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With our lips tightly locked, I grab hold of her ass with both hands and lift her onto the countertop and find my place standing right between her open legs. Soft moans rumble in her throat when I suck on her bottom lip, nipping at the tip with my teeth. My cock is so hard and desperate for tenure.

I bring her legs around my waist, and grab her ass again, but this time I lift her, bringing her flush with my body. My cock hits the apex of her thighs, only the thin cotton of her shorts protecting her pussy. Still, I struggle to raise the friction needed, so I turn and walk us both back against the nearest wall. With her back flat against the firm surface, I push my cock hard against her cunt and rotate my hips, giving us both the contact that we crave.

“Oh my God…” Scarlett whimpers as the bulge of my hard cock rubs against her, hitting the spot that has her eyes rolling back into her head. “J... B…” she stammers, her cheeks flushed, fingernails digging into my shoulders, as she thrusts her hips against me, seeking more and more of the friction needed to have her clit pulsing. I drop my mouth to one of her hard peaked nipples that is clearly outlined against the fabric of her tank and cover it, sucking hard, then biting with just enough pressure to cause a surge of heat to her core. “Oh fuck… I’m going to come.” Her voice it thick and husky with arousal and damn it, don’t I nearly come in my fucking pants. But this is about her, not me.

Scarlett’s head bangs against the wall, her eyes flutter, and her mouth falls wide as her orgasm hits. Her body tenses while she rides out the wave of ecstasy. I kiss along her exposed neck, sucking on the skin at her racing pulse. When she goes limp in my arms, I hold on to her tighter and take her mouth once more, kissing her deeply, showing her exactly what she means to me.

“Bedroom,” I enquire as I brush my nose against her unruly hair, breathing in her essence.

“Upstairs,” she whispers.

I carry her to the spiral staircase, and carefully negotiate the curvature of the stairs one at a time until I get to the landing at the top. The door to what is obviously the primary bedroom is open, revealing its soft colors, and cream carpets. It’s not pink and girly, but warm and feminine. I head straight for the white framed bed and lay her on top of the covers. Uncurling her arms from around my neck, I sit on the edge of the bed facing her, letting my hands rest on my thighs. Our eyes connect, hers steeped with contentment. I look away, knowing that I’ve fucked up.

Sure, I was desperate to see Scarlett, to try and make her understand my intentions were nothing but sincere. That I want her, need her and I’ll do whatever it takes to regain her trust. Giving her an orgasm, coming close to fucking her, was never my plan. Not yet anyway. In fact, kissing her wasn’t on the agenda either, but my need to taste her sweet lips consumed me and was the catalyst to me losing control.

The silent tension between us is palpable.

“You’re not staying, are you?” she accuses.

“Scarlett,” I groan out. “Coming here was a stupid mistake.”

“Fuck you,” she lashes out, slapping me hard across the face. I snatch hold of her hand before she goes in for a second hit.

“Damn it, Scarlett.” I bark back at her. “It’s not that I didn’t want to. Haven’t I already made it clear to you that I want you more than my next breath?”

She pulls her hand free and snaps both her arms around herself, partly in annoyance, partly to give herself comfort, I’m sure.

“I’m deeply involved in something for the club, and being here could put you in danger. That’s the last thing I want. Not only that, but your dad will also have my head if he finds out, and would kill any chance of me proving myself worthy of you.”

“What are you talking about?” With furrowed brows, she searches my face for more. Suddenly her eyes go wide, her brows now toward her hairline. “Has this something to do with the MC’s feud with the Death Valley Irish?”

“Once again, I need to plead the fifth.”

“Fuck you and the fifth.” She snarls. “I knew my dad was up to something when I overheard him talking to Stone the other day, when I called in to see Tenley, but now it makes sense.” Bringing herself up onto her knees, she grabs hold of the fabric collar of my shirt. “That explains the tattoos and the buzz cut.” She lets out a long, shaky breath. Her eyes are fearful as her grip on me tightens. “You’re the one that they have on the inside.”

“You need to stay out of this, Scarlett.” I growl my warning, taking both her hands and placing them firmly back in her lap. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Exactly, and you’re right in the fucking middle of it.” She cries. “JB, you need to get out. Tell Smoke that you’re not doing this. You’re going to end up dead.”

“I’m not going to do that.” I say sadly, because I would do anything for her, but going back on this when I’ve got so far isn’t an option. “I’m sorry,”

“Then get the fuck out of my home,” she says with fierce determination. “Because if you think I’m going to spend mytime worrying what the fuck is going on with you, not knowing if you’re dead or alive, then you’re wrong.” She jumps from the bed; grabs hold of my arm and pulls me to my feet.

“Scarlett,” I beg.

“Don’t fucking Scarlett me.” she pushes me, with more strength that I would have given her credit for, towards the door and down the stairs, until she’s swinging open the front door and giving me one final push. I turn to take a last look at her before I leave, make one final plea for understanding, but when I see her face, I know that at this moment, it’s pointless. “You’re right, JB. You should never have come here, but not because of some bullshit excuse, but because you’re an asshole who gives absolutely no fucks about the consequences of your actions.” With that, she slams the door in my face, hard enough that even the heaviest of sleeping neighbors will now be wide awake.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Johny B

My encounter with Scarlett didn’t end as I’d hoped. Staying had been a big mistake. Although, I fucking wanted to more than anything else. But staying and fucking her would have been one hell of a mistake. For now, anyway.

Sure, I could have explained to her that I was doing this for her, for us, but the timing was all off. If Smoke ever got wind of me paying Scarlett a visit he would take his time with me; he’d start with castration, and let me bleed out. Then, he’d move on to a heap of torture that would give him immense pleasure. If he finally took mercy on me, he’d finish me off with a bullet to the head. Not to mention how he’s probably going to knock my teeth out simply for fucking up and letting slip what is currently going on with the DVI.

Fucking hell!

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