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  But Izzy moans in her sleep and moves her hips again, and I don’t think I can hold back much longer. I’ve been hard as a rock all night with her in my bed, and feeling her lush pussy rubbing me will have me cumming in my underwear in the blink of an eye. I want her to stop, but at the same time I want her to keep going. The ache deep in my balls is painful, and some kind of release would feel so fucking sweet. But at the same time, I don’t want to take advantage of her while she sleeps, which is insane because I’ve all but kidnapped her and taken her from her man.

  The thought of Pinch getting at this thick body makes me angry, so I push the thought away. She’s mine now, whether she wants it or not.

  Her hips move against my cock again, and it makes me catch my breath. Her lips against my neck have me so close to the edge I can’t hold on much longer. Just as I have this thought, she moves on my cock again, and I give up the fight.

  I cum on myself, pulsing out into my boxer briefs and trying my best not to move a centimeter. Nothing would be more embarrassing than her waking up to me cumming on myself. I bite my lip as the orgasm pushes through me and the warm pleasure of release spreads through my body. It’s so strong and deep, but I keep it quiet and don’t disturb Izzy.

  When it’s finally over, I take a deep breath and go back to rubbing her back. My cock is still hard as a rock, and I still want to fuck her so bad I can nearly taste it. But this is enough for now.

  As I lie there in a pile of pleasure, feeling her curves pressed against every inch of me, I start to drift off to sleep. Just as I’m about to succumb, I hear something that sounds like it’s coming from far away.

  “You’re welcome.”

  7

  Izzy

  “We can’t do this here. What if someone catches us?” I make no move to push him away. In fact, I bring my hands to his bare chest, running my fingers through the hair there. Lucias’s hand comes to my hair, gripping a handful and tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. I grind myself against him. I’m on top of him on one of the exam tables at the clinic, rubbing against him like I can’t get close enough.

  “I’d never let that happen.” He kisses and licks my neck, giving little bites that make every part of me tingle. It feels sweet and rough at the same time, like him. Everything about him always seems to look hard, but whenever he opens his mouth, he’s always sweet. He doesn’t make sense in my head. I can’t figure him out. He looks like he could beat the hell out of a few guys and not even break a sweat, but when his eyes come to mine that’s not what I see. Sometimes they even remind me of a little puppy wanting to play, begging for attention. But Lucias’s playing wouldn’t be innocent.

  The hands in my hair release, and I miss them instantly.

  “Touch me,” I moan, grinding against him harder. The friction hits right against my clit. I wanted his hands on me. I’ve wanted this for so long and pushed it away. I’m going to enjoy this moment.

  “I can’t.” His voice sounds strangled, almost pained, making excitement course though me. I’m making this man so needy for me, but I don’t get why he won’t touch me. He hasn’t even kissed me. It’s just another thing about Lucias that doesn’t add up.

  “I’ve wanted you so long. You won’t even kiss me?” I hate how needy I sound. I like it better when he’s chasing me. It makes me feel special. Wanted.

  He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest, and I swear I feel it all the way down to my core.

  “Fuck, she’s going to kill me. Four years in the desert I made it, but this curvy little thing is going to be my death.” I feel the breath of his words against my neck. I turn my head, wanting his mouth, still rubbing against him.

  His head turns and I get his neck. I wanted his mouth, but I’ll take this. I go at his neck like he did mine. Kissing and sucking.

  “Take what you want. Use me. Get what you need, baby.”

  I rock my hips, rubbing my clit up and down his erection. My nipples are harder than I’ve ever felt before. Every part of me seems to be aching.

  “I ache Lucias. I need—” His hand comes down on my ass, the smack making my body go off. The orgasm rips though me as my whole body jerks with the pleasure.

  “Fucking shit, shit, shit! She likes it rough,” I hear him grumble.

  The sting on my ass morphs into a delicious throbbing, and that’s when my eyes fly open. I was dreaming. Or was I? I’m staring at a man’s neck. A neck that has a hickey clear as day on it.

