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  “No, keep your hands there. I like the fact you’re hurting me because you can’t control yourself from the way I make you feel.” He licked her again, and again, and God once more. When he flattened his tongue and dragged it from the opening of her pussy all the way to her clit, and then repeated the action, her body coiled tight. She was going to come in a matter of seconds if he kept that up, but as if she said those words to him he slowed his ministrations, and lessened the pressure. “You want to come, don’t you, Adrianna?”

  He was teasing her, torturing her, and she wasn’t below begging him to let her get off. “Yes.” It was pleasure and pain, ecstasy and agony all rolled into one, and Adrianna knew that she’d scream loud enough that the whole house would be able to hear her once she finally climaxed. Using the hand that had been supporting her ass, he moved it around and right to the opening of her body, and then he was pushing a thick finger into her pussy.

  “So fucking tight and hot.” He sucked on her clit and pumped that finger in and out of her. “And so damn soaked for me.” He slowly added another digit until she felt so very full. It might only be two fingers he had lodged into of her body, but Malice was a big man, and his hands and fingers were no different. He started pumping into her and retreating, sucking on the bud at the top of her mound and humming against it.

  “Oh God. Malice.” She gasped out his name just as the first wave of pleasure slammed into her.

  “That’s it, fucking come all over my face.”

  She opened her mouth as stars danced in front of her vision, ready to cry out because she couldn’t help herself, but before she could make a sound Malice had his hand on her mouth. He muffled the sound of her crying out, but he never stopped eating her out.

  “Christ.” He grunted. “You’re getting wetter.”

  “Oh.” That word was muffled against his palm, and as the ecstasy rose to a fever pitch she found herself pressing her pussy further and harder into his face. Before the pleasure receded he was standing, removing his hand from her mouth, and pressing his lips to hers. She could taste herself on him, that salty muskiness of her arousal that coated his mouth and tongue. They groaned at the same time, and Adrianna still had a hold on his hair. She wasn’t gentle, and wanted to show him that she had enjoyed and wanted more of what he had just given her.

  “I will never get enough of that, baby.” He opened his mouth wider, used his hand on her chin to tilt her head to the side, and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. For long, drugging seconds that was all they did, and it was only when she heard the sound of women right on the other side of the door did she pull away. The women were laughing, talking about things that were too muffled to hear through the door, but it was all that Adrianna needed for reality to set in. He pulled back so he could look in her face. “I’m not nearly done with you yet. Not by a fucking long shot.”

  Her mouth felt swollen and warm, and she knew that her lips had to be red. “I don’t want you to be done with me.” The attraction she had felt for him had been instant, but she was willing to take a risk and see where this went with them. She wanted it really badly, in fact.

  He took a step back, ran his thumb over the corner of her mouth, and then leaned in and kissed her softly once more. “I’m going to go so you can get settled in, but I have something for you.” He reached into his leather vest and produced a cell phone and a scrap piece of paper. “I want you to call me if you need anything.” He held the phone up. “I mean it, Adrianna. You call me, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

  “What if I want you?” Damn, she could have slapped a hand over her mouth for saying that. The smirk that moved across his face couldn’t be called anything but deadly, but it was of the erotic variety, and it had a tingle moving through her pussy. She might have just had an orgasm, but it felt like she hadn’t even scratched the surface.

  He had his chest pressed to hers instantly, his mouth by her ear, and his hand wrapped loosely around the nape of her neck. “You call me, baby.” His warm breath moved along the shell of her ear. “You call, and I am here in ten minutes.” He pulled back slightly, not enough that she could see his face. With his cheek pressed to her, the feel of his trimmed beard scraped her sensitive skin, but she loved it, because it reminded her that she was actually here with him. “I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I didn’t want you to call me all the time. Just hearing your voice makes me hard, but it also makes my heart beat fast.” He grabbed her hand and put it right over his chest. “Say something,” he whispered.

