Wet (Diamondback MC 4)

“Hunter,” I moan in between the way he’s sucking on my lower lip, his hands gripping my ass through the thin layer of scrubs I’m wearing.

“I like the way you greet your man, Monroe.” We quit kissing, and I slide down the front of his body feeling his hard cock.

“I’m glad my man greeted me.” I completely forgot about Jeremy. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jeremy, this is Hunter, my boyfriend. Hunter, this is Jeremy. He’s a paramedic who comes in from time to time.”

“Nice to meet you, Hunter.” Jeremy holds his hand out to shake Hunter’s, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, his arm bands around my waist, bringing me in closer as he nods his head. Hunter doesn’t say a word. I guess we’re peeing around my feet and being territorial today.

“I’ll see you around, Monroe.” My eyes swing back from Hunter’s to Jeremy’s as I attempt to hold my tongue but know my face is giving it all away. So, I stand with Hunter until Jeremy is out of sight. When I’m practically bubbling over with annoyance, I’m interrupted.

“Not bein’ rude, but, babe, that man has got a hard-on for you a mile wide. Didn’t like the way his eyes were locked on your ass even when it was in my hands. I’m just lettin’ him know in the best way possible he doesn’t stand a fuckin’ chance. You get me?” Shit, I never gave Jeremy any inkling that I’ve ever seen anything in him besides a work friendship.

“Yeah, I get you. Did I mention I’m so happy you’re home? It wasn’t fun sleeping in your bed alone last night,” I relent, probably too easily, but from what Raven talked to me about in the few minutes we got to chat, one solid piece of advice was to choose my battles, and this is one I’m not picking.

“No, but you can tell me. Come on, I’ll follow you to the clubhouse. We’re patchin’ in Bennett, so we’re celebrating more than one thing.” He grins at me. A smile takes over my face, and I scoot past him to head to the driver’s side door, but Hunter’s right behind me, making sure I’m in, settled, car running and all before he walks to his bike. I really wish I were riding with him tonight. I’m thinking this weekend, I’ll see if I can get a ride out of him, and not just on his cock.

Seventeen

Cannon

The brothers and I patched in Shadow, formerly known as Bennett. He’s currently getting wasted. That’s probably because he sat down this afternoon after riding all day, got his tattoo, a full back piece like the rest of us have of the Diamondback MC. Monroe is on my lap, sipping on a bottle of beer and talkin’ to Sadie.

I was pissed as hell that when we made it back to the clubhouse, I couldn’t at least use my mouth on her. We had shit to do, and there was no way I would have been late. Though, if my woman doesn’t quit wiggling her ass on my cock, it’s gonna be over earlier than she or I want. Fuck, this woman knows what she does to me, walking around in a tank top, no bra, flouncy skirt, and her signature combat boots. Hair for days, long and full, more than a handful. Hell, when she’s sucking me off, there’s so much, she needs my help holding it back.

“Monroe,” I groan in her ear before nipping it.

“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy, needy, and fuckin’ drippin’ with desire.

“You ready to call it a night?” It won’t be too much longer, and I’ll be tossin’ her over my shoulder, walkin’ us towards my room.

“Sure.” She places her beer down. I nod at Shovel, he smirks. Monroe slides off my lap. Her hand reaches for mine, and I stand up behind her. My other hands go to her hips, guiding her to the short path to where each brother has a room with an attached bathroom. I let her feel just what her sexy ass has done to me for the past hour. It doesn’t seem to faze her as she gives me more of her weight while somehow managing to get to our room before I flip her skirt up, slide my zipper down, and sink inside her.

Monroe’s hand attempts to open the door, twice, but my fingertips are gliding a path on the outside of her thigh, distracting her.

“Hunter.” That soft throaty groan has me guiding her hand, opening the door. Monroe spins around in my arms, and I kick the door shut, pressing her against it.

“Fuck, you know what these skirts do to me, trouble?” I ask. I’m already liftin’ her up, her sinful legs wrapping around my waist.

“Why do you think I added three more to my collection?”