  Oh. My. God.

  The night before comes flooding back. I was dreaming. Kinda. I’m not in my clinic. I was just lying on top of Lucias, riding myself to orgasm.

  Slowly I pull back, like maybe if I go slowly enough he might disappear and I won’t have to die of embarrassment. But then my eyes meet his. I can’t read his look, so I choose to look away.

  My eyes travel up his face to his hands, which are gripping his own hair in a tight hold that looks almost painful.

  “You smacked me,” I accuse. It’s the first thing I could think of. I need to point away from the fact I did what he’d encouraged: used him for my own pleasure.

  “I tried not to take advantage, but it’s hard when you got your fucking dream girl crawling all over you, asking you to touch her.” He grits the words out like he’s pissed off.

  I sit all the way up, straddling his body. His own body looks tight, like every muscle is straining to remain still.

  My eyes go back to the mark on his neck. Did I do that? No. I wouldn’t. I don’t give hickeys…or ride men to orgasm, for that matter.

  “You have a hickey,” I tell him, trying to sound disgusted, which I am. I didn’t do that. It clearly has to be from someone else.

  One hand releases his own hair and goes to that spot. He smiles.

  “You’re in bed with me and you have another girl’s hickey on your neck.” I scramble off him as I throw the words at him.

  He grunts as he sits up, his feet going over the side of the bed, his hand going to the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated with me.

  “Is that the problem? You think I’m some manwhore or something? I already told you I haven’t had a woman in this room ever, and I haven’t touched one since I laid eyes on you.”

  “Oh. It’s clear you don’t touch them. You just let them…them…” I fling my hand towards him, unable to find the right words, but then I remember what he said to me. Take what you want. Use me. Get what you need, baby.

  Why am I even fighting with him about this? I’m kidnapped. It’s like my brain has turned to orgasm mush, and I’m all jealous over a man I should be smacking, not caring who sleeps in his bed.

  “Use me?” He drops his hand from his face, cocking his head to look at me. His eyes roam over my body, making me feel naked.

  I feel the warmth run to my cheeks. I did use him. Then he smacked my ass. Which I liked entirely too much. Thinking about it makes that delicious burn return.

  “You’re the only person in the whole fucking world I’d let use me.” With that, he stands. He’s only wearing boxer briefs, and it’s then I get a look at all those tattoos I’d always wondered about. They were always poking out from under his clothes, making me often itch to push up his sleeves to see them. Now I can see every inch of them.

  “I’m going to say it again.” He leans down, putting one hand on the bed as he looks me dead in the eyes. “You’re mine.” His eyes travel all over my body again, and I swear I can feel them on my skin like a possessive touch.

  “And this,” his other hand grabs his cock through his boxer briefs “is yours. You can use it anytime you like. Only you.” Then he gives me a half-smile. “Well, I’ll have to use it until I can get those thighs that belong to me to open nice and wide for me.”

  My mouth drops open. I should be doing that smacking thing, but I swear my nipples just got harder. Kidnapped, kidnapped, kidnapped, I repeat to myself.

  “Don’t look so shocked, Izzy. Those thighs were made to open for me. Just like this c
ock can only seem to get hard for you.”

  He licks his lips, his eyes going to the juncture of my thighs and they part a little. I don’t think I could have stopped the action for anything in the world. His hand leaves his cock, coming to rest on the bed. His intentions are clear. He’s coming for me.

  A bang on the door makes me jump. I turn to look.

  “I know where Pinch is,” I hear someone say from the other side of the door.

  That I’m-going-to-eat-you expression drops from Lucias’s face, and his features harden. Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s jealousy. I don’t even want to try to break down why I like that. He still thinks I’m Pinch’s “Bitch,” as Savage had put it.

  He pulls back from the bed.

  “Don’t move.” He turns to go for the door. They’re going after Pinch. I jump from the bed and run for the door. I turn, letting my back hit it, blocking Lucias from opening it.

