Текст книги "Heaven Sent"

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Shit, I’m freezing her to death. I bend down and pick her up into my arms. Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down gently and slide the covers over her hips. She shivers and shakes the entire time it takes me to move to the other side of the bed. Removing the damp towel, I slide in next to her and pull her shivering body against mine. Her ass nestles against my aching groin and my arms encompass her slim waist. She’s finally not off-limits to me, and I don’t even know how to approach the topic with her. When did I become such a pussy?

We lay melded together for hours, just comforting each other with our presence and warmth, her heartbeat beating in rhythm with my own. She stays quiet, likely knowing I’m not ready to talk about what happened. The quiet was fine for a while, but I need to hear her voice. I need her to understand everything.

“Dani?” I whisper.

“Mmhmm,” she hums.

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough to believe your story,” I embarrassingly admit.

She stretches and rolls to face me. Her eyes enchant me, and I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling her closer to me, I press my lips against hers. The softness of her lips feels as if I am kissing pure silk. She fully awakens under my touch and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me in return. Our lips meld together and I slip my tongue into her mouth, caressing hers. She moans and wraps her legs around mine. Rolling her on her back, I lean over her and kiss her again. Her lips are intoxicating.

I trail kisses down her neck while my hands roam underneath her shirt. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands. This woman seems to be made for me physically. Everything that I love about a woman has been tightly bundled in a Dani-sized package. She’s perfect and wanting her this badly, knowing everything about our history, makes me feel guilty inside for pushing her away. The sudden realization that I need Dani like I need oxygen in my lungs scares me. I’m not built to love or to want. My purpose in life is to kill when commanded and fuck when I needed release.

Pulling up her shirt, I place tender kisses down the contours of her exposed belly. She moans and watches me as I trail down below her navel. My hands trace the path of my kisses as my finger brushes against her apex. Slowly moving her shorts to the side, I lightly stroke against her pussy. My touch sends shivers up her body as I push my finger into her wetness. Her breath hitches as I stroke a circle around her clit, soft moans fall from her lips as her eyes lock onto mine. She watches me intently as I circle her clit again and moans louder with each rotation I make around her throbbing nub. Watching her enjoying my touch stiffens my cock even harder. I want to bury myself into this woman so badly, but I don’t want to rush with her.

“Does your pussy like that, Dani?” I ask her as I press harder on her clit. “Does she like the feeling of my hands on her?”

“Yes,” Dani breathlessly responds.

“Does my girl have a greedy pussy? Do you need a release so badly that you’ll beg me for it?”

“Please, Hero,” she cries as I rub tight circles over her clit.

“Your wish is my command, darlin’.”

Lowering myself farther onto the bed, I pull her soaked shorts away from her body and toss them on the floor. Jesus, her pussy is glistening it’s so wet. My dick throbs harder knowing I’ve done this to her.

Pushing her legs apart, I hover my face over her pussy before pressing my tongue against her, letting my hot breath fall against her folds. My hands grip her waist and pull her soaking wet pussy hard against my face. Dani quakes at the new sensation and moans with each lick as goosebumps playfully pop up on her skin.

“You taste like heaven, Dani. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet before in my entire life.”

My tongue continues to dance around her clit as she grinds her hips into my face, pressing as hard as she can against me. She rubs herself against my tongue, increasing the friction, as I roughly grip her gyrating hips, applying pressure to lock her in place.

“Fuck,” she screams as I put my teeth on her clit. I pull her legs over my shoulders to lock her into place.

“This pussy is mine, angel. Only mine, do you understand me?” I order as I circle her clit once more. “The only man in this clubhouse that ever sees this pussy is me.”

“Yes, Hero. Only yours. Please, I’m so close,” she pleads. Quickening the pace of my tongue, I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, right there! Just like that,” she directs me as if I’ve never gone down on a girl before. Her pussy begins to contract in anticipation of the impending orgasm just seconds before she screams out. Her clit vibrates around my face as I tease her entrance with a finger, plunging just one finger into her pussy to finger fuck her against her waning orgasm. She gyrates against me as her orgasm begins to slow.

“Jesus, Dani. I’ve never seen someone cum that hard before. Kinda makes me proud. Do I get a medal?”

