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  Her eyes were watering, and she started laughing.

  “Can you tell I don’t drink?”

  I started chuckling.

  Soon both of us were laughing hysterically.

  Maybe we were broken.

  Maybe everything that had happened so far had finally taken away our sanity.

  When I finally sobered, I took another drink of whiskey, which I thought was kind of ironic in a sense.

  After a few drinks, the alcohol didn’t burn as much, but the flush I started to feel took over my body, relaxing me, making me feel like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world.

  Right now, I was feeling pretty good, but once the alcohol wore off, I knew I’d be right back in hell.

  “Did Venom tell you about the situation we’re in, with Vincenzo and the club and all that shit?” I looked over at Rebekah to see her already watching me. She held her mug on her lap, her finger tracing over the rim.

  She didn’t answer for long seconds, and I wondered if she was thinking about what to say.

  “He told me the bare minimum, which is what I prefer. I don’t want to know anything, to be honest. I just want to live my life oblivious of all the violence and drama that comes with being involved with an MC.” She exhaled, almost as if she were tired of it all. “But that’s my life.”

  I played through what she’d said in my mind. “Do you think about leaving it behind? If it’s so bad, can you just walk away?” I wasn’t trying to be snarky, but genuinely wondering if she didn’t like the situation, why she stayed.

  She smiled, but it was distant, kind of sad. “I can’t leave,” she said softly. “Not because I don’t want to, but because I love Venom too much to walk away from him.” She looked at me then, her smile filled with so much more now. “He is my life, and the circumstances surrounding him, of how we got together, certainly aren’t a fairytale, but they’re my reality.” She took a long drink from her cup as she stared at the fire. “We’re in this together, for the long haul, and no matter what, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  I thought about what she said for long moments, knowing that was how I felt about Rooney. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to, although a part of me wished he and I could just run away together, forget all the shit that was being thrown our way.

  But this was his life, his world. And because I loved him, because we were connected from our past, present, and hopefully future, I couldn’t step away from this … from him.

  “And I can see from your expression, you’re probably feeling the same way I am,” Rebekah said, and I lifted my gaze to her.

  I hadn’t realized how long I’d been silent, but it was clear she’d seen what I’d been thinking in my expression.

  Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps on the porch had both of us standing. Rooney and Venom had left us guns, and we both held them. It’s not like I knew how to use one, but Rooney had shown me the basics before he’d left.

  Take the safety off.

  Aim.

  Shoot the hell out of someone trying to hurt me.

  A second later the front door opened and in walked Rooney and Venom. I felt the tension leave me, and a sigh escape.

  I looked over at Rebekah and saw she had been just as frightened as I was, but now looked relieved. Then Venom walked over to Rebekah and instantly pulled her into his arms. He said something softly to her and she nodded, smiling and resting her head on his chest.

  I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a little bit jealous of their relationship. Because that’s what I wanted with Rooney, what I had wanted for a long time.

  Despite what had happened, everything we’d been through, or maybe it was because of all of that, I wanted to be honest. Finally. Maybe now more than ever I needed to tell Rooney how I felt.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rooney

  I’d never forget the look of relief on Bryn’s face when I walked through that door. It reminded me of how sweet and innocent she was, and also how she wasn’t suited to this lifestyle, not one bit.

  The only problem was I couldn’t let her go.

  Checking the perimeter with Venom, he’d made it clear to me that I had to make a choice. Once they dealt with Vincenzo and the rat in the club, I’d have to make a decision about Bryn and my future at the club.

  Either I accept my life at the club and bring Bryn in, have her by my side, or I give up my cut. Bryn had proven to be too much of a liability. If she was my old lady and part of the club, it would be different, only I’d kept her away because of my own fears.

  I wasn’t a monster.

  I wanted Bryn to have her own life.

  One that didn’t result in getting shot at all day.

  “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat. We’re safe for tonight. We’ll assess tomorrow,” Venom said.

  “Why can’t you just call the guys? Explain it to them?” Rebekah asked. “I don’t like that we’re hiding out like this.”

  Venom stroked her cheek. “That’s not going to happen. I’ve got something else going down and I need it to play out like this.”

  “I don’t like it. I don’t like anything that puts you guys in danger.”

  “I second that,” Bryn said, holding up her hand. “I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but I am sorry this has hit your club and Rooney.”

  “Rest, relax tonight. We can take a few hours knowing we’re going to be safe.” He looked toward me. “Sleep well, brother.”

  Venom and Rebekah were gone in the next second.

  “You decided to open up my good whiskey?” I asked, eyeing the bottle.

  “I hope you don’t mind. I mean, we were kind of freaking out a little here. It’s kind of hard to focus when you’re scared.”

  “I get that.” I grabbed the bottle, taking a long pull on the dark amber liquid. There was a reason the shit was expensive. It was damn good stuff. It burned the back of my throat, but I relished the taste. I watched the woman beside me as she looked all around the cabin. “What’s up?”