  For a second she just breathed, but then licked her lips and said, “I don’t want you to go.” And then she actually felt his heart start to beat faster, and felt his still erect dick against her belly.

  “I know, but I’m only a phone call away. I have some club stuff to deal with, but I will be back tomorrow. I’ll call you in the morning and check in on you, but if you need me in the meantime call me.” He took a step back to her disappointment.

  “Okay.” They stared at each other for a moment, and then he smiled, a genuine one that had her growing pliant.

  “I’ll see you later, baby.” He turned and left, shutting the door behind him and leaving Adrianna with her pants and panties pooled around one leg, and her lust renewed once more. Malice was bad news, but only in the best kind of way.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Malice helped Tuck and Rock load the last of the supplies that would be taken to the whorehouse that they had past Steel Corner. Pierce came out with the last load of dry goods to be taken over a few moments after they stepped away from the van. The cabin they had in River Run was strictly to get the girls back on their feet, but they still had other women—their own women who hadn’t been some of the prostitutes who had gotten beaten—and that still wanted to earn. Malice closed the back of the van and looked up into the sky. It was dusk, and he had told Adrianna he’d be back later tonight. He hadn’t called and checked in on her because it had only been a few hours, and he certainly didn’t want to seem like some kind of stalker motherfucker.

  “You getting Dakota tonight, right?” Tuck asked and leaned against the side of the van. He reached inside his cut and grabbed a joint.

  The music from the clubhouse blasted out of the open window, and he could hear the laughter of some of the club pussy filter out. “Nah, tomorrow night.” He was glad he had been open with Adrianna right way. It was better this way seeing as Molly came to the cabin once a week to check on everyone. He didn’t want Adrianna getting surprised when the women and Molly started talking. Dakota normally was brought up in those conversations, and pictures passed around. His son was the main reason he lived, and these feelings he had for Adrianna made him want to share that very important part of himself with her.

  “It’s been a few months now, but your boy is holding up okay?” Tuck asked and then took a drag out of his joint. “He seems happy the few times Molly’s brought him to the club.” Tuck exhaled.

  “Yeah, he’s doing really well. Molly’s going to be enrolling him in preschool come the fall.”

  “He’s turning four already?” Tuck asked surprised.

  “Yeah, crazy shit, huh?”

  Tuck, Pierce, and Rock grunted.

  “His birthday is coming up right before enrollment, so he is all excited about that.”

  “Damn, just starting out in the world.” Rock had a joint between his lips and shook his head. “I swear I remember my first day of preschool.”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Tuck said and started laughing around his joint.

  “Hey, don’t laugh. I can remember my preschool years.” Rock looked up at the sky. “Best fuckin’ time of my life.” He looked at them again. “Back then they had naps and snack and shit.”

  Malice started laughing, too. It felt good to have humor and not have this stick in his ass all the time. And the truth was he had been a grumpy asshole over the whole Molly situation.

  “How are things with you two?” Tuck asked, because he was alw
ays so damn inquisitive.

  “Molly? I’m good. I was good when she wanted to start dating Stinger.”

  Tuck cocked a brow, inhaled from his joint, and continued to stare at Malice without saying anything.

  “You were good when she started dating Stinger?” Rock repeated what Tuck had said, and then chuckled.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Hey, man, I thought I heard you and the Grizzly MC member went at it? Like went all primal in the woods behind the fight barn?” Pierce was outright howling with laughter now.

  Malice was annoyed, but Pierce was right. “Listen, I thought I still loved her. I mean she’s the mother of my kid for fuck’s sake. But it wasn’t about that. I had my own issues, wanted things the way they had been for so long, because that was what was comfortable. She’s in good hands with Stinger, though, and the Grizzly takes care of Dakota when I’m not there.” Tuck handed over his joint, and Malice grabbed it and took a deep inhale. When he exhaled and handed it back to Tuck he glanced at Rock, who stood beside Pierce. “Besides, I want Adrianna.” There as a moment of silence, and he saw the way Rock and Tuck looked at each other.