  “Please, don’t hurt him. Please,” I beg. I can feel my eyes start to water.

  “You love him, don’t you?” His face looks disgusted, like the words actually left a bad taste in his mouth.

  I just nod.

  Lucias’s hand goes flying, hitting the wall and going right through the drywall, making me jump and scream.

  “What the fuck was that?” the man on the other side of the door yells, but he doesn’t try to come in.

  I push back into the door. The action is useless. There’s nowhere to go, and fear shoots though my body.

  “Damn it,” he barks. “I’m sorry. Don’t be scared of me.” His hands come to my face, cupping it, making me look up at him. “I don’t like you being scared of me. I’d never hurt you, but I can’t give you back to him. I won’t. He’s already a dead man walking, Izzy.”

  The tears start to flow now. He brings his forehead down to mine.

  “You have to save him. I’ll do anything.” I whisper. “Anything,” I try again.

  “You’re offering yourself to me if I let Pinch walk? Give him no blowback from my club?”

  I lick my lips and nod.

  “I don’t care what it makes me look like, but I’ll take it. No blowback from my club. You’re mine. Not that you weren’t already.” I read between the lines. Someone else is after my brother. Probably anyone club.

  “Someone else wants to hurt him?”

  “I think they might want to do more than hurt him. It’s more a matter of whoever gets to him first gets the pleasure. I wanted the pleasure because I wanted some information, too.”

  “Bring him here, get your information, and keep him safe,” I suggest. I’m trying to get Dustin somewhere safe. He’s a dipshit, but he’s my dipshit. I have to try to save him. I’ll give that to my grandma.

  “I won’t let you near him. I told you, you’re mine.” He pushes the “mine” thing again, like if he says it enough it might be true, and I’m guessing it kind of is. “I can’t even believe you’d let the fuck ever even touch you.”

  I bring my hands to his chest, trying to calm him a little. I need him on my side. If I’ve learned anything in the last twelve hours, it’s that Lucias’s feelings run a whole lot deeper for me than I thought. He just got upset when he thought I was scared of him. He seems to dislike my tears. As if hearing my thoughts, he leans in, kissing one droplet rolling down my cheek. The whole hard and sweet thing he does is shining hard.

  “Lucias, Dustin, Pinch, whatever you call him, he’s done more than touch me.” I feel his body go even harder under my hands, a growl ripping from him. “He shared a freaking womb with me.”

  8

  Lucias

  Her hands drop, and I instantly want them back on me, but I stand there for a second, letting what she said sink in. Did she just say what I think she did?

  “You shared a womb? Like a brother and sister?”

  Izzy slowly nods and looks up at me with big soft eyes. “Twins.”

  She lifts up the corner of her mouth like I must be dumb for not getting that right away. But the thought never crossed my mind. I thought I heard she was his, but I never stopped to think if it was true. At the thought, I feel the tightness around my heart release and I relax. It’s been there, clenching me since the moment I heard she was his. I knew I’d never let anything stand in the way of her being mine, but suddenly there’s not even a glimmer of a barrier in our way, and I’m filled with relief and need.

  Releasing a breath, I lean my body into her a little and rest my forehead against hers. Goddamn. I’ve never wanted someone like this before.

  “Izzy—” I whisper, but my words are cut off by Scribe beating on the door again.

  “Pres. We need to roll.”

  Pulling back from her, I take her chin in my hands and give her a stern look. “We’re not done here.”

  “Lucias, just please don’t hurt him.”

  Fuck me, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give her. All she has to do is ask and it’s hers. Even though he deserves to be under the ground for what he’s done to our club, she means more to me than that. She means more to me than the club.

  That realization hits hard, but I don’t have time to think about it.

  “I’ll meet you downstairs in five,” I say through the door, and I hear Scribe walk away. Looking down at Izzy again, I wish I could pick her up and take her to bed, but there’s no time.

