Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(50)

That thought sparks a new one, and I voice it before I can think better of it. “The four of you are all pretty protective of each other.”

“Yeah, we are,” he answers. “We’re brothers.”

“Pretty sure most brothers don’t walk around with their dicks out in the house they all live in.”

He laughs. “I mean, we’re not all related. We’re not actually brothers, although we consider ourselves a brotherhood. We all chose each other. Only two of us actually share DNA.”

My eyebrows twitch upward. Now that is a surprise.

None of them really act enough alike to seem related at a glance, so it’s interesting to think that two of them actually are. Brothers? Cousins?

“Which two?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

Ash just grins, amusement lighting up his eyes. “I thought you didn’t give a fuck,” he says. “Isn’t that what you told me? You don’t care about what’s going on with us, and we don’t ask any questions about you? You made a whole deal with Gage about it.”

He looks delighted to point that out, and I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to scowl at him in irritation.

I am curious about it, but I did say that—that I don’t care about their pasts and we aren’t sharing stories. All that matters is what we have to do in the present.

Ash’s grin turns shit-eating, and I know it’s because he knows he’s got me.

I don’t want to talk anymore, about him or the rest of his brothers. Don’t want to be reminded that I keep breaking my own goddamn rule about keeping them out of my personal shit and staying far away from theirs. So instead, I lean in and kiss him, gripping the front of his shirt to drag him down into it.

Ash chuckles against my lips but kisses me back eagerly, his tongue sliding along my lower lip.

I part my lips for him, letting him push his tongue inside my mouth to tease at my own tongue. My hand flattens against his chest where it was holding onto his shirt and then slides down. Lower and lower until I find his crotch.

His cock is still out and getting hard again, from the kissing and from going down on me, probably. He seems like the type to get off on knowing he made someone else get off.

I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, and I can feel my own body responding. My pussy is still sticky from the first round, but it gets wet all over again, eager for more. It’s like I was starving for the past several years, and now I’m at a buffet, ready to gorge myself just because I don’t know when I’ll ever get to have this again.

I scoot closer to him, wanting to trap him between my legs with my thighs.

“Come on,” I mutter into the kiss, trying to guide his cock to my dripping pussy with one hand.

To my surprise, though, Ash doesn’t go for it.

He smirks and pulls away, putting a little bit of distance between us and sliding his cock out of my grip.

It throws me off balance, and my stomach tightens a little as I blink up at him. I definitely wasn’t expecting him to turn me down. Not with how much shit he’s been talking since I got here about wanting to kiss me and fuck me and whatever else.

I’m not used to being rejected. Usually when I go for something, it’s a sure fucking thing, and it stings that it wasn’t in this case. It makes me feel vulnerable, and I fucking hate that.

So I shove Ash away and get down from the bureau, yanking my pants back up. Without looking at him, I snatch up my backpack and shopping bag and walk out of the room, leaving him behind with his dick out.





20





GAGE





THE BASEMENT IS USUALLY Knox’s domain, unless we have reason to be down there, interrogating prisoners ourselves or having private conversations that don’t feel right to have in the other parts of the house.

The rest of the house is an actual space to live, and it’s nice to have a little separation from the place where the real dark shit happens.

I don’t know what Knox did to the man we hauled in down here in the basement, but at least he cleaned up after himself when he was done and let the fucker go. I can still smell the sharp, crisp scent of the cleaning products he used to get rid of the blood.

“Did we ever get the guy’s actual name?” Priest asks, his arms folded and his back against the wall as usual.

“Derrek,” I tell him, pacing the floor in the center. “Did Knox not say?”

“He didn’t know. Kept calling him ‘Reggie.’”

“Sounds like Knox.”

Priest reaches up to brush his fingers through the short blond hair on the side of his head. “The Diamond Devils are getting bolder, if they have their men doing deals behind our backs because they think we’re taking too long. That’s not a good attitude for them.”

“It’s not,” I agree. “But it remains to be seen if it’s all of them or just that one who got too ahead of himself and wanted to prove he could be a big man and handle it.”

“Letting him go in the state Knox left him in will be a good warning either way. Fucking with us isn’t a good idea.”

I nod in agreement with that. Knox could have easily killed the guy, and none of us would have thought twice about it. He crossed us in a big way, threatening people who work for us, making our club into an unsafe place. People have died for less and no one batted an eye.