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He walks me into the room and slams the door shut, nodding toward my clothes.
“What?”
“Strip.”
“Hodge,” I say softly.
“No. A deal’s a deal. Strip out of those wet clothes and let me make that pussy wet instead,” he growls low in his throat. My heart leaps into my throat as I slowly start to undress. I strip outof everything, standing naked in front of Hodge as his eyes roam over me. If this were Jake, I’d be embarrassed, but Hodge makes me feel beautiful. More than I ever thought I could.
“I’m gonna eat you so fuckin’ good.” My cheeks heat from his words as he grabs my hand and leads me over to the bed. He climbs on and lays back, eyeing me.
“Let’s go, Kemah. I can’t wait to taste you,” he says, sending a chill down my spine. I walk closer and climb onto the bed.
“Grab the headboard,” he orders. I stand up and grab the headboard while he motions for me to straddle him. I don’t know if this is a good idea or not. I’m thinking not, but a deal is a deal, and I made a deal with him. “Now lower that pussy down here to me.” I swallow hard and lower myself down until Hodge grabs my hips and jerks me all the way. He doesn’t waste any time; his tongue slips inside me as soon as I’m close enough.
He licks me and then sucks my clit into his mouth as I gasp and begin to rock my hips against his face. He groans and keeps going. I keep rocking my hips, needing more, craving more.
“Hodge,” I cry out as he hits every spot that shoots sparks through my body. My legs tremble, and I’m almost afraid I’m going to collapse on him. “Please.”
He growls but keeps going, his tongue flicking over my clit once more. I nearly lose it. I nearly come for him, but I hold back as much as I can, savoring every second of this.
“Hodge, I can’t hold back,” I cry as his tongue gets to work on my clit. My body shakes, heat courses through me, and my body begins to tremble harder than it was before, and I let go. I come for him. I come hard for him. My nails dig into the headboard as pure pleasure washes through me.
Hodge is breathing hard beneath me, his warm breath dancing over my flesh before he slides out from under me. I let my body drop to my knees when I feel him move in behind me. He pulls my ass back and shoves me forward before I feel his cock sliding into me.
Chapter 21
Hodge
I’ve had Kemah every way I could get her. Bent over the couch, over the table, in the shower. I’ve even made her sit on my face a few more times, and every single time she’s soaked me. Just like I wanted her to, but having her here and in my bed with me every night, that’s something else. Having someone to come home to and be with, that’s something I never thought I’d want again, but I do. And I want it all with her.
I watch her across the room while we make plans for her dad. She talks with Kiki. She laughs and smiles, and that makes my fucking heart swell. She has so much to offer and doesn’t even see it.
“You listenin’?” I glance over at Locke and nod my head before grabbing my beer and bringing it to my lips. I take a long pull before looking back at Kemah and listening to the guys.
“So we lure him out. We make him believe we have a job offer for him this time,” my dad says. The guys agree, but it’s her I can’t pull my eyes away from. She holds my attention, and for some reason, I can’t stop it, nor do I want to.
“She ain’t goin’ anywhere, Hodge.” The guys laugh at Remy’s words as I turn back to the table and smirk.
“Fuck off,” I tell him.
“You really are into that girl, huh?” Locke adds. I nod my head, and they all smile before my dad clears his throat.
“We all know what Hodge sees in her; we all see it, but let’s get this shit figured out so she doesn’t have to deal with that bastard ever again.” The guys grunt their agreement, and we continue our conversation until we have a solid plan. When my dad dismisses everyone, I stay seated with my beer in hand.
“You okay with all this?”
“Yeah. It needs to be done,” I tell him.
“Not him I’m talkin’ about. