Page 37 of Blade

The Furies, Mama, the club, the garage, I have too much to deal with, and I can’t give a girl like her what she deserves – my undivided time.

Sex and maybe friends that is what we have to deal with.

Sighing, I pick up my coffee and take a large sip as I look out the window and notice a Fury brother sitting outside, focusing solely on me.

I recognize him from the photos Venom has shown me—Brock, the VP who likes the strippers a little too much and may be the cause of trying to start a war, the fucker. I can’t go to his Pres and explain the shit he could be causing without proof.

I watch as his eyes go behind me, and I subtly look to see what he’s looking at. I tense up, seeing it’s Luna, and look his way just as his eyes go back to me. Nothing but pure anger radiates from him.

He wants Luna.

I don’t like the feeling that consumes me at that thought, but I know I’m right. The fucker starts his matte black Honda SP160, something I wouldn’t expect a brother to own, meaning he’s using it to keep under the radar of his club, and drives out of the parking lot, leaving dust in his wake.

I turn and notice Luna stiffening, seeing Brock drive off and I narrow my eyes and ask, “Do the Furies bother you?” as she walks over towards me.

She clears her throat and admits, “Not normally,” but she doesn’t make eye contact, and I’m not sure if she’s lying to protect me or herself.

I nod, and she sends me a blinding smile and asks, “Did you always want to be a grease monkey? Or did you want to do something else, like ballet, singing, dancing, or maybe football?”

I laugh at her words, and she relaxes, seeing the tension disperse in my shoulders, making my heart fucking skip that she could do it with such ease, something no one in my family can do, but I squash the feeling and admit, “Always a grease monkey. I love finding a problem with whatever vehicle I’m trying to fix and watching it come back to life.”

She smirks and admits, “You also look good doing it as well.”

I laugh again as she walks away to the next table and I watch her go while a lump forms in my throat, knowing this girl is going to end up meaning more to me than I anticipated, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I watch as Luna serves a table full of loud kids, then walks over to the pass and whispers something before heading to the back. I don’t think. Instead, I allow my body to do all the movement as I follow her.

She goes into the staff room, and I follow her inside to see her sipping some water as her head comes my way.

“Blade?” she questions, and again, I fucking hate that she’s not using my legal name, but I squash it like I have with every otherfeeling I’ve been having with this woman and walk up to her as she puts the lid back on her bottle, and before she can put it down, I cup her cheek and press my lips against hers.

The bottle lands with a thump on the floor as she grabs my cut and grips it tightly to keep me close to her, and I quickly move my hands from her face and bend a little, gripping her thighs. She jumps as I lift, not once breaking our kiss as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I press her up against the lockers, suddenly wishing we had a bed so I could latch my mouth around her clit and taste her juices, but this will have to do. I quickly undo my jeans as she grips my hair tightly, something she fucking loves to run her fingers through when we’re like this, sending shivers down my spine and causing my balls to tighten.

Trying not to come like a teen, I release my hard cock and move her panties to the side, groaning at yet again how wet they are for me, and I place the head of my cock at her entrance, all common sense leaving me for the second time and I thrust forward moaning at how tight she is, how tight she always is.

Luna gasps against my lips and tightens her legs around my waist, and I fuck her hard and fast, trying to ignore the feelings wanting to consume me.

Friends with benefits, that is what we’ll become, nothing more, nothing fucking more – right?

Chapter 14

Blade - Three Months Later

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I gently move Luna’s caramel hair out of her face while she sleeps on her side, her hand clutching the pillow I slept on last night, her brows furrowed like she’s in distress making it so fucking hard for me to leave.

I’m not supposed to spend nights, that was the deal. Along with no foreplay and no nudity on her part, a rule I fucking hate but went along with believing it would quench this thirst I have for her.

How fucking wrong could I be huh?

After nearly getting caught by the chef at Big Macenzie’s Grub three months ago, Luna and I mutually agreed that we needed a new place to fuck, and her apartment just seemed like the easiest solution.

Mama isstillon my back at the club where Luna is concerned, worried she's using me, making it difficult for us to spend time at the garage.

She's decided to ignore Dad, who has determined Mama is still in the doghouse, not realizing Mama hasn't spoken to him in weeks has decided to focus on me and has even gotten more brothers involved. They are now accusing me of allowing my dick to cloud my judgment with a woman none of them have actually met, a woman they are all accusing of being a patch chaser, including my VP, though that fucker doesn’t have a leg to stand on.

The idiot fucked his best friend, Venom’s little sister, last week, causing a massive brawl in the common room.

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