“Shut the fuck up, Hero,” she teases as an infectious smile plasters on her face. “Just let me enjoy the afterglow before you say something fucking stupid.”

Letting her rest for a few minutes, I trace the curves of her body. She’s driving me insane with her satiated smile. I rocked her fucking world, and I’ve wasted enough time contemplating what her pussy feels like. I need to bury myself inside her before the darkness takes over again.

“I need you, Dani, like I’ve never needed a woman before,” I declare with longing. Admitting it out loud so soon surprises both her and me. She is the only one who kept the ghosts at bay after what I saw today. Pleasing her helped me momentarily chase them away, but even I know it’s a temporary fix. I need to feel something other than pain and hatred. Dani is the only one who can save me from myself.

A flash of seriousness crosses her face, and it’s in that moment I realize I’ve lost her. “I can’t do this, Hero. I just can’t. It’s not you doing this to my body. Your eyes are empty and lost. I can’t be the woman that you drown your sorrows in and forget about the next morning,” she says, looking away from me. Dani suddenly sits up and tries to scoot away from me. “How do I even know if you’re clean?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? I’m good enough to lick your pussy clean, but I’m not good enough to fuck you because I’m unclean. What the hell, Dani?” I argue. I know she has every reason to question me on my actions, especially after everything she witnessed here, but I’m still not thinking clearly. The look on her face tells me I pushed her too far. I’ve fucking hurt her again, and she’s shutting back down. She slides from the bed and pulls her shorts back on. Walking to the door, she stares at me just before walking out.

“What happens when I give it up to you? Will I go back to being nothing in the morning? I’m not ready to deal with that kind of shit yet, Hero. I need to know that I’m not just another notch on your bedpost before I just open my heart and body to you like this again. “

Dani slams the door as she exits and leaves me on the bed wondering what the fuck I did wrong now.

I don’t know what came over me to bolt like that. I was just about to surrender everything to him when my brain finally kicked back in after a mind blowing orgasm. Jesus, I didn’t know I could feel that way with anyone but my battery operated boyfriend. Hero skyrocketed to the best sexual experience of my life with just using his tongue and a finger. The thought of the addition of his dick into the mix makes me quiver all over again. Stop thinking about it, Dani. He’s not ready for what you have to give yet.

Until he can prove to me he wants more than a one-night stand, he’s never getting close to my pussy again. Watching him break down in the shower must have affected my brain to give in as far as I did. I meant what I said about being tested. Taking one good look at the girls in this club and knowing his sexual drive, it’s a wonder his dick hasn’t rotted off already. The newest development in our tumultuous relationship doesn’t bode well for living in the same room with him. I just need to avoid him as much as I can and stick to being around him in large groups.

Walking down the hall to my old room, I notice it remains unoccupied. The door still needs to be replaced, but I’m so damn tired that I just don’t care if anyone walks in on me. Settling into my old bed, I drift off to sleep quickly. My screaming orgasm exhausted me, and if I am going to continue to battle head to head with Hero, I am going to need my beauty rest.

The feeling that I’m being watched awakens me a few hours later. Seeing two bright blue eyes staring at me startles me and I fall out of the bed.

“Shit, Bubbles. You need to wear a bell or something. Next time, don’t fucking sneak up on me, okay?” I tell her, panting with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “A girl can only take so much after first waking up.”

Bubbles giggles uncontrollably as I try to pick myself up off the floor. “Did you need something or were you just in the vicinity and wanted to make me pee my pants?” Bubbles continues to laugh until she’s nearly in tears. “Stop laughing at me!” I yell.

“Sorry,” she says between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to react like that. I thought you were just pretending to be asleep. Why the hell are you in your old room? Trouble in paradise with Hero already?”

Narrowing my eyes, I think about what happened earlier. Knock that shit off, Dani. Do not think about Hero’s face buried between your legs. That’s a no-go. Yes, he knows how to use his tongue like the devil sweet talking a saint, but he’s not the guy for you.

“I don’t want to talk about Hero. I would like to know what warranted my odd wake-up call. Did you need help with something? Another bar fight you’d like me to start?”

Bubbles’ smile fades at the mention of the bar fight with Trax. I still partially blame her for lying to me and getting me into that mess. She knew better than to bring a woman without a patch into a club party. Deep down, I think that maybe she did it on purpose to win favor with Hero. Nothing screams pick me over her than watching me heel stomp a man’s balls. Just thinking about watching Trax scream in pain brings a sick smile to my face. Jesus, what has this club done to me? I used to be a good girl.

“I am sorry about that, Dani. I didn’t know what to do, and I needed help. I guess I didn’t think about you not being well-known with the other clubs. It’s entirely my fault for that. Will you forgive me?” she pleas.

“Yeah, it’s water under the bridge at this point. Hopefully Trax’s balls will heal okay. I’d hate to have left a lasting heel impression in his crown jewels.” Bubbles looks almost relieved that I easily forgive her but quite frankly, she’s one of the few friends that I have here. If it weren’t for her or Ruby, I’d have no one to talk to besides Hero, and that’s out of the fucking question right now. I know neither one of them is happy about the room arrangement with Hero, but it wasn’t my choice. If Hero were the only person I had left to interact with, his smooth voice and mouthwatering body would just charm me out of my panties, and I’d be back to square one again. At least I’ll always have Slider. The bastard still thinks he can charm his way into my pants with the smolder. He’s watched Tangled way too many times to think that would work on me.

“I was wondering…” she asks nervously.

“Out with it, Bubbles. I’d like to go back to sleep before dawn.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to join the old ladies and us in a girls’ night out party. Now that the war is over, we want to go out and celebrate their win and the lifting of lockdown.”

She can’t be serious. A night out at a bar, dressed up as a hooker, with sloppy drunk old ladies and literal hookers? There’s no way in hell that even remotely sounds like a good idea. Knowing how they acted at Red’s the night I met Hero, I can only imagine what they would do without male supervision.

“Nah. I think I’m going to pass and catch up on my sleep. Thanks for the invite, though.”

“Oh come on, Dani. You need to live a little. Besides, if you stay here, you might want to know that Raze hired some strippers to entertain the guys while we were out. I’m sure you don’t want to see that spectacle.”

Shit, she had me at strippers. I didn’t need to see what those men would do with women that were paid to like them after seeing how they acted with the regular girls. Why do I always get talked into this shit?

“Sure, how long do I have to get ready?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Dani. I brought something with me. Just the thing in case you said yes. Nothing says ‘torture Hero’ like a mini dress and fuck me heels. You’ll have him begging for forgiveness for whatever the asshole did now. Come on, let’s get you dolled up and ready to party!” Bubbles screams for joy and begins the beautification process.

Between her and Ruby, they paint my face, style my hair, and stuff me into a dress two sizes too small and about six inches too short. Add in the six-inch death traps strapped to my feet and I am modeling the look to interview for the newest club mama at Heaven’s Rejects. Ricca would be proud. Damn, I miss her. I hope she’s okay. Walking down the stairs is near impossible to do without holding onto the railing. I think Bubbles and Ruby picked these shoes out specifically to off me. In fact, I’m sure of it. Finally landing on the first floor, I quickly walk to the door so no one sees me in this getup, but I’m caught just inches from the door.

“Whoa there, Dani baby. Looking good, doll face. You sure you want to go out looking like that? You could always stay here with me and have a little fun, “Voodoo cat-calls. “I’d much rather have you on the stage tonight than these washed-out strippers.”

Hero walks into the room just as Voodoo finishes hitting on me. Anger fills his face as he stalks over to me and hauls my ass outside. Pressing me against the closed door, he pins me from escaping.

“What the fuck, Dani? Who dressed you like this?”

“Bubbles and Ruby,” I admit. “I thought you’d like me dressed like one of your whores.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I was trying to pour my heart out to you last night, and you fucking used me and left,” he remarks. Oh my, I pressed his buttons by leaving. There’s a shocker.

“Pour your heart out to me? You cried in the fucking shower and then ate my pussy against my better judgment. Nowhere in any of that sounds like you baring your soul to me. Baring your cock and your oral skills maybe, but not your heart,” I yell at him. My fists ball at my sides as I fight the urge to throat punch him. He doesn’t have the right to treat me like an unruly child after tasting my pussy. He doesn’t fucking own me.

“Jesus, Dani. What do you want me to say? I suck at apologies. The best I can do is go un-fuck yourself or whatever. What the hell can I do to make you believe me? I’m fucking sorry, woman.”

“How about an STD test and maybe a full psychological evaluation? I’d love to see what’s growing on your dick. You might just be a medical marvel. Can I go now? I’ve had just about my fill of fun with you within the last twenty-four hours.”

Shoving him off of me, I stalk to the waiting car. The ladies cheer and clap as I slam the door. Hero doesn’t protest my leaving and just watches as we pull away from the club. That fight went down far too easily. He’s up to something.

Pulling up to the club, I realize how much of a monumentally bad idea this is. If it wasn’t for the nearly naked women standing in line for the club tipping me off, the thunder from down under poster certainly screams bad fucking idea. We file out of the car and the bouncers wave us in without checking our IDs, which is a good thing because I don’t have one. I really need to figure out a way to get a fake one before something like this happens again. I’m sure someone at the club could help me if I come up with a good enough lie to cover my ass. A hostess escorts us back to a private booth near the stage.

“Let’s do shots!” screams Daisy. One round of shots turns into three and before I know it, I’m walking the fine line of sobriety. My vision wavers with each shot I sling back. I need to drown Hero out tonight and let loose. Without him here, I don’t have to be on guard. Thankfully, the male revue ended just before we arrived so at least I won’t be subjected to that. I don’t know how I feel about being fake-fucked by a stranger in front of a crowd. Sure, they’re nice to look at, but I doubt what they have downstairs is as big as they make it seem. They might as well have the stickers they have on side-view mirrors: peckers may appear larger than they are.

The next thing I know, the girls drag me out onto the dance floor. We shake our asses for hours as our drinks continue to be filled mysteriously. A well-dressed man pulls me against him as we sway to the beat of the music. He grabs my hips and holds me tightly against him. I can feel his erection growing against my ass as we dance together. His hands roam from my hips and cup my breasts as he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. He’s not bad looking, but he’s certainly no Hero. Jesus, I can’t even enjoy a night out without him penetrating my mind. What do I need to do to drown out his presence?

My dance partner whispers in my ear that he’d like to take me home tonight. Hell, maybe that’s what I need. Have a one-night stand and move on with my life. It sure as hell would make it easier to leave the clubhouse without having any ties there. I know my false sense of security will be ripped from me sooner rather than later so maybe I need to rip the proverbial Band-Aid off. I wonder what Hero would do if I brought this man home and fucked him in his bed. He’d definitely have to get new sheets. The amount of blood from the murders wouldn’t wash out easily. Hell, he’d probably have to torch his room to get rid of the evidence.

I politely decline the offer from my dance partner and slide away from him. I have enough problems in my life, adding another stranger to the mix isn’t exactly ideal. Moving back toward the booth, I walk into someone by accident.

“Sorry, my bad,” I exclaim, trying to move around them. With each step I take, my path is blocked. “Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”

“Enjoying yourself, angel? You and I need to talk,” a husky voice replies. Oh shit, it’s Hero and he just saw everything that man did with me on the dance floor. I knew I should have never come here.

Watching Dani leave with the girls nearly killed me. My ravenous angel was so pissed at me for god knows what, and I was stunned into submission. Her continuous accusation that I have dick rot teeters on the line of total bullshit and anger. Little does she know, my shit gets tested every month. I know that seems extreme, but sometimes you just never know what these women have hidden between their legs. Does it stop me from fucking them? Hell no. I always wrap my shit up every time one of the club girls comes knocking on my door. The thought of my brothers’ dick juices on mine is enough to make me hurl. I love them, but I don’t need to fucking wear them later.

Walking back into the clubhouse, I fall into the seat next to Raze just as the two strippers arrive. They wave their fake tits in my face, but I’m not interested at all in the goods they are peddling. It’s hard to be turned on by a woman who is being paid to sell her body when I had the real fucking deal standing angrily in front of me not all that long ago. Dani’s the only thing that will do for me tonight. Shoving one of the girls off my lap, I stalk away from the group and reach over the bar, pulling a beer onto the counter... Raze is the only one that notices I’ve left since Blondie-fake-tits has moved onto someone more interested and willing to pay for her services. Strippers and actual hookers make you think you want them to lighten your wallets, but even I’m not stupid enough to think that they are horny for my cock. Well, they might be, but that’s one bridge I ain’t crossing. If Dani thinks I’m unclean for getting blown and fucked by the club girls, I can only imagine what her thoughts about the women would be.

Jesus, just thinking about the argument outside has me hot and bothered. When the evil little minion inside of her takes over, she’s hot as fuck with that smart mouth. I don’t exactly like my women submissive, but watching her verbally tear me limb from limb in anger is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a little hellcat and damn, I love that about her. She’s got this attitude of “don’t fuck with me” yet she can be sweet as sugar during her softer moments... Hell, tonight was proof enough of that. Watching her fight is the only other thing that might top her mouth. I seriously wonder if she’s ever considered getting in the ring. I’d love to watch her tear some bitch’s head off and then fuck her right there in the middle of the ring before her adrenaline rush slows down. Then again, if some bitch hurt her, I’d be in jail for killing her for touching my girl.

Fuck, I keep calling Dani my girl. She’s fucking far from that right now. Instead of staying here with me after I tried to fucking apologize to her, she runs off with the old ladies and club girls and even I know that’s a dangerous combination. The more I think about it, the more I hate the idea that she’s with them right now. She should be here with me letting me make up for my asshole behavior. A dangerous thought crosses my mind about checking in on Dani’s girls’ night adventure. Hell, maybe I will get lucky and drunk Dani will actually want to have a conversation with me instead of trying to verbally hack off my balls. She’ll be mad at me for showing up, but pissed off Dani turns me on. Either way, I have a feeling I’ll end up getting what I want if I do crash her party. Besides, who’s going to stop me from going?

Raze must have the same idea because as soon as I’m out the door and starting my Harley, he’s suited up next to me on his.

“You thinking this girl’s night out bullshit was a bad idea?” he asks.

“I know it’s a bad idea. Maj and the girls out at a club with no supervision. Of course, nothing could go wrong there,” I sarcastically answer. “Do you know where they were headed?”

“Ruby said something about Tallywackers or some shit like that. The only place I could think was that new male strip club off of Freeway 10.”

They took Dani to a fucking strip club. Just what I fucking need, a bunch of overcompensating, ripped fuckers trying to rub their shit all over her while she is drunk. Hell, they’ve probably singled her out already for a private show, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. Her pussy is mine and that’s how it’s going to stay.

Firing up my bike, I haul ass out of the parking lot without even waiting for Raze. This shit ends now. Dani is either coming home with me tonight or not at all. I can’t stand having her within arm’s reach and not being able to feel her body writhing and moaning underneath me. That little stunt she pulled last night with her thanks-for-the–orgasm-but-I’d-rather-not-fuck-you bullshit still has my blood pumping... Who fucking does that? Oh wait; I’ve done that before with the girls, but fuck, it feels completely different experiencing it from the other side. I could definitely see her point about my previous lifestyle choices, but I am trying so fucking hard with her to make her see I’m not always that guy. It may not seem like it, but I’m willing to stow that side of me for her. Why can’t she see that I’m trying to be genuine with her?

Pulling up to the club, I know I am about to walk into a shit storm. The line of ladies just waiting to go in this close to closing time tells me that this isn’t going to end well. No woman waits in line all night if the show is bad. Fuck! What if I find Dani in there with a fucking male stripper giving her a lap dance? Holding back my control is one thing, but to not kill someone for touching what I want as my own will be fucking impossible. I’d likely kill him before even saying a word to the guy.

Luckily for Raze and I, who has finally arrived, a friend of the club is working the door. Bubba Ray lets us in without a second thought.

“Evening, gentleman. You might find what you’re looking for in the private booth on the left hand side of the stage. Should I call the ambulance now or after you’ve left?” he declares as we walk through the red velvet rope.

“How bad is it, Bubba?” Raze asks.

“Bad enough that you might want to take those cuts off before I have to call the police. Maj disappeared about an hour ago and hasn’t been seen since. I’m assuming she’s in the back.”

Raze stares at Bubba Ray for a solid thirty seconds before bolting into the club. If Maj is in the champagne room with a male stripper, Raze is going to lose his shit. I actually feel sorry for the stripper if Raze does find him grinding on his wife because he’ll be leaving this club on a fucking stretcher and singing soprano. Would Maj even pull shit like that? It gives me enough reason to think that maybe she and Raze aren’t exactly living in marital bliss anymore. Maybe I should have Ruby find us another couple of girls because if Raze returns to the market, he’ll have wild oats that need to be sewn again.