  Malice held his hand out, and Tuck grinned as he handed him the joint again. Once he had taken a couple of puffs and a nice buzz settled in, he realized that he had already known that Tuck and Rock had probably already caught on. They had been with him the entire time, and he knew it wasn’t like he had hidden his reaction to Adrianna. He handed the joint back to Tuck and leaned against the van.

  “What is this with her, a sex thing?” Rock asked.

  Malice looked over at the other man and narrowed his eyes, but Rock held a hand up in surrender.

  “Okay, not a sex thing. Shit.” Rock looked ahead and finished smoking his joint. “’Cause I was going to say if it was a sex thing that is kind of fucked up, man.” Rock looked back over at him. “I mean, given what she has been through.”

  “I said I wanted her at the meeting, didn’t I?”

  Rock shrugged. “Man, you were desperate to make sure she was taken care of. I probably would have said anything, too.”

  “She’s different from anything I’ve ever felt before, and I feel very protective and possessive of her.”

  “No shit.” Tuck was squinting at him through the haze of marijuana smoke. “You went all territorial with Kink, and then it was clear you had a hard-on for her back at Marx’s.” Before Malice could lay into Tuck about taking about that shit Tuck started speaking again. “And then you fucking laid claim on her. I meant no disrespect when I say that, by the way.”

  “Yeah, the whole fucking club knew that you wanted that woman for more than just a charity case, and that was before you said you wanted her as an old lady.” Rock said, and Malice looked over at him. Rock shrugged.

  Malice ran his fingers through his hair and tugged at the short strands at the nape of his neck. But he didn’t say anything, and in fact had known that acting so barbaric and snapping at his Brothers wouldn’t go unnoticed.

  “So you’re serious about her being your old lady?” Rock asked.

  “Really fucking serious,” Malice said and looked at each of them.

  Malice looked at Tuck and narrowed his eyes.

  “You can scowl at me all you want, man. You don’t scare me.” Tuck dropped his roach to the ground, snubbed it out, and then picked up the butt. He glanced at Malice and grinned.

  Malice ground his teeth and pushed off the van. Tuck smiled, but it was a cocky and self-righteous one.

  “Fuck, man, be careful because her life hasn’t been a fairytale,” said Tuck.

  “You don’t need to fucking tell me how her life has been. I was right fucking there.” His anger was totally misplaced, and snapping at Tuck like this wasn’t right, but the asshole was baiting him, and Malice knew why. They stood nearly toe-to-toe now, Malice breathing heavily as his anger was still very strong inside of him, and Tuck standing there with a stoic expression on his face.

  “You’re right, I don’t need to tell you shit, but look at yourself, Malice.” Tuck took a step back and did a onceover. “You’re about a second away from kicking my fucking ass, and over what, because I said her life wasn’t a fairytale? Or because I’m busting your balls?” Malice closed his eyes, loosened his hands that were in tight fists, and breathed. He realized that he had been having this internal fight with himself. And he didn’t even know why.

  “You want her, that’s pretty fucking clear, but don’t get fucking pissed when someone points out the obvious.”

  Malice started pacing, trying to calm down with every step he took. “It isn’t just me wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. It’s that I feel like she knows me, like she doesn’t judge me or my lifestyle. That’s why I placed my claim with her at the meeting, and want her as my old lady.” Yeah, she had mentioned he looked hard and scary, but she had still gone to him, still poured her heart out, and fuck, he was falling hard for this woman.

  “Up until you met her you were all about the club whores.”

  He looked at Rock. “Yeah, and? You fuck these club girls after saying one syllable to them. Is it so hard to believe that I might want a woman for myself?”

  “Sex doesn’t equal love.”

  He turned on Rock and felt that familiar warmth of anger start to rise. He might not be in love with her yet, but fucking hell, he cared about that girl so damn much it consumed every part of him. If this was how he felt after only knowing her for such a short time, he didn’t doubt he could love her so fucking hard it hurt.

