All Dogs Bite (Club Chrome 2) - Page 11

“Yeah? And what exactly am I doing?” he asked softly, instantly mesmerized by her glorious, bountiful tits. His hands ached to fill with their softness but he forced himself to tuck his hands behind his head, as if unaffected by the display.

“You’re trying to convince me that you’re so bad so I don’t get hurt but I’m calling bullshit on your act. You care about me, Bronx. Just admit it. I’m not asking you to marry me — just don’t deny that you feel something for me. I’ve spent my whole life being marginalized and pushed aside by men who told me I wasn’t good enough for them and I won’t listen to you tell me that you’re not good enough for me. I know what I want and I want you. It’s crazy and insane, yeah, but that’s just the way it is. We can both fight it because it’s not supposed to make sense or we can grab this opportunity and ride it until it drops from exhaustion. What do you say?”

Ahhh, hell, girl. He swallowed a suspicious lump in his throat. Seemed a small thing, right? Just admit that he cared. But he couldn’t. She’d realize someday that he was doing her a solid but for now…he opened his mouth but she’d started to slowly grind on his semi-hard cock, rubbing her wetness across his dick until he couldn’t think straight.

“I dare you to tell me you don’t want me,” she said boldly, her cheeks pinking as her breath quickened. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone.”

Not want her? Was she fucking kidding? She was all he thought about — night and day. It was almost an obsession. Oh, his girl was playing dirty. And he liked it.

“That’s not fair,” he said, grinning as he gripped her hips and thrust against her. The mushroom tip of his cock slid across her clit and she shuddered with a sweet cry of pleasure and he knew he was sunk. “Don’t want to play nice, huh?” he said, rising up to roll her to the bed. He teased her neck with his stubble until she screamed with laughter and then he made his way to his favorite place. As he delved between her hot pussy lips, drinking in that sweet smell of lust and sex, he pushed aside anything that might sour the moment and just focused on his pretty, plump girl.

Because right now..that’s all that fucking mattered.

The rest would play out eventually. Why rush it?

-9-

Delainey popped into Zoe’s house armed with her favorite pastry and a latte and Zoe knew immediately she wanted something from her. “What’s this?” she asked with mild, yet playful suspicion. “You only come with goodies when you want something. Spit it out.”

“Okay, I won’t even try to lie…I have a favor to ask,” Delainey said, going straight to the point. “Can you do a little digging for me?”

Instantly alert, Zoe frowned and said, “Is this about that friend of yours you’ve been helping out? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it is about my friend but I’m not asking you to dig into his past. Well, not exactly. I’m wondering…what is the statute of limitations for prosecuting child abuse?”

“Now you’ve got me freaked out. What’s going on?” Zoe asked, forgetting about her pastry and staring at Delainey with concern. “Is someone in danger? I have a contact in social services I can call.”

“Not exactly, I mean…well, if this happened…it happened a long time ago but I want to make sure that the people who allegedly did it…aren’t still taking care of kids.”

“Got a name?”

“No.”

Zoe looked exasperated. “Well, then how am I supposed to do a search?”

“I have an address though and if they’re still foster parents, they’d have to be listed in the system, right?”

Zoe nodded and grabbed a pen. “Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, the address is 2219 Bluebell Lane. Can you run a check on the address and see if there are any foster parents at that address?”

“Yeah I can ask around…you going to tell me what this is about?”

“I don’t want to break my friend’s confidence but he shared a horrific story with me about a foster parent. I just wanted to make sure that those people are never in charge of children ever again.”

Zoe nodded, her frown told Delainey she felt the same. “How credible is your source?”

“Well, I believe him so he’s credible in my book.”

“Is he…trustworthy?” Zoe asked cautiously.

“Maybe not to some but he is to me,” she maintained stubbornly.

“Okay,” Zoe said, realizing Delainey was not going to budge. “I’ll look into it.” She tossed the pencil and then grabbed the pastry. “So, aside from this sordid business…anything else new?”

Delainey couldn’t contain the smile. “I’m in love. Totally completely and utterly in love with a man that I never would’ve imagined.”

At that Zoe grinned. “Do tell? I have to meet this guy. Maybe you could bring him by for drinks or something. It would be nice for Jax and Hunter to meet him, too.”

At first Delainey loved that idea — two couples meeting up for drinks or dinner — but then she remembered that Bronx was a Dog and Jax and Hunter were Kings, which would likely add up to gunfire at the dinner table…or at the very least, tense silence. But Delainey didn’t want to shut her best friend down so she said cheerfully, “I’ll see what he says. He’s kinda private and shy so I’m not sure but, yeah, eventually, that might be cool.”

“This mystery guy has me totally intrigued. My life as of late is consumed with the men in my life,

one of which is still breast-feeding,” Zoe said, rubbing covertly at her breasts to add as she checked her watch, “which reminds me, I have to pump.”

At the mention of baby Gunnar, Delainey wondered, was she pregnant right now? Was she crazy to hope? She wanted to talk to Zoe about it but she held back, knowing how that conversation would end because she already knew it was nuts to do what she was doing. She didn’t need reality, she wanted to hold onto her fantasy for just a while longer.

“I’ll let you go do your thing,” Delainey said, rising. “I only had a few minutes anyway. We should get lunch soon, okay? Bring Gunnar. He’s a cutie.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll call you with anything I find,” Zoe said, waving as she disappeared down the hallway. “Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Delainey murmured before letting herself out.

Maybe she was making a mistake digging into the past but she couldn’t let something so horrific go without some kind of retribution. No one had been there for Bronx when he’d needed them and certainly no one had saved poor Gage but if she could do something…anything…she wanted to try.

***

Later that night, Zoe was enjoying a glass of wine when Jax and Hunter walked in, talking animatedly about something going on at the club and when they paused to both kiss her in turn, she followed them into the kitchen to talk. “Do you have a minute?”

Both stopped and were instantly attentive. “Gunnar okay?”

“He’s fine,” Zoe assured them, loving that they were such good dads. “Did you ever stay in a foster home at 2219 Bluebell Lane?”

Suddenly both men hardened right before her eyes and fire blazed in Hunter’s eyes as he asked. “Why? Why would you ask about that place?”

Jax shot a look at Hunter and then said to Zoe. “Sorry babe, that house…not good memories if you know what I mean. We don’t like to talk about it.”

A cold chill chased her spine. “So you know the place?”

“Yeah. You could say that. Why?”

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