  “There are only two bedrooms.”

  “I know.”

  “Rebekah and Venom have taken one.”

  “And we’re going to take the other.”

  “Oh.”

  I watched as she swallowed. I could imagine her taking my cock, sucking it dry and swallowing my cum. It had been too long since I was with a woman and around Bryn, I struggled to keep myself in check.

  She was like a drug to me, and every second with her reminded me of everything I’d denied myself. She’d taste far better than any whiskey or fine wine.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I wasn’t worried about that. I was more, you know—I’ve never shared a bed with a man before, or slept overnight. This is all new to me.”

  Knowing that, my dick went from semi-hard to stiff within an instant. I wanted to push her to the sofa, spread her thighs and fuck her.

  There was so much I wanted to show her but instead, I nodded.

  “I don’t snore.”

  She chuckled. “How do you know?”

  I smirked. “I’m perfect, baby.”

  I took a final swig of my drink, putting the bottle on the coffee table. There was no chance of anyone finding us tonight. Venom had been the only person I’d told about this place, and he’d only told Rebekah. We’d made a sweep of the area, and it was all clear, at least for the time being.

  Taking hold of her hand, I lead her down the short corridor, heading to the other bedroom.

  Bryn stopped when she heard a moan.

  I knew exactly what that was and as it came again, there was no mistaking what was going on here. I watched her, mesmerized as her face turned a pretty shade of pink.

  Her blush looked so sexy and reminded me again of just how innocent she was.

  “Are they really having sex?” she whispered.

  I chuckled, and she quickly put a finger over her lips as if to stop me from making a noise.
/>   Pulling her along to the bedroom, I switched on the lights and closed the door. The sound faded away and I sat on the edge of the bed while she continued to stare at the door.

  “Do you want me to go and ask Venom if you can watch him fuck his woman?” I asked. There was no chance in hell of that ever happening, but I was willing to test her boundaries. To find out just how far she could go.

  I didn’t care if she couldn’t even handle talking about it.

  “No, of course not. Don’t be silly.” She moved toward the bed, sitting down.

  I liked having her this close.

  This was how I could keep an eye on her.

  Take care of her.

  Love her.

  There was no choice to be made for me. I couldn’t not have Bryn anymore. I wanted her more than anything else in the world, and I was going to have her.

  Taking hold of her hand, I rubbed my thumb across her flesh. Her hand tightened around mine and she offered me a smile.

  “I imagine they can fuck because they’d been apart for a few hours and she was afraid for a short time of losing Venom.”

  “They’re total opposites to each other,” she said. “How can they make it work?”

  “Opposites attract, and I think it’s easy to say that they’ve got what is needed. They have that chemistry and fire burning between them.”

  She chuckled. “The moment he walked in, she did look like she wanted to tear his clothes off.”

  “And he wanted to do the same.” I pushed back some of her hair, not wanting anything to get in the way of looking at her beautiful face. “I would move heaven and earth for you, Bryn.”

  “I had no doubt you’d come for me.”

  I wanted to kiss her.

  Her gaze fell on my mouth and I knew I wasn’t going to wait another second to have a taste of her sweet lips.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Brynleigh

  I knew he was going to kiss me before he leaned in and did just that. I had my hands beside me, my fingers curled into the blanket. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating.

  His mouth on mine was soft, almost gentle. I’d never known Rooney to be either of those things. But as he lifted his hands and cupped both sides of my face, mindful of the bruising, all I wanted to do was give myself over.

  With Rooney I felt safe, protected. I knew nothing would hurt us, that he’d give his life to make sure I was okay. We were far from being out of danger, but I knew with him things would be okay eventually.

  I had to have faith or things would go downhill far too fast.

  I moaned softly and he pulled back.

  “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  I smiled and shook my head, and this time I was the one who leaned in and kissed him. The kiss once again started off sweet, almost hesitant. I was finally going after what I wanted, and that was Rooney.

  “I want you, Rooney. I want this.” I murmured those words against his mouth and kissed him harder, using more passion, letting that dam finally break free.

  He had his hands on my thighs, his fingers pressing against my flesh. He slowly opened my legs and got down on his knees, moving himself between them so we were pressed close together now.

  “I should stop,” he whispered against my mouth and I shook my head, not breaking the kiss.

  “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  He groaned and kissed me harder, stroking his tongue along the seam of my lips, having me open for him. He delved inside, worshipping every inch of me, pressing his tongue against mine ... mouth fucking me.

  “I could devour you and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he groaned, pulling away just enough that our lips barely touched, but still brushed together when he spoke. “It will never be enough.”

  I opened my eyes and stared into his. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, the heat intensifying in the room, the chemistry between us suffocating.

  I wanted more.

  “Rooney,” I whispered. “Please, make me feel something other than what we are living.” My throat was tight, my body alive. I was worried he’d deny me, turn me down, maybe thinking it was for the best.

  But as he stared into my eyes, I realized one thing with the utmost certainty ... he wanted me like no other.

