Page 26 of War

He takes in my face mask and robe, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s a little concerning that my dick is still getting hard seeing you even when you look like this.”

“War!” I whisper-yell, and he laughs.

“Who is it?” Lu calls out.

“It’s War,” I reply, opening the door wider. “I didn’t hear your bike.”

“I took the truck,” he explains, stepping inside and running his thumb across my mouth, the only thing besides my eyes not covered by the mask. “I want you at the clubhouse with me tonight.”

“Okay,” I reply, brow furrowing. “Is everything okay?”

He nods and brushes my lips with his, but an unnamed emotion flickers in his dark eyes.

“I was about to head home anyway,” Lu replies, standing up and picking up her bag. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“You sure?” I ask her, not wanting her to leave early just because War dropped in.Chicks before dicks and all that.“War can wait if you want to stay longer.”

She gives me two air kisses, her face mask still on. “I’m sure, but I need to sort my life out.”

“Going to need more than a day for that.”

She slaps my arm and grins up at War. “See you later.”

I take a quick shower, and War is sitting on my bed when I reenter the room, leaning back on his elbows. His hungry gaze takes me in from head to toe. “Drop the towel, Ora.”

When he uses that commanding tone, it sends a shot of pleasure straight to my clit. The fluffy white towel falls to the floor, leaving me bare in front of him. The look in his eyes, so hungry and in awe at my body, makes me feel confident, so I strut toward him and get down on my knees, looking up at him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, cupping my face and kissing me. He gets his cock out, and my tongue peeks out to lick his head before I swirl it around. “Hands behind your back.”

I slowly suck him as deep as I can take him, twisting my arms behind me. He slides his fingers against my head and fists my hair, using it to gently control me as I suck him. When he’s about to come, he lifts me off him, pushes me back onto the carpet, and spreads my thighs, dipping his head and tasting me until I’m screaming his name. Then he sits back on the edge of the bed, with me straddling him. War does most of the work, lifting my hips up and down, my pussy so wet that every thrust feels so fucking good. My head falls back as he sucks on my nipples, another orgasm hitting me when he bites down. This time, he joins me, gripping my nape and forcing me to look at him. We don’t break eye contact.

It’s intense.

It’s personal.

He doesn’t need to say it, but we’re falling for each other. I see it in how he looks at me and treats me.

We rest our foreheads against each other, catching our breath.

“Now I need another shower. And then we need to go to the store because I might as well cook if I’m going to stay at the clubhouse again.”

He buries his face in my neck and sucks on my skin. “Don’t shower. If you’re cooking for all those assholes, I want my cum dripping out of you while you do it.”

“I cook for those assholes because they areyourassholes,” I remind him, and he lifts his face to scan mine.

They are his club brothers, his family.

He places the sweetest kiss on my lips. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You know what my mother used to say?”

“What?”

“Looks fade, hunger doesn’t.”

It takes me a moment, but then I throw my head back and laugh. He watches my every move so closely.

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