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  “You had better deliver,” she said, pulling away.

  The dimness of the office barely allowed me to see two large windows with heavy wooden blinds—closed to outside foot traffic—and a very large desk, half-covered with papers and boxes.

  Helina hopped onto the edge and leaned back.

  I didn’t need a verbal invitation, but dropped to my knees and lifted hers, placing her high heels on the edge of the desk. Her scent swarmed over me, and I leaned in for a deep breath.

  “So fucking sweet.”

  The first slow lick from her ass to her clit had her cursing. The second, she grabbed at my hair, nails digging into my scalp. “Holy shit.” She gasped as I latched my teeth onto her clit and nibbled. “Oh…”

  Smiling, I slid lower again, licking every crease, every indent of her body, lapping up the arousal slipping from her swollen pussy lips. Puffy and quivering, she was slickened enough two of my fingers slid into her tight sheath with ease. I curled my fingers and gently rubbed, finding the roughened spot that lifted her back off the desk.

  “God, yes, right there.” She moaned and lifted her hips higher.

  “You like my fingers in you, darlin’?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  I pumped in and out a few times, soaking up the whimpers panting past her lips. She complained when I replaced my fingers with my mouth, but uttered another lust-laced curse as I shoved my tongue inside of her body.

  “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!”

  Lazily, I meandered up through her folds again until my lips brushed over her clit.

  “Fuck me with your fingers,” she said, holding my head tight to her.

  Only too happy to oblige, I did as told, pressing in deep and rubbing that elusive spot.

  “God.” A few curses spilled from her lips as I thrust and rubbed, my teeth nibbling away at the swollen nub, my nose buried in the trimmed hair atop her pubis. Tangy, soft, and sweet, her pussy was better than any candy or liquor.

  “I’m going to come.” She moaned the words, her hips rocking up with every thrust of my fingers, her thighs tightening against my ears. Holding me still as if she could stop me from denying her again.

  As fucking if.

  Helina gasped once … twice, and her back arched off the desk. With a whining cry, she came, her pussy grasping at my fingers in pulsing waves, cum drenching my knuckles. “Don’t. Stop.” She swallowed between the words, a half-gasped, half-moaned intake of air on its heels as I pulled her clit taunt with my teeth. A flick of my tongue over the hardened flesh sent another spasm through her body. “Fuck!”

  Cum gushed from her pussy, sliding down my fingers to coat my knuckles and drip to the floor.

  I slid my tongue up atop her clit a few more times, coaxing every last whimper from her lips. Her body released my fingers with a wet, sucking sound, and I licked both clean, inhaling until my lungs hurt. A kiss on the inside of each thigh, and I stood, my straining dick pressed between her lax thighs.

  Helina sighed, and I cursed the darkness of the office. I wanted to see her face, her eyes. See the satisfaction, the bliss of a sated woman.

  I placed my hands on her knees and slid them along the insides of her thighs, pressing between her skin and my jeans to rub my thumbs along my hard length. “You taste even better than I remembered.”

  “And that was better than I expected.”

  Grinning, I moved back, but she grasped my wrist before I could step away.

  “You’re not done yet.”

  My brow shot up at her tone, but fuck if her bossiness didn’t twitch my already pain-hardened cock. “That a fact?”

  “Mmm.” She sat and grabbed hold of me through my jeans, her grip bringing more pre-cum to my dick’s throbbing head. “There’s no way in hell you didn’t stash a few condoms in your jeans somewhere.”

  “I might have one or two.”

  Helina released me and sat back, propped up on her elbows. “Get one out. I want your cock in me.”

  I bit back my brain’s “yes, ma’am” and offered a cocky grin even though she wouldn’t be able to see me clearly. “Ask nicely,” I said instead, fighting at the discomfort of the alpha male skin I’d been trying to live in for over five years.

  I couldn’t see her glare, but sure as fuck could feel it singeing my face. “Sheathe that hard cock and fuck me.”

  Goddamn… The words on her lips. The command in her voice. I bit my lip to keep that “yes, ma’am” inside and pulled a foil packet from my back pocket. My fingers shook while undoing my jeans and fumbling to put the damn condom on.