  Rock tilted his head toward the front door of the clubhouse. “If I asked you to come with me and pick out a fine looking honey to screw, would you go for it?”

  Instantly Malice grew disgusted, because thinking about any other woman, about what they tasted like, smelled liked, and felt like under his mouth, tongue and hands turned him off faster than a cold shower.

  “That’s what I thought.” Rock went to move past him, but smacked him on the back and said, “You want her, and if she wants you then go fucking take what’s yours.” And with that Rock moved away from them and into the clubhouse.

  “He better not get shitfaced because he’s taking this load over there tonight.” Tuck grinned and moved over to him. He placed a hand on his shoulder, and the smell of the pot they just smoked, and whatever whiskey Tuck had been drinking on filled his nose. “I wasn’t trying to bust your balls or start shit. I can tell you want this woman, and I’m glad you’ve found someone that draws you in like she does. You were with Molly for a long time, and I know sometimes it’s hard to move on.”

  “No, I’ve moved on from Molly, as in when she told me it was over with. I was just too pigheaded and controlling to just let things end with the mother of my son. There weren’t any real emotions between us for a long time before things ended.”

  “I know, but after that you were a cranky and foul bastard.”

  Malice chuckled, and then so did Tuck. “You going to the barn fight tonight?”

  Tuck shook his head. “Kink’s going.” Tuck gave him a look that said Kink needed to blow off even more steam. The Brothers of Menace helped The Grizzly MC, a grizzly bear shifting MC that lived in Steel Corner, by fighting at the barn The Grizzlies ran. The underground bareknuckle fights brought in a little extra income to the club, but also allowed them to blow off some much needed steam.

  They gave each other a half hug, and then Tuck turned away and headed toward the clubhouse. He stopped right before he entered and turned to look at him.

  “You wanna throw back some drinks?”

  Malice shook his head. “Nah. I’m heading out for the night.” The look Tuck gave him told Malice that he knew he was going to see Adrianna. Tuck grinned and turned and headed inside. Malice stood there for a moment, thinking about all of the things Rock and Tuck had said and everything he had thought about and felt since he had met Adrianna. He was going to have her because there was no way he could stay away now. But she wanted hi
m, too, and that was a pretty powerful fucking feeling. His cell vibrated in his pocket and he reached in and got it out. The screen flashed MOLLY. It wasn’t who had been consuming his mind lately.

  “Hey, what’s up?” He held the cell to his ear and grabbed his keys for his bike and started moving toward the Harley.

  “I’m going to have to cancel you getting Dakota tomorrow. He’s got some kind of bug. He’s been throwing up, as a little fever, and is as crabby as you are on most days.” There was clear weariness in her voice.

  “He’s okay though? He doesn’t need to see a doctor?” He was worried, but seeing as Molly was a nurse and trained in shit like this, Malice didn’t freak out too badly.

  “He’s fine. There is some kind of crap going around the playground in town, and I am sure that is where he picked it up at.”

  “You want me to come over and see him? I can bring some soup over.”

  “You made soup?” Molly started chuckling, and Malice grunted.

  “Fuck no, I didn’t make soup, but Tatum made some chicken and rice this afternoon.”

  “No, but thank you. He can’t keep much down and has been sleeping most of the day. He was disappointed in not seeing you, but I think it is best. You’d end up getting it, and then everyone would have to hear you bitch and moan.” Molly started laughing again, and Malice could hear Stinger saying something in the background.

  “Okay, but I’ll call tomorrow and see how he is doing.” There was a second of this weird silence, and Malice sighed. “What, Molly?”

  “I was at the cabin in the back when you stopped by.”

  “Yeah.” He straddled his bike, and although he didn’t say it he knew what she was going to say.

  “And I talked to the new girl … Adrianna.”

  He didn’t respond, just put his helmet on anxious to get off the phone and see Adrianna. He wanted to see Dakota, but his kid’s health came first, and if Molly thought he needed his rest, then he did.