Page 49 of Treachery

Oooo, she was in for it—and she couldn’t wait.

Thankful he’d brought his truck and not his bike, Nadia used the time between Emerald Greens and James’s duplex to reexamine what happened in that opulent banquet room.

“I can hear you thinking hard over there, baby. I know we still have a lot to talk about, but as long as you forgive me, we can work on everything else, yeah?”

She turned from the window to look at him. He was so freaking handsome with this dark scruff, intense eyes, hard, taut body, and thick blonde hair. And he was all hers.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I forgive you, James?—”

“Thank fuck, baby,” he interjected, grinning over at her. “Not only did you forgive me, but you’re saying my name again. None of that road name shit with me again, baby. You’re my ol’ lady, which means first names…or manly endearments like Sexy, or Big Daddy, or?—”

“Big Dick,” she offered, snickering.

He chuckled. “Nah, that was all Cluster, the fuck. I had no idea he was going to do that.”

Pulling up to a stoplight, James turned to her again. “After Patriot helped me pull my head out of my ass about finally proving shit to you, I sent out a club-wide text. I only had the sketch of an idea in my head, but Cilla and Tasha gave me the idea to rent out a banquet hall where you work. When I found out the room we got—the only room available on such shortnotice—had a fireplace, I knew what had to be done. I made sure all the brothers were coming. Cluster called me, wanting to know what he could do to help; he’d overheard Cilla and Tasha talking, and wanted in on the plans.”

The light turned green, and James accelerated through it.

He kept talking. “He feels bad, you know.”

Nadia furrowed her brows. “Cluster?”

James nodded. “Yeah. He knows that if he hadn’t been shooting off his mouth that morning after the party, you wouldn’t have heard the truth the way you had. Don’t get me wrong, I would have told you, soon, but I wouldn’t have been lying out of my ass to save my pride like I did that morning. You overheard a lot of bullshit, baby. None of what I said was true—not a goddamn word.”

She sighed, her hands plucking at the hem of her shirt nervously.

“I know that now, but then…my heart was shattered. I didn’t think…I didn’t think I’d ever recover.” Emotion coiled in her chest, turning to fire and stone in her throat. “I couldn’t believe what I was hearing…didn’t want to believe it.”

“But you don’t now…right?” James asked, hitting the blinker to head right.

“I believe that you felt you had to perform because you owed Frost. I believe that you felt bad about tricking me, but you were trapped between doing your duty for the club and telling me the truth. I believe….” She licked her lips, weighing her next words. “I believe that you love me.”

“Thank fuck,” he crowed, reaching over to snag her hand in his, squeezing it. “You don’t know what that means to me, baby…but you will.” His voice deepened, carrying with it a promise of dark delights.

And thank God they were pulling into his driveway, because she didn’t know how much longer she could stop herself from jumping him like a monkey on a cake.

TWENTY

He’d barely putthe truck in park before they were both flying out of it, headed toward his front door. As the door was unlocked, shoved open, then slammed closed behind them, Nadia was sure time was still running too slow.

There was no time to catch her breath before he was on her, tearing her clothes from her body as she tore his clothes from his. By the time they were down the hallway to his bedroom, she was in her bra and underwear, and he was tugging his jeans down his legs, leaving only his tight as hell black boxer briefs.

Hungry for him, she reached out to grab his cock, but he snagged her wrist.

Startled, she narrowed her eyes at him.

He shook his head. “Nuh uh. I haven’t had a taste of you in too fucking long. I need to eat your pussy until you come, then I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you come twice, then I’m going to do it all over again until the sunrises.”

Vibrating, her body absolutely on board with his plan, she let him drop her hand. Watching him watching her, she undid her bra, and slowly slid the straps down her arms, holding the fabric of the cups against her aching nipples, teasing him.

His nostrils flared, his neck veins pulsing—God, he was a freaking sex god!

“Drop the bra, Nadia. Let me see those beautiful breasts so I can suck ‘em,” James commanded.

Never one to deny herself pleasure, she dropped the bra to the floor. Then she slipped out of her panties, and tossed those over his head, smirking at the look of hunger on his face.

“God, baby,” he rasped, “you are so fucking beautiful! How is it possible that you’re mine?”

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