  “Please.” She reaches up, putting both hands on my naked chest.

  I grab her wrists, not pulling them away, but holding them closer to me.

  “You’re mine. When I get back, we’re gonna set some things straight. But I own you.”

  I look into her eyes for confirmation, and I see her nod her head. I pull her hands away from my chest and kiss each of her palms, feeling her pulse at her wrists. I know if I lean in and kiss her lips, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll need more. Just this small taste will have to do until I can get back to her.

  I go over to the dresser and grab some jeans and a black T-shirt. I put them on quickly as I watch Izzy go back to the bed and sit down on it. I want to get back in there with her so bad, I have to look away. Seeing her there, exactly where I want her, is driving me insane with need.

  When I’ve got my boots on, I go to the door but don’t turn around to look at her. If I do, I’ll be done. I’m holding onto the last bit of strength I have left to keep from going to her.

  “Don’t leave this room. I’ll be back soon.” With that I walk out the door and shut it, locking it behind me.

  Before I walk downstairs, I press my hand to the door, wishing I could feel her one last time. I’ve never been gone for anyone like this before. It’s as if she woke me up, and now I don’t ever want to sleep again.

  Making my way downstairs, I see Scribe leaning against the pool table with Ham at his feet. Ham sees me coming and waddles over so I can scratch behind his ear. Once I’ve done it, he goes into my office and climbs on the couch, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs wide. He’s going to sleep like that for the next twenty-two hours, I just know it.

  I look to Scribe and wait as he gives me the information on Pinch.

  “We found out he’s staying in a cabin out by the caves on the east side of town.” He hands me a paper with pics of Pinch and where he’s at. “I tracked him down thanks to one of his dealers. Guess he’s holing up in that cabin, using until he can’t anymore. Didn’t take a lot to get the dealer to talk. Said Pinch owed him, too. Sounds to me he’s got blowback coming from a lot of places. It’s just a matter of time before he ends up six feet under.”

  “Okay,” is all I say as I put the paper in my pocket.

  “We ready?” Scribe asks, and I shake my head.

  “You’re staying here with Izzy. I need to make sure she’s protected while I’m gone. I’m gonna take Savage.”

  “Ready when you are.”

  Savage’s words come from behind me, and I almost want to laugh. How that giant motherfucker sneaks up on anyone, I’ll never know.

  “You go
od with staying, Scribe?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re all on the same page.

  “Yeah, no worries. I’ve got some raiding to catch up on.” He pulls out his phone and starts to tap on it intently as he heads towards my office.

  “Do you know what that means?” I ask Savage. I never get what Scribe is talking about.

  “No. I’ve got my Shortcake. I don’t have time for anything else.”

  “I need things to go different tonight than how we talked about,” I say, putting on my gun and cut.

  Savage looks at me as if to ask if it has anything to do with Izzy. I just silently nod my head, and he nods back in understanding. Our silent conversations always say what we can’t out loud.

  “I got your back,” Savage says as he straps up and walks out.

  As he heads out the back and I follow behind him, I’m thinking of Izzy. I’m not even out of the building and I’m ready to be back here and with her. I need this part to be over. I’m ready to make her mine in every way.

  9

  Izzy

  I stand there staring at the locked door, praying Lucias is good for his word. That he’ll find my brother and keep him safe. I glance over at the laptop and debate trying to use it again as I now know the password, but I come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be helpful. Lucias is my only hope at this point, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt me, even after I shot one of his own people. More like he wanted to bang my brains out.

  My face warms at the reminder of what I did to him this morning. The mark I’d left on his neck almost like a brand. I reach out to the door handle and try to turn it but the deadbolt is secured. He needed a key to lock and unlock it. I don’t have plans to leave, but I do want out of this room. I wonder if Casper is here, or if she’s left for home. It looked like this place had multiple bedrooms when Lucias carried me up to his room last night. I’d like to check on her. The guilt from shooting her is sitting in the pit of my stomach.