Chapter 18

Briar

Nighttime is always the worst time. Left alone with my thoughts and the horrors that visit me while I sleep are almost enough to keep me awake. It isn’t Freddy Krueger or flashes from my past that infiltrate my brain in slumber. It isn’t the disgusting and depraved things I’ve done for my club with a smile on my face.

My dreams are filled with fantasies. Sinful and wicked things I want to do with a certain club princess.

Groggily, with my brain still sloppy from drinking, I’m roused to semi-consciousness.

The weight on my chest is comforting for a sliver of a second. With my eyes closed, I can pretend Molly is in my arms. It’s so soothing, I almost let my brain shut down and let sleep take over again.

The flash of brown hair and a girl I’d never seen before fill my head, and I stiffen. Throat dry and rough from my heavy night of drinking, regret and shame hit me in the chest. The scent of the woman on my chest invades my nose, and my stomach turns.

But when I look down, it isn’t brown hair sticking in the stubble of my beard. Blonde hair and Molly’s perfectly pouty lips greet my hazy vision.

“Mols?” I groan, my cock thickening without further thought.

She shifts, nuzzling against the hair on my chest before settling again.

Something’s different. She doesn’t smell the way she should. She’s covered in a masculine scent and clothes I’ve never seen before, rather than the fresh scent of apples and a tank top and yoga pants.

The memory of her with that fucking vet hits me in the chest like a ton of bricks.

How dare she come to me after being with him. A deeper inhale is like acid in my lungs, the burn enough to make my arms jolt in rage.

I’m ready to throw her off of me, insist that she get the fuck out of here. I’m seconds away from packing my shit, knowing I’d never be able to survive seeing them together, but then her hand flexes and I realize just how desperately low her touch is.

With a thigh tossed over my legs, one arm is curled under my shoulder, but it’s the other hand that can’t be ignored. Halfway between my belly button and my erect cock, I’m grateful my dick prefers hugging my thigh rather than growing toward the waistband of my boxers. Pale fingers flex again, as if she’s playing with my happy trail in her dreams.

My eyes clench closed, and I breathe deep.

Another mistake.

His cologne invades my nostrils again.

“Molly,” I hiss, shifting my weight so she’s off of my chest and flat on her back. I cover her, ignoring the fact that her thighs part and I’m pressed against the scorching heat of her body.

My eyes never open as my breaths rush out in sharp gusts.

“You need to—”

Her lips cover mine before I can finish. This isn’t the hallway. We aren’t sneaking a few private seconds with the risk of getting caught. The clubhouse is silent, and the middle of the night greets us as if swearing to hold our secrets forever. The temptation is almost enough to make me cave, but the smell of him on her skin is too much to bear.

“Did he treat you right?” I press my cock against the apex of her thighs. “Did he make you come before he took it from you?”

She whimpers, and with my eyes still closed, I can’t tell if I’m hurting her or if there’s a neediness to the sound.

“Open your eyes,” she begs. I shake my head, swallowing roughly as I try to will myself to get off of her. “Please.”

The pleading in her voice isn’t enough to get me to look down at her. “I can’t. If I open my eyes, then you underneath me is real.”

“I’m real. Please.”

“No,” I hiss, my hand finding the hair at the nape of her neck. I bury my face between her jaw and shoulder. “This can’t be real. We can’t be real.”

I’m trembling, my muscles and my brain fighting one another on what should happen next. The alcohol in my system urges me to pull her clothes from her sinful body and show her what she missed out on with the vet. My brain tells me I’m a dead man either way. Clearly, they aren’t combating each other as much as I thought.

“Mmm,” I groan when I find an area just under her ear that still smells exactly like it’s supposed to. “He missed a spot.”

I lick at her before nipping her throat in anger. She whimpers, forcing me to soothe the sting with the suction of my mouth. Once I start, it’s impossible to stop. Focused on alternating licking with comforting kisses, I miss that her hips are undulating under me. There’s no rhythm to her movements, no practiced skill.

“Does he know how precious you are?” I growl against her neck before shoving his shirt up and over her head.

“Do you?” she counters halfheartedly.

My mouth would go dry if the brush of my nose over her lacy bra didn’t make me salivate like a malnourished dog staring at a steak.

“Open your eyes!” she screeches, but I’m too far gone to even care if someone can hear her.

“No,” I seethe as my nose nudges the fabric away from her skin.

Temptation taunts me, urging me to open my eyes. Just one peek, one quick glance of her naked skin would be enough to fully awaken the darkness inside of me. I won’t allow it.

“I’m dreaming,” I mumble as her pebbled nipple tickles my lips.

“I didn’t have sex with him.”

“I saw you kiss him.” She squeals when I suck on her tit roughly.

I’d like to think I’d be able to stop if I truly believed she didn’t want this, but the continuous flex of her slim hips, as if she’s trying to gain purchase to get off, is a sign I haven’t taken things too far. Yet.

“You reek of him.”

The biting and sucking continue, across her chest to her other nipple and up the other side of her neck.

“Puppy. Vomit. Shower.” She’s been reduced to one-word sentences, and if I weren’t high on her and drunk on the whiskey still rushing through my blood, I might be cognizant enough to understand what she’s trying to tell me and put an end to this. But then the delicate scent of her arousal overpowers the stench he has left behind on her skin, and I’m manic, hips flexing against her center.

“Not enough,” I grunt, reaching down and shoving his sweats out of my way. My fingers tease the edge of the lace, and once again I’m fighting the urge to open my eyes. In my mind, the lace covering her delicate flesh is the softest shade of pink, but in reality, they’re more likely black.

“More,” she whimpers, and I know I’m taking things too far.

I haven’t crossed the point of no return, even though I’m standing at the fucking line with one foot already dangling over the motherfucker.

“Please, Briar. He didn’t touch me. No one has touched me there.”

Her confession, fuck if it isn’t almost enough. I tease the edge of lace one last time before pulling my hand away, shoving down my boxers, and settling over her once again.

She whimpers, the sweetest, neediest sound I’ve heard her make.

“Hold still,” I command as my hips flex against hers. She doesn’t. Of course, she fucking doesn’t. The second the heat of my bare cock touches the thin lace of her panties she’s writhing against me, rubbing her damn pussy up and down the length of me. I relish in the harsh, abrasive irritation of the fabric against the underside of the head.

“Yes,” she moans just before my face angles down.

Her panting breaths become mine as our foreheads meet. Lips inches apart, we breathe each other in.

“Molly,” I hiss as my nuts tighten, imminent orgasm making itself known.

“I love you,” she whispers just as her body quakes under mine.

Spurt after spurt of heat erupts from my cock, but that doesn’t stop the grinding, the restless flexes of both of our bodies. It does nothing to quench my need for her.

Our mouths meet in a rush. The slide of her tongue on mine isn’t enough. Neither is the warmth of her body or the amazing scent of her pussy as it invades my nostrils and takes over my brain. It’ll never be enough. I’m almost tempted to slide down her body and lick her clean of both of our orgasms when dizziness sets in, and I nearly collapse on her.

“Don’t,” she whimpers softly against my mouth as I pull away. “I’m not ready to wake up yet.”

“Me either,” I assure her, but swing my weight to the side and fall clumsily to the bed. “I never want to wake up.”

I smile into my pillow as her soft lips meet my back in a delicate kiss.