Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

“I don’t want any elaborate lies or bullshit. Answer me. Are you a virgin?”

“You’ve been talking to Dog.” She nibbled on her lip, feeling her cheeks heat.

Forge moved away from the stairs and stood right in front of her. “Are you a virgin? Yes or no. Or was it a lie you told Dog to make him crazy?”

She shook her head. “I’m a virgin.”

“Tell me right now. Do you want to stop this?” he asked. “I asked you to do this as Hank showed you interest and I thought you were experienced. Given the guys’ comments about you over the years, I assumed. That was my mistake.”

“I … no, we’ve started now. Hank believes this story. I can do this.”

“Can you do this without fucking him?” Forge asked. “I don’t want your first time to be with someone you can’t stand.”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t want him but I’ll do what is needed for the club.” She rubbed at her temple.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, pointing at her cheek.

“It’s nothing.”

“Your mom will regret that when she knows the truth.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I’m going to go now. Lock your door.” Forge turned on his heel but rather than go out the front door, she heard the kitchen one close. After quickly flicking the lock into place at the front, she rushed toward the back and did the same.

As far as conversations went, it had to be the strangest one she’d ever had with her prez. She hadn’t been lying to Hank. Her head was ready to explode.

After opening the fridge, she poured herself some milk and made her way upstairs. She put the cold milk by her nightstand, went into the bathroom, stripped off the clothes, stepped beneath the shower, and allowed the night to just fade away. She wanted every trace of Hank off her body.

Once she felt clean enough, she stepped out, quickly pulled on a shirt, and was entering her bedroom, drying her hair, when she caught sight of Dog sitting on the edge of her bed. He wasn’t wearing his leather cut, nor his boots. In fact, he wore nothing but boxer briefs as he looked at her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you tell Forge you wanted out? It was really that simple.”

“I started this. The club needs this. We can’t keep talking about the same old thing. I can do this.”

“You think Hank’s going to hold out for a taste of you?”

“Yes.” Hank hadn’t made an inappropriate move yet. She wasn’t going to even give him a hint it would be acceptable. “You shouldn’t be here. Where are your clothes?”

“On the floor. If you could take your eyes off me for one minute, you’d see where they are.”

She quickly looked into his eyes and laughed. “You’re doing this on purpose. Why?”

“Simple, I like it when your eyes are on me.”

“I don’t get you, Dog. One minute you can’t stand me being near you. Now you’re telling me you want me. You’ve got to stop doing this.”

“Doing what?” He moved toward her and the wall stopped her escape.

The way he looked at her, how did it make her ache for him? It made no sense. Licking her lips, she watched him.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked. “Since you dropped that bombshell, I can’t get you out of my mind. It’s not fair.” He touched her chin, tilted her head back, and all she wanted was for him to kiss her.

“Why are you so different?” she asked.

“Tell me, Sable. If I’d been the man in your bed, would you have been able to push me to one side? Would you have left me alone?” He stroked a finger down her neck, resting on her pulse for a split second before traveling lower. “Or would you give me this body? Would you let me have a taste where no other man had ever been?”