Page 42 of Undone

She grinned, turning back to the window. A feeling of contentment settled deep inside my heart taking root. I had my Club, my girl, and the dull gray that I lived in was turning to nothing but bold color.

“Hang tight, love. We’ll be at the Clubhouse in twenty. Are you nervous?”

“No… more like excited.”

“Why? They’re just a bunch of big, loud, andsmellymen.”

She laughed, leaning into me. Her soft lips pressed against my neck. “You smell of pine needles.”

“Easy girl, I’m not walking into my Clubhouse sporting wood.”

She slid her hand south.

I growled.

She shrieked as I pulled the wheel and entered an underground parking garage. We bounced as my truck raced right over the row of speed bumps. I parked in a dark corner.

Her pulse beat faster in her throat.

“You wanna find out what happens to bad little girls who tease the big, bad, wolf?” I unbuckled my seat belt.

She licked her lips, while she stared back at me with wide, hungry eyes. I grinned, my white teeth scraped against her throat. My lips found her pulse… the one that was beating just for me.

“Lucas,” she gasped as I bit down as my fingers unzipped her jean shorts, wasting no time finding what I wanted.

“Damn, baby. You’re dripping for me.” My fingers slipped into her, stroking in and out, round and round. My thumb pressed down on her clit. Her body bowed as she came off the seat. She screamed, convulsing in my arms. The windows were wet with condensation. Both of us were breathing hard. Her hands went for my belt.

“Christ, babe,” I groaned as she pumped my dick. I came after a minute, using some napkins in my glove box to clean up.

“Some punishment… that was.”

I winked as she straightened herself up. “You know I’m a DOM, right?”

She swallowed. “I wasn’t sure. I guessed you might be.”

“I plan on punishing you later. I’ll take you fast. I’ll take you slow. Don’t ever defy me, babe. When I give you an order, in or out of the bedroom—you do it, understand?”

Her chin lifted. “I can’t agree to that.”

“Don’t confuse a DOM with a dictator. If I give you an order in the bedroom, it’ll be for your ultimate pleasure. If I give you one out of it—it’ll be for your own safety. The MC is not a damn television show, Luce. We do dangerous shit. I won’t have you get caught in the crosshairs.”

“Okay, I understand. But what if I like sex on kitchen counters?”

“Brat.”

I turned the ignition back on and hit the defroster. I turned up the heat and rolled down the windows. We drove the rest of the way to Oakland listening to the radio and singing along.

I didn’t even remember the last time I sang one note.

The girl was changing me from a grumpy grizzly bear to a pampered pet.

I liked it.

A lot.

But damn if I’d ever admit it to any of the men—especially that smug asshole, Rog.

“Everyone is staring at me.” Luce clutched my arm, the side of her body practically glued to my side. We stood two steps inside the clubhouse.

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