What Doesn't Destroy Us (The Devil's Dust #1)(17)

I open my eyes to find Dani’s head lying on my chest and her body clung to mine, our legs and arms tangled. I’m speechless at the angelic beauty sprawled out before me, and completely appalled. I have never had sex like last night. When I'm with one of the flavors; that’s what we call the whores who hang around the club, I usually bend them over something or have them on their knees. Then I send them packing; no skin contact, no cuddling, and sure as hell no staying over.

And I sure as hell never messed around with a virgin before. I should have bailed as soon as she pulled the 'V' card out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had hoped after getting my dick wet by Dani, I wouldn’t want her anymore. I just wanted to prove to her that she couldn’t resist me; and prove to myself I just wanted her because I couldn’t have her. But looking at her this morning I could definitely take her again; I still want her. But I don’t deserve her and I can’t afford the distraction.

I can’t help but slide my hand up and down her bare back. Her olive skin is so silky. My dick twitches at the skin contact, making me frustrated. All these feelings I’m having are f*cking mystifying. I need to get out of here and clear my head. I slowly move her head over and try to untangle my body from hers, trying not to wake her.

“You're still here. I thought you would be gone,” she mumbles with sleep in her voice.

Shit, I woke her.

“Yeah, uh, I gotta go now,” I say, slipping off the bed. I grab my underwear and jeans and put them on quickly.

She sits up in the bed grabbing the white sheet with both hands to cover her perky tits. I need to hurry up and get the f*ck out of here before the urge to f*ck her consumes me. I’m sure her bitch of a mother will be barging in here soon.

I grab my cut off the chair and risk a look at her. Her face is down and she looks ashamed. Shit. This is why I don’t mess with chicks outside of the club. Club girls know what to expect out of a brother; nothing. Civilian bitches, girls who know nothing about club life, expect more and look deep into things; leaving shit like this to happen. I actually feel guilty for wanting to leave Dani.

“Church,” I respond, trying to ease the leaving situation. Why I give a shit; I’m clueless.

“It’s not Sunday?” she questions, with a cocked eyebrow. Her question actually pisses me off. Doesn't she know who the f*ck she’s talking to? But her innocence makes me want her more, I swear. She is nothing but purity, a breath of fresh air. Something I have never been around. Girls like Dani don’t hang around the club.

“No, not that kind of church. I have to go to discuss club business. It’s at noon, and it's noon now. I gotta get before they come looking for me.” I pull on my shirt and leather cut. It’s the same shit I had on yesterday, but I don’t have time to change.

I open the door a sliver and peek out. I don’t see anybody so I slip out and shut the door quietly, not giving Dani another look. I feel guilty as shit as it is, I can’t stand to see her in pain any longer. The main room of the clubhouse is a f*cking mess, and there's naked chicks scattered everywhere. The prospects have black trash bags picking up trash, and some of the Ol’ Ladies are throwing clothes at the naked girls trying to get them decent and out of the club. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cup; I need some coffee to help process what the f*ck is going on in my head. I just slept with the devil's daughter. I’m a dead man walking.

“Where the hell did you disappear to last night?” Bobby spits at me from behind, making me spill coffee.

“Nowhere, why?” I ask, irritated.

“Oh, I dunno. I saw you chase the president’s daughter down the hall and haven’t seen you come out until just now.” His tone is accusing.

I glare at him. What is he getting at? Bobby and I go way back, even before the club. I know we are close, but the club is a brotherhood. I’m not sure he wouldn’t tell Bull I f*cked his daughter. Hell, I felt like shit keeping this from Bull, but I’m not sure he wouldn’t put a lug in my head if he knew I banged his daughter.

“What the f*ck is that, brother? Please tell me you had a bloody nose or some shit.” Bobby points at my hand. Looking down at what he’s pointing at, I tense. Shit, I have blood on my fingers; how did I miss that. It must have gotten there when I took the condom off last night. Trying to hide that I f*cked Bull's daughter was not going to be easy with the loss of Dani’s innocence all over my f*cking hands. I walk over to the sink and start washing my hands, ignoring Bobby.

“That’s not what I think it is, is it?” Bobby asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Fuck off, Bobby, it’s nothing!” I bark, his persistence is really starting to piss me the f*ck off.

“You get in a pissing match with me for dancing with that bitch last night; then you disappear into her room for the night... just looking at her... I’m pretty sure that is exactly what I think it is,” he says, gesturing toward my hands again.

“What the f*ck did you just say to me?” Pushed to my limit, I shove Bobby and get in his face. Him questioning me has hit its toll.

Not one to back down, Bobby gets right back in my face. “I think you're the one with a death wish, brother. What the f*ck were you thinking?” He pushes me in the shoulders, his voice snapping and authoritative. He's right, though; what the f*ck was I thinking? I knew better than to f*ck with Dani.