Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(46)

I let her words sit with me a moment. There are different ways I could react to what she’s telling me, but she’s trying I can tell that and I have seen enough signs to know I need to go slowly here. Still, I need a few things made clear.

“Do you plan on f*cking other men while we’re sleeping together?” She jerks back like I slapped her.

“Of course not, but…”

“Do you want to keep going with whatever this is between us?”

“Yes,” she whispers, answering me eagerly and her tone is full of pleasure.

“Then we’ll do this on the down low, just the two of us.” She smiles and I feel the need to clarify my answer. “Just until you work it out in your head Hellcat that the two of us are meant to be together.”

She thinks about it and must agree because she gets this devious little smile on her face and leans down to whisper in my ear, “We have a few hours to play before Ray and Paul make it back.”

“Is that so?” I ask, as her hand slides down under the cover.

“Oh yeah.”

“What would you like to do?” I ask.

“You,” she answers simply and there’s this happiness in her eyes.

“I don’t know Hellcat, I’m pretty tired.”

“Sorry Cowboy, but as my property, you must agree to my demands.”

“Is that so?” I ask on a groan because she wraps my already hard cock in her hands.

“Afraid so, Zander. I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them.”

“Well if there’s no other choice,” I say lifting her up to straddle me. “But, since I’m so tired, maybe you could do all the work.”

And just like that, she guides me inside of her and lowers herself down on my shaft. Heaven. Warm, soft, wet, sweet Heaven. Dani.





Chapter 21




Dani


Two months I’ve been home. Two months that Zander and I have been hiding whatever we are. Two months that have flown by and even I will admit that it’s good. That being with Zander is good. He’s getting frustrated with me. He’s tired of keeping us a secret. He’s right. I totally agree with him, it’s just anytime I get close to confessing to Nicole that I’m seeing Zander, I chicken out. What if by bringing it out into the open I jinx it? What if that’s the very thing that ends it? I don’t want to lose him. I don’t think I’ll survive losing him. It scares the hell out of me to admit that because no matter how I try to convince myself otherwise, the devil will come calling.

The club has been changing since I came back. There was this darkness over it since Irish’s betrayal. It affected every member in some form or another. I know it’s hurt Zander. He doesn’t talk about it, but he’s having nightmares. He won’t even tell me what the nightmares are about, but on the nights he stays at the house, he rarely sleeps more than a couple of hours. Since I have my own nightmares, I completely understand.

Then there are nights like tonight. I try to avoid nights like tonight. I couldn’t this time. The club is celebrating Carrot Top’s birthday. Carrie is the girl Nicole said the club was protecting because of Dancer. Don’t get me wrong, I like her. She’s sweet, if not a little too innocent. That’s not the reason I have issues with her. No, I have issues because she gravitates towards Zander. At first it didn’t bother me, but then she started calling him Alexander and he lets her…

She’s everything he should have. Sweet, innocent, untouched by the darkness that’s in this world. Someone that could love him wholly and freely. She’s everything I’ve never been. She’s everything I’ve never had the chance to be. She’s sitting with my man, Bull, Freak and Nikki, Nicole and Dragon and they’re laughing. They’re happy. She’s accepted. She hasn’t f*cked up. They don’t resent her. They look out for her, they care about her…they gave her a sweet nickname and not because they think she doesn’t have a heart…Yeah, I really should have avoided tonight.

“What’s up Ice? You want to dance?” I look up to find Gun standing by the bar. I shake my head. The man gets an A for effort.

“I thought we agreed you should give up trying?” I ask turning my attention back to my rum and coke, which these days has a lot more coke and very little rum—of course if tonight keeps going this way, that might change.

“Nah, eventually I figure you’ll give in,” he says sitting down.

“Have a seat,” I say sarcastically, but not really being a bitch. Truth is I like Gun. If he’d quit trying to get in my pants, I’d probably talk to him more than anyone.

“Thank you, don’t mind if I do.”

“Why aren’t you over there eating cake and doing birthday shit?” I ask talking about the big table Zander and the others are sitting and laughing at. I don’t turn around to see it, because it kind of…hurts.

“Not my scene,” he says taking a pull off a beer that Six puts down for him.

“What is your scene?” I ask not really interested, but Zander’s laughter rings out and it hits my stomach and pains me. I made this situation and I’m jealous. God, I am so screwed up.

“You got nothing to worry about you know,” he says instead of answering my question.