full.
He came back minutes later. “There’s going to be no leftovers.”
She chuckled, thinking about the club attacking the fridge where their food was.
“There’s nothing you can do about that.”
Whizz stared at her for several seconds. She couldn’t look away. Her body heated remembering the way his lips felt on top of hers. She wanted him. Lacey missed the feel of his rock hard cock sliding deep inside her.
You shouldn’t feel that way about the man responsible for killing your club.
“I’m going to get washed.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
It didn’t matter how much her head told her she shouldn’t be wanting. Her body had completely other ideas.
Her pussy was slick with her cream. She closed her eyes remembering the way he’d held her in the graveyard, the thrust of his hips as he drove inside her. Whizz didn’t hold her like she would break. He gripped her hips, pounding inside her as if she was a woman. She’d not been desired once. Dalton had loved her, but he’d not desired her. At least she didn’t think he did. In his gaze she had seen the pity whenever Dalton looked her way. She grew to hate that pity, despise it even. What happened to her shouldn’t define what people thought about her.
The shower stopped running, and she listened to Whizz move around. The movie had long lost any appeal it had once had. The only interest she had was in Whizz.
He entered the bedroom going to his drawers. Seconds later he dropped the towel showing off his fine ass. His body was covered in scars and muscle. Where she had gone under the ink pen to try to hide her scars, Whizz picked up weights. His body was rock hard and his strength unlike anything she’d ever known.
In between his thighs she saw the length of his cock dangling down. This was strangely intimate. She hadn’t seen him naked during their time together, yet this was intimacy.
Whizz walked back to the bed, climbing in beside her. She didn’t even think to protest, not even that first morning when she woke up beside him.
He started out at the end of the bed and slowly moved in behind her. She kept her gaze on the television even though the movie made no sense.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Looking behind her, she frowned. “What are you sorry about?”
Whizz ran his hand over her stomach, rubbing in circular motions. Her stomach tightened as another flood of arousal swamped her. She wished she could stop feeling the pleasure, but nothing happened.
“Your club. I knew you’d follow me that day, Lacey. I know the club meant a great deal to you. They were your family. I’m sorry for hurting you that way.”
“You’re not sorry for killing them?” she asked, staring up at him.
“I hope one day you’ll forgive me for my part in what I did.”
“Why are you saying this?” The way he’d spoken to her that afternoon left her feeling he was angry at her feelings toward the Savage Brothers.
“You’ve lost your family. I’m sorry about hurting you. I’m not sorry for what had to happen. Before Gonzalez tore your family apart you were part a club. You know the workings even if you argue with me.”
She licked her lips averting her gaze.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Lacey turned her back to him, watching the movie. Whizz didn’t move his hand away. He kept stroking her stomach.
She kept her thighs together, wishing she’d stop reacting to his touch.
“I want you, Lacey.”
Closing her eyes, she took in a breath. His fingertips moved from her stomach to travel up. She didn’t stop even though she knew she should. He cupped her breast in his palm. Her nipple budded into his hand.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
Opening her eyes, she stared opposite the room. The hand on her breasts started to move down. She didn’t tell him to stop, nor did she tell him to keep going. Lacey stayed quiet, and when his fingers stroked over the band of the boxers, she let out a breath.
“I’m not going to go any
He came back minutes later. “There’s going to be no leftovers.”
She chuckled, thinking about the club attacking the fridge where their food was.
“There’s nothing you can do about that.”
Whizz stared at her for several seconds. She couldn’t look away. Her body heated remembering the way his lips felt on top of hers. She wanted him. Lacey missed the feel of his rock hard cock sliding deep inside her.
You shouldn’t feel that way about the man responsible for killing your club.
“I’m going to get washed.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
It didn’t matter how much her head told her she shouldn’t be wanting. Her body had completely other ideas.
Her pussy was slick with her cream. She closed her eyes remembering the way he’d held her in the graveyard, the thrust of his hips as he drove inside her. Whizz didn’t hold her like she would break. He gripped her hips, pounding inside her as if she was a woman. She’d not been desired once. Dalton had loved her, but he’d not desired her. At least she didn’t think he did. In his gaze she had seen the pity whenever Dalton looked her way. She grew to hate that pity, despise it even. What happened to her shouldn’t define what people thought about her.
The shower stopped running, and she listened to Whizz move around. The movie had long lost any appeal it had once had. The only interest she had was in Whizz.
He entered the bedroom going to his drawers. Seconds later he dropped the towel showing off his fine ass. His body was covered in scars and muscle. Where she had gone under the ink pen to try to hide her scars, Whizz picked up weights. His body was rock hard and his strength unlike anything she’d ever known.
In between his thighs she saw the length of his cock dangling down. This was strangely intimate. She hadn’t seen him naked during their time together, yet this was intimacy.
Whizz walked back to the bed, climbing in beside her. She didn’t even think to protest, not even that first morning when she woke up beside him.
He started out at the end of the bed and slowly moved in behind her. She kept her gaze on the television even though the movie made no sense.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Looking behind her, she frowned. “What are you sorry about?”
Whizz ran his hand over her stomach, rubbing in circular motions. Her stomach tightened as another flood of arousal swamped her. She wished she could stop feeling the pleasure, but nothing happened.
“Your club. I knew you’d follow me that day, Lacey. I know the club meant a great deal to you. They were your family. I’m sorry for hurting you that way.”
“You’re not sorry for killing them?” she asked, staring up at him.
“I hope one day you’ll forgive me for my part in what I did.”
“Why are you saying this?” The way he’d spoken to her that afternoon left her feeling he was angry at her feelings toward the Savage Brothers.
“You’ve lost your family. I’m sorry about hurting you. I’m not sorry for what had to happen. Before Gonzalez tore your family apart you were part a club. You know the workings even if you argue with me.”
She licked her lips averting her gaze.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Lacey turned her back to him, watching the movie. Whizz didn’t move his hand away. He kept stroking her stomach.
She kept her thighs together, wishing she’d stop reacting to his touch.
“I want you, Lacey.”
Closing her eyes, she took in a breath. His fingertips moved from her stomach to travel up. She didn’t stop even though she knew she should. He cupped her breast in his palm. Her nipple budded into his hand.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
Opening her eyes, she stared opposite the room. The hand on her breasts started to move down. She didn’t tell him to stop, nor did she tell him to keep going. Lacey stayed quiet, and when his fingers stroked over the band of the boxers, she let out a breath.
“I’m not going to go any
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