Page 11 of Hero: Claimed

She has her hands in her hair, lathering shampoo throughout. And she’s singing. She’s got a fucking great voice.

What’s wrong with me? She’s nothing like any woman I’ve ever brought to my bed. An image of me bending her over in that shower, plunging my throbbing cock deep inside her from behind, flashes through my mind. I back out quietly and shut the door. What’s wrong with me? I just want to help the woman out. I’m not attracted to her. At all.

Then I sink into a squat against the wall and scrub my hands over my face.

Before she gets out and sees me, I shake it off, this whatever she has over me, and push up to change into some dry clothing. Repulsed at myself for even considering going there with her.I’m supposed to help her. Period. Sex with Brinley would cause too many complications with our arrangement. Too damn many.

My back is to the bathroom as I slip on a clean T-shirt. I hear a sharp gasp and turn around to see Brinley standing there in one of my navy-blue bath towels. A towel that doesn’t totally fit, gapping at her thigh and showing a hint of belly and dark brown pubes.

What kind of woman still has pubes? And why do I find it so fucking sexy? It’s like I’m a twelve-year-old kid, can’t tear my eyes away from it.

She clears her throat. “When, um… When did you get back?”

“About twenty minutes ago. Got soaked in the storm.”

“Oh? Are you hungry? I could whip you something up.”

“That’d be great, Brin. Thanks. I gotta talk to Duke now.” With my back to her, I go about stripping out of those wet jeans, my back tight until I hear the door to the bathroom click and I can relax again. I change into a pair of dry sweats, toss the wet shit into the hamper, and then in the biggest pussy move I’ve ever pulled, I turn and walk out of my room, not saying another word to Brinley.

I need to get laid. But the one woman I’m supposed to be with—my old lady—I can’t have sex with. I shouldn’t have sex with. I shouldn’twantto have sex with. Duke, Boss, and Blood had been right. I should’ve thought this through.

No—even I’m not that much of an asshole. Send her back for some hairy no-neck beastman to ruin all that beauty? I’d never be able to live with myself.

This shit’s gonna get harder before it gets easier. I just feel it.

From my room, I stomp because I’m pissed at the world, down the hallway and turn to walk into the main common room, where a few brothers roam about. Brothers I can’t deal with—not yet. Not until I take care of what needs to be taken care of.

Before my ass hits the stool at the counter I order, “Whiskey,” from Butch behind the bar. He pours and I slam it back. Then I nod and slide the glass back to him. He fills it and I slam the second one.

Don’t wanna be drunk when we talk to Duke, but Jesus, I got a hard-on for a woman I got no business jonesing over and it’s only because I haven’t been laid since the night before we left. It has to be that, right? Besides, what would my brothers say, how much shit would I get if they thought I actually wanted to bone Hannah’s sister?

Not one hot mama, and not a damn old lady that I’ve met so far has thick thighs and a rounded belly along with big tits and bigger ass. I’d be a joke. A laughingstock, wouldn’t I? Doesn’t the old lady reflect the man she’s with?

Boss and Blood, both wearing that freshly fucked arrogance, saunter into the room with us from the hallway. I see Hannah duck down the hallway, hair messed in that she-got-herself-some way. “Ready?” I ask.

“Let’s do this,” Boss says back.

It only takes us fifteen minutes to fill Duke in on what we found to the west, and that includes showing him the surveillance photos we captured on our phones. “Fuck.” Duke rubs his hand over his face. “This is the last fucking thing we need.”

I wholeheartedly agree.

“Gonna start pullin’ patrols. Brothers out in pairs. Keepin’ eyes on the Horde. Thought with Scotch’s shit, they’d be outta commission for at least a little while. Barely been a month.Fuck. Lemme figure out who’s first up. Boss, you stay. Blood, Hero, talk to ya in a bit.”

Blood and I both nod and walk out into the main common room from Duke’s office behind the bar. Things have picked up around the clubhouse.

Picked up, as in several pieces have shown to show the brothers a good time. “Hey, Hero.” Destini, a hot piece I’ve fucked a few times, draws her hand along my back before she stops at my opposite side. Now she’s the kind of woman the brothers would accept at my side. I mean, her tits are fake but her ass and stomach are flat, and come to think of it, her hipbones protrude. Still, she’s gorgeous and a great lay.Not a damn straight man on the planet wouldn’t want to walk into a room with someone like Destini on their arm.

“Destini,” I greet back. “Looking good.”

“You look stressed.” She grabs a hold of my junk and squeezes gently. “You feel stressed. You gonna let me take care of that?”

Yes. Oh shit, yes.

Until Brinley pops out from the kitchen with a plate of something that smells better than it looks and it looks pretty fucking phenomenal. “I got your food.”

Destini snickers, the kind that comes off unbelievably bitchy because it’s meant to. “Surprised there’s any left for you, Hero.”

“Knock it off, Des.”

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