate.
I had to fuck this chick tonight. I absolutely had to.
The sexual tension tore me up inside a thousand times worse the way I'd gotten my teeth rattled.
I wiped blood off my face and gargled to get the metallic taste outta my mouth. My jaw resonated fire, but it was nothing some horizontal acrobatics wouldn't fix.
I heard the taxi pull into the driveway to pick up Jackie and take her home, then growl its way out again. That shit was like a signal to my dick, telling it we were finally alone, all except our sleeping son.
Fresh lightning sparked in my brain and spread through every nerve. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.
It kept hissing through my vein like a damned mantra. I toweled off and walked out shirtless. Found her standing in Caleb's room, admiring our kid, looking intense as all hell.
“She did a good job putting him to bed,” I growled softly, coming up behind her. I wrapped my hands around her waist, nuzzling her neck, trying to resist sinking my teeth into her soft, sweet flesh for a few seconds longer.
“Yeah, she did. You feeling better?” she asked, spinning toward me.
I didn't answer with words. I took her by the hand and led her back into the hall, gently pushing the door shut behind me with my boot. Then my greedy hands hugged her closer, tighter, winding straight down to her ass.
I captured two big handfuls of the curves I'd been admiring all night, and lost it. “You tell me, babe. I'll be better after I fuck you so hard I wipe away every last trace of that asshole's fingers on you. Hell, I'll be better when you're screaming my name tonight, begging me to work this dick in deeper.”