Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

She shook her head. “You’re not God, Richard.”

“I’m the man who is supposed to care for you.”

Chloe leaned back, feeling exhausted. “I’m fine, and soon I’ll be well.”

He moved, taking a seat on the bed. “What is going on with us, Chloe?”

“I don’t know.”

“When we were at the club, we connected. You were so attuned to me, and I knew what you were thinking, feeling, all of it. What’s going on?”

She licked her dry lips. “When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I belong.”

“Of course you do.”

She smiled. “It doesn’t matter.”

Richard went to say something, and then stopped. A nurse came in and started to check on her vitals.

“We’ll talk another time,” he said.

He didn’t leave the room though. Richard took a seat, and Chloe lay down. Tired, she fell to sleep.

****

When Suzy wasn’t visiting Chloe at the hospital, or working for James, Pixie had her all to himself. He loved not having to hide his feelings for her. The club still had a lot of business to deal with, like making a decision about Dane. Was he going to remain part of the club, or were they going to get rid of him? Pixie wanted him gone. He’d seen the damage the man had done to his family.

The Dirty Fuckers MC was a club, a brotherhood of pleasure, but Dane had walked away. He caused pain not only to the club, but to a woman and children.

James wasn’t in the right mood to discuss Dane. With Chloe in the hospital, regular business deals, his brother was swamped. Suzy helped though. She took a huge weight off his shoulders by dealing with all of the paperwork.

“Do you even own a place of your own?” Suzy asked.

He’d entered James’s office at five, and lured her out with the promise of food and sex. Food being the first point, sex being the latter.

There was a scene occurring in the private room between some close friends of the club. Eric Wiseman was a friend, along with his wife, Tory. They had high-powered jobs, each one a CEO of a company. Both of them came to the club from the city for some down time, and with it, a chance to play.

Eric was a Dom and Tory a submissive. The club was open to them, to play, to scene, and to have the security that their identities would remain a secret.

After feeding Suzy, Pixie took her hand, and led her toward the private playroom. He’d wanted for her to see Caleb in action. Now she would have to watch Eric. Pixie wasn’t a Dom. He wouldn’t dare use any of the equipment on a woman, but he liked to watch. He hoped Suzy found the same enjoyment from watching as he did.

“We’re here again,” she said, whispering the words to him.

“We’re here, and you’ve got nothing to fear.” He press

ed a kiss to her lips.

“They’re not Caleb and Kitty.”

“I know. This is another couple.”

“Do you want to do this? You and me?”

“No. I wouldn’t even know where to start. I just like to watch.”

“Oh. A little voyeur inside you.”

“Always.” He pulled her against him, and they settled back to watch the show.