  “You sure about this, baby?”

  I nodded and licked my lips, watching as his gaze lowered to my mouth to watch the act. He slid his hands down my waist and gripped the hem of the sweats I wore—a pair of his that were far too big for me, but ones that made me feel closer to him.

  I braced my hands on the mattress and lifted my bottom up, so he could pull the pants down. I was breathing hard and fast, and I felt my pulse beating rapidly at the base of my throat. Could he see how he affected me?

  Once the sweats were off, he tossed them aside and had his hands on my thighs, running his fingers up and down my skin, causing goosebumps to form.

  He gently pushed me back on the bed, and I went down fluidly. And then he had his hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs open, making me spread for him. He made me show him the most intimate part of my body, a part that no man had ever seen before.

  I stared at the ceiling, feeling so nervous, my hands clinging to the sheets.

  “Bryn, baby, relax for me.”

  He moved his hands over my hipbones and placed his palm flat on my belly. I felt that heavy weight relaxing me, calming me.

  “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you feel good.”

  I nodded. I knew he’d watch over me, make me feel good.

  And then I felt his warm breath move along my pussy, bushing against my folds. He used his thumb and forefingers to spread my lips even wider as he ate me out, licking and sucking, devouring me.

  My head was tossed back, my breasts thrust out. The pleasure coursed through me, stole my very sanity, made me dizzy with need, gasping for air.

  “That’s it,” he said against me, the vibrations from his voice having me cry out as ecstasy tore through me. He licked me like a sucker, from my pussy hole to my clit, humming in approval, in pleasure. “Give it to me, baby girl, give it all to me.”

  I gripped the sheets even tighter, harder, pulling at them, trying to stabilize myself, trying to stay on earth. But all I wanted to do was float away.

  He sucked on my clit, pulling at that bundle of tissue, drawing my orgasm from me.

  “Come for me, baby. Give it to me.”

  I panted, my eyes opened as I stared at the ceiling, feeling the world drift away from me. And then I felt myself implode, the pleasure so intense I saw stars, felt fire lick across my arms and legs.

  He didn’t let up, just sucked and sucked and sucked until tears sprang to my eyes and I cried out.

  “More. I need more,” he whispered and pulled away and I forced myself to look at him, to stay conscious when all I wanted to do was pass out from how good he’d made me feel.

  “We are just getting started, baby. I’m going to make you come so many fucking times tonight, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rooney

  Even with all of her bruises, I wanted Bryn. I was a sick fuck, but that was okay. No matter how much I wanted her, I had the strength to hold myself back. There’s no way in hell I was going to hurt her.

  As I licked her pussy, bringing her to a second orgasm, I stared down at her, marveling at how pretty she was. She had the prettiest cunt I’d ever seen, and I knew she was going to look even better riding my cock.

  Right now, my cock was just having trouble staying in my damn pants. I wanted inside her so badly, but I also wanted to hear her cries of pleasure. I wanted to rid my mind of the pain I’d heard and to give her something that I should have given her years ago. I’d wasted so much time, but I had her here, now, and I wouldn’t be wasting any more. I fucking loved this woman more than anything in the world. I’d been willing to risk my life and my club for her.

  Venom was right, it w
as a choice but a fucking easy one.

  Bryn would have to get used to the club because there was no way in hell I was giving this up, not for anyone.

  “Please, Rooney, I don’t think I can stand it,” she said.

  She was heading toward a third orgasm, I could tell. This one was taking more time because of how sensitive she was. Just as she neared that peak, she gripped the back of my head, pulling me up from her pussy.

  “What is it?” I wanted to lick her cunt and to have her dripping wet. When she remembered this moment in years to come, I only wanted her to think of the pleasure that my mouth gave her. I’d spent many nights thinking about this. Many lonely nights with just my hand for release.

  To some of the men at the clubhouse, they probably thought I used the club whores for release, but the truth was, I didn’t want anyone but Bryn. She’d only ever been it for me.

  I’m not saying that I’d been an angel or a saint, because back in the day I was far from it.

  Before I even realized that I wanted Bryn all to myself, that she was mine, I was reckless, wild.

  Over the past couple of years, I realized how much I loved Bryn, how much I wanted her. Then, of course, when I thought about sleeping with a woman I was completely flooded by guilt at being with someone who wasn’t Bryn.

  I promised myself I wouldn’t do that shit again. Not to Bryn. She was my entire life.

  “I want to see you.”

  “You want to see me, baby?” I asked.

  “You know.” She reached out, touching my thigh. “I want to … see you.”

  “Babe, we shouldn’t do anything because you’re hurt.”

  “I want to see you get off. You’ve gotten me off and I want to watch you.” She bit her lip, looking so sexy, so sweet, so tempting.

  “You want to watch me jerk off?” My cock jerked at the thought.

  She nodded. “I think it’ll be hot. Please, Rooney.”

  God, she was driving me wild. “What do I get in return?” I asked, teasing her.