  Thank fuck for the dark.

  When was the last time I acted like an innocent teen, so damn excited to finally fuck that I had trouble rolling on a rubber?

  A pre-ejaculate mess, hard and throbbing with the need to ram into a woman so damn fully I would see stars…

  She grabbed my shirt and pulled me close. “Now, Capone.”

  I had no fucking words for the torture of her soaked, tight pussy pulling me in. Wanting to savor every second, I eased into her, inch by inch until bottoming out, my drawn-up balls resting against her ass as her thighs wrapped around my waist and tightened.

  Slow and steady, I told myself—reminded myself—while pulling back out to the tip. Drive her insane until she’s writhing on that big-ass desk. Begging.

  “Fuck me like you mean it,” she demanded, her nails digging into my forearms as I leaned over her body. Using her heels, she yanked me close, burying me balls deep again. “Hard. Fast.”

  I wrapped my hands in the hair spread over her desk to hold her in place, gave into her bossiness, and let go of my restraint. She wanted me to lose my fucking mind and rut into her like an animal, she could have it. Her back arched as I pounded into her over and over again, my fists tight in her hair, hips bruising against the inside of her thighs.

  “Yes … fuck, yes!” She cursed, moaned, and groaned, every noise on her lips like a fucking drug. I couldn’t get enough. My balls tightened. Sweat beaded on my brow.

  “Come for me, ‘Lina,” I managed past the burning lust licking my entire body with flames.

  “Harder.” She gasped the word.

  Fucking her harder meant she would have bruises, but I aimed to please. A low growl escaped from my chest, my hips pistoning, thrusting my cock into her body over and over, jostling the desk beneath her.

  “O-oh…”

  That little intake of air … the second … and she came, arching up and shrieking.

  “Goddamn!” A deep groan emptied my lungs as I buried deep and erupted. “Fuck…” A few more thrusts emptied me into the condom, and I sucked wind, trying to calm my racing heart as she went lax beneath me.

  Fucking Helina was like running a fucking 5k. I needed to kneel over and catch my breath, walk the shakiness out of my limbs.

  I stayed buried inside of her instead, released my hold on her hair, and rested my forehead on hers. Wholly sated, I thought, in a way I’d never been before. An image of my alpha skin cracking and peeling flitted through my mind, like I was on the brink of recognizing some cosmic moment in my life—

  “You okay?” she whispered a few second later when I still hadn’t moved.

  I groaned, but couldn’t move. “Damn near killed me, woman.”

  “Would it make it worth it if I admitted to being completely satisfied?”

  “Fuck, yes,” I said with a chuckle, lifting my head and cradling hers in my hands. That close, I could make out her eyes in the darkness. A million words flitted through my brain, mixing with the thoughts of a dreamy-eyed teenage girl rather than that alpha male I wanted to be.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous. Fierce. So damn sexy, and the way you speak to me—” I bit my tongue. Letting onto the emotions racing through my fucked-up head probably wasn’t the best idea. Too soon. Too much.

  She pressed her lips against mine, softly, completely the opposite of how we’d fucked on the desk. Once more allowing myself to be led, I responded to her initi
ations of a slow, sensual dance of tongues and lips. Her pussy tasted delicious, but her mouth? Divine.

  Helina Bodnar fucking wrecked me, and being the pansy I was, I ignored the alarm bells ringing in my head. The sudden realization that my thickening cock wasn’t as restricted as it should have been brought reality back with vivid clarity, and I backed the fuck out quicker than a rattler strike.

  Helina

  Capone pulled back abruptly from the most lush, mind-blowing kiss I’d ever experienced. I blinked in the darkness, trying to gather my bearings as he pulled out and stepped back.

  Cum gushed from my body.

  “Fuck!” His low curse hit my ears like a train at the same time I sat up, mind focused like a laser.

  “The condom fucking broke!” I whispered harshly, scrambling off the desk. Cum leaked down my legs as I scrambled across the room to flick on the lights.

  “Fuck!” Capone had had a forearm thrown over his eyes, his cock in his other hand.

  I blinked, cursing the slowness of my eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

  Sure enough, the tip of the condom had ripped.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck… The word continued to ring in my head as I stared at the semi gripped in his palm—with cum remnants all over the uncovered head. I was on the pill, but so had my mom been when she’d gotten knocked up, too.

  “Goddamn it all to fucking hell and back again!” I stalked across my office into the private half-bath and slammed the door behind me. “Fucking hell,” I muttered while gathering my skirt up around my waist to sit on the toilet.

  When was the last time he got off? I wondered, trying not to focus too much on the amount of cum dripping from my body. A hot biker … women had to be lined up for a taste of his cock. Fuck. Eyes clenched shut, I cleaned up and blew a huge breath between my lips while gripping the sink.

  I would get through this, just like everything else in life. A blip, nothing more.

  “Hey.” Capone gently rapped on the door.

  “Be right out,” I snapped, all trace of euphoria gone from my body and mind. Goddamnit. One last deep breath, and I pulled open the door to find Capone all up in my face. Concern furrowed his brow, his blue-eyed gaze flitting over my face, searching for who the hell knew what.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’ll get a morning after pill, and we can forget this little accident ever happened.”

  “The fuck you will.” His frown deepened as his shoulders hitched. “If you’re pregnant, that child is half mine, and I have the right to help you decide what to do. If you think I’m going to just stand aside and let you—”

  “That’s exactly what you’re going to do,” I shot back, my raised voice cutting him off. “You may or may have not set something in motion inside of me, but regardless, you have no say in what I do. It’s not your choice. It’s my body—mine.”

  “But I helped to make it. I’m entitled—”

  “Just because you put your penis in me and donated some unwanted sperm doesn’t entitle you to jack shit, Jeremiah Caldwell. You do not own me, my body, my pain, or time because we fucked and the goddamn condom broke!”

  He stared down at me as my nostrils flared. Somehow, my hands had ended on my hips, and holy shit, did I glare right back at him.

  It didn’t take long for him to back down, and thank fuck, because I sure as shit wasn’t going to. The furrow in his brow eased until his shoulders slumped. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured, the hurt in his eyes almost making me feel bad.

  “That is what’s going to be.”

  He hesitated another handful of heartbeats, the quietness of my office broken by a muted horn from a car driving by outside.

  “I think you should go,” I said, my voice deadpan.

  “Can I clean up first?”

  I glanced down to find he still held his softened dick with its ripped condom in his hand. Stepping out of the bathroom door, I waved him in.

  The click of the latch behind me rang in the silence as I grabbed my purse off the floor. A quick text to my doctor—who happened to be a close friend—and I rested easy. She would call in a prescription without questions, and like I’d said, I could forget all about the little accident. Get him out, get him gone, and wash my hands of the whole damn mess.

  Capone exited the bathroom and shoved his hands in his pockets.

  “I’m going to stay and get some work done,” I said without meeting his gaze while straightening my desk.

  He hesitated for a few heartbeats before striding out into the reception area without a word, and the second I heard the front door close, I hurried out of my office to lock myself in.

  Falling into the closest chair, I buried my head in my hands and bit my lip to keep the tears of self-pity at bay. Giving into the one guy I knew I shouldn’t…

  “Stupid. Plain stupid,” I muttered in anger. I’d known better. Hell, I’d told myself he wasn’t the type I needed to get involved with.

  But his tongue. His lips. Fuck, did that boy know how to use both. Warmth sprang to life between my thighs again, and I cursed the fact he’d responded to my every demand, that he found my bossiness sexy.

  A good reminder of what he felt he was entitled to cooled my arousal quicker than a dousing of ice water.

  Fucking alpha asshole.

  Capone

  Jonny fucking laughed when I told him what had happened.

  “Shut up,” I grumbled, slouching in the chair across from his desk in the club’s office. “What if she’s pregnant with my kid right now?”

  “She said it isn’t your problem.”

  I glared at the man who had replaced my big brother even though Jonny had a dozen or so years on the asshole who owned the real title. “It is my problem.” I sat up and leaned my elbows on my knees. “I helped to make the fucking kid, so I’ve got rights!”

  “Her body, her choice. That’s the law.”

  “Fuck.” I slid back into the seat as quickly as I’d sat up. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

  Jonny shrugged. “Far as I know, yeah. But who the fuck knows with how this whole country is fucked up the ass. Everyone having rights, everyone bitching about what’s right or wrong.” He shrugged again. “You could always ask a lawyer.”

  “Helina’s a fucking lawyer.”

  A smirk toyed with his lips. “Then I’d say you’re fucked.”

  “Fuck.” I tipped my head back and stared unseeing at the ceiling. “I want to do the right thing. Support her like a man should after knocking a woman up.”

  “Support her choice if that’s the only option you have.”

  I closed my eyes, the memory of fire in Helina’s eyes as she’d stared me down knifing me in the gut. “She’s hard as nails. Strong as steel. Damn woman doesn’t need anyone’s help.” The words rang true as I said them. Spoiled? I highly doubted it. I’d probably misjudged her, same as she’d done with me.

  Jonny got up and walked around his desk to clasp my shoulder. “Let’s go get a drink or two.”

  Heaving a breath, I followed him into the bar, glad to see Rucker had the bar in hand with the lunch rush over. We sat, the eighties music too damn loud, and downed a couple just like he’d suggested.

  Right. Wrong. Morals … all the shit swirled in my head, around and around again.

  “What are you going to do about the club’s problem?” I asked, desperate to get my head off Helina.

  Jonny’s lifting hand with the shot of whiskey paused half-way to his mouth. “Don’t know.” He tipped his head back, and I followed suit, the burn a welcome distraction.

  “Any news on Digger?” I asked, twirling my empty shot glass between my fingers.

  “Talked to Maci earlier today. He’s up and moving, and she’s having one hell of a time trying to keep him at home.”

  “Fucker’s lucky he didn’t need surgery, but he needs to relax for a change and heal.”

  “You know him.”

  I nodded, pouring us both another round.
We tipped back at the same time.

  Jonny’s cousin, and the Gliders’ adopted mother, pushed through the door. Graying curls a riot atop her head, she flashed us a smile.

  “How are ya, darlin’?” I shouted across the room with a grin.

  Sweetie Jane—no lie on the name—the woman cleaned up after us, made dozens of cookies every week, and patted cheeks where and when allowed. “Are you behaving, Capone?” she asked as she drew near.

  “Never, Sweetie.”

  My grin held as she pecked Jonny’s cheek.

  “Hey, cousin,” Jonny said, still unsmiling. “How are you feeling tonight?”

  She’d had a bad epileptic seizure a few days earlier, leaving us to fend for ourselves. “Better.”

  She and Jonny chatted, and I considered the two joints I kept stashed on my bike. Marijuana wasn’t yet legal in New Hampshire for every Tom, Dick, and Harry to grow, but…

  “Ever consider registering for medical marijuana, Sweetie?” I asked a few seconds later as she turned to go.

  “My doctor was just talking about that when I went in for my checkup.”

  “When the bill to legalize passes in a couple weeks—”

  “Ha!” Jonny snorted. “As if.”

  “—I’m going to get a few dozen legal plants,” I said with a smirk. “Thinking about opening a retail store and selling edibles.”

  “Edibles?”

  I poured myself another shot. “Brownies. Gummies. Infused oils. The possibilities are endless.” I felt Jonny’s stare, but kept mine on Sweetie as she blinked a few times. “’Course, you’ll be able to grow your own at that point.”

  “I’ve never been one for drugs.” She cast a hard glare at Jonny. “But the doctor really thinks it would help.”

  Jonny ignored her, his gaze on his shot glass.

  “Give it some thought,” I said. “I’ll gladly help you out if you decide you want to give it a try.”

  Sweetie Jane patted my cheeks. “You’re a good boy.”

  “Anything for my Sweetie.” I offered my panty-melting smile—even though I didn’t want in hers—and with a soft chuckle, she headed toward the stairs and the third-floor hotel-like rooms where the Gliders took women for a little hanky-panky.