The thought crosses my mind that maybe I should call a couple of the guys away from their entertainment to come help me restrain him. He’ll go full on beast mode, and I doubt I’ll be able to hold his shit together on my own. Thanking Bubba for the information, I step into the club. Thank fuck there are no dancers on the stage because I didn’t exactly want to see a male prima donna with a tube sock stuffed in his shorts gyrating to some shitty pop song. Making my way over to the booth, I find it nearly empty. Only a couple of the old ladies are still sitting there sipping glasses of wine while watching the crowd.

“I’m impressed, Hero. It only took you two hours to crash the party. That must be a new record,” chirps Dixie, Hot Shot’s old lady. “If you’re looking for your girl, you might want to check the dance floor.”

Turning around to the floor, the crowd parts and Dani comes into view. Her curves sway beautifully to the beat of the song and sends out its siren call to me just like it did the night I saw her at Red’s. I start to walk out to her, deciding that pulling her against me and letting her grind out her frustration on me seems like the best case scenario for the both of us, but when I come within ten feet of her, a man grabs her and pulls her against him. Watching his hands roam over her body sends shock waves of anger throughout my body. How fucking dare he touch her like that! Seeing him pawing her body sends a primal growl flying from my mouth. Things are about to go south quickly if he doesn’t step the fuck away from her.

His hands grab onto her tits as he leans down into her neck. If this motherfucker thinks for one second that she’s about to warm his bed tonight, he’s in for a rude awakening. The only thing he’s going to have in his bed is an ice pack on his missing dick. I’ve tolerated it enough watching him touch her like a fucking lover, I won’t let it escalate further than it has. She comes home with me tonight or finds a new place to live. I can’t fucking deal with her brand of torture anymore.

Thankfully, Dani quickly pulls away from him and leaves the dance floor. Now is my chance to corner her and get her to fucking talk to me like an adult. I just have to hope that she’s not too drunk to reason with. One way or another, she will talk to me tonight. I want her to understand just how serious I am about trying to find a way to make us work with her purposefully dodging me again. She lives in my fucking room, for Christ’s sake. How she gets away from me still blows my mind every time I walk into my room and find it empty.

Shoving my way into the crowd, I lie in wait in her exit path. Come on, angel face, walk right into my trap. Her body slams into mine as apologies fly from her lips. She hasn’t figured out that it’s me she’s plowed into. Maybe she is too drunk to function. Shit, this isn’t going to work if she’s going to pass out as soon as I get her out of here. Moving to block her exit, my little spitfire comes to life.

“Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”

“Enjoying yourself, angel?” Shock registers in her eyes. The big bad wolf has come to get you, darlin’. “We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you, asshole,” she says while trying to push past me.

“Oh no, darlin’. Getting away from me that easily isn’t going to happen again. Either you come talk to me like a good girl, or I’ll throw you on the streets again. Your choice, angel.”

Her anger intensifies knowing the consequences of blowing me off. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her too far, but it’s the only way to make her see reason. Once we’ve hit the pissed off stage, I’m not sure how far I can push her to get what I want out of tonight’s opportunity.

“What the fuck do you even want to talk about? Is this your sick and twisted way about wanting feedback about your oral skills? I can answer that right here. It was a solid C plus. Can I go now?”

“Oh, angel face,” I say with a chuckle. “A C-plus? Now who’s lying their ass off? Your body came so hard that you nearly snapped my tongue off when you wrapped those pretty little legs around my head and rode your orgasm out. Don’t lie to yourself that you didn’t enjoy it because you have this I-won’t-sleep-with-a-biker mantra.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Hero. I may have had a few drinks, but I’m nowhere near drunk enough that I would want anything to do with you or your rotted-off dick.”

Grabbing her tightly, I pull her against me. There’s no way that she is getting away from me this time without hearing what I fucking have to say.

“You need to knock off the bullshit about my dick. I’m clean, Dani, and I’ll show you the fucking doctor’s report if you want proof. I get checked every single fucking month, so stop trying to convince yourself that I’m diseased to stop you from taking what you want.”