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The harder he thrusts, the tighter his hand gets around my throat until I can’t breathe. I’m about to panic when I feel him swell inside of me.

“Come on, Kenz. Come for me, or you’re gonna pass out,” he warns me as he pumps in and out of me. I can’t take it. I can’t do this. I start to shake my head when his hand tightens even more. My lips are parted, my lungs screaming in pain, needing the sweet oxygen that he’s depriving me of.

“You’re gonna pass out,” he warns once more as dots start to dance in front of my eyes. I feel him come inside of me before his hand drops down to my clit. A few small strokes and I’m falling apart for him just like he wanted. His hand leaves my throat, and I cough, gasping for air as I suck in as much as I can. Storm keeps pumping into me slower this time.

When he’s finally finished, and I can breathe again, he pulls out of me and grabs a towel.

“You’re gonna sleep like that,” he says, nodding toward my thighs.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Changed the rules, darlin’. When I fuckin’ cum inside of you, that’s where it stays.” With that, he turns and walks out of my bathroom.

Chapter 7

Storm

“I don’t know, brother. This doesn’t sound like such a good idea to me,” I tell Patch as we sit around the table and talk.

“Why not?”

“Too much bullshit,” I remind him as I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull.

“How so?”

“You got the gangs and shit to think about too, yeah? You think that runnin’ through town is smart with all that goin’ on?” I ask him.

“Yeah, you might be right. I didn’t really think about that.” I nod my head because I knew he wasn’t thinking when he wanted to run drugs through town. We’re not the only ones around that run drugs and money, and stepping into their space just isn’t an option. That would cause a war and stress that we don’t need.

“Then what are you thinkin’?” he asks, looking at me.

“I’m not. I think we’re good with what we have goin’ on. No need to get into more,” I tell him. He nods his head and runs his hand through his hair as he looks around the table.

“Anyone else?” he asks.

“Sorry, Patch. I think with the garage and shit, we’re doin’ okay. I don’t want to start a war right now,” Tide adds.

“Makes sense. We’ll leave it at that then,” he tells us. We all sit around and just talk shit when I see Kenzee walk in. My eyes follow her through the room until she gets to the bar and grabs herself a drink. She looks tired, and it makes me wonder what she’s been doing besides work.

“You talk to her?” Bane asks, pulling my attention to him.

“What do you mean?”

“Jenson said he was gonna have you talk to her about the MC bein’ back in town.”

“Why me?” I ask, confused. He shrugs and takes down the rest of his beer before speaking once more.

“I don’t know. He didn’t say. Just said he was gonna ask you.”

“He ain’t said shit to me.” Bane shrugs once more when I see someone else walk into the club. She’s cute. She’s tall and has long legs that she doesn’t hide with that short skirt, but she’s also a little uptight. I can tell just by looking at her.

She looks around the room until her eyes land on our prez, Patch. She smiles and walks toward him when he pulls her into a hug. I glance over Tide, but he just shrugs. We go back to watching the scene unfold when Patch looks over and motions to me.

I shove out of my chair and walk over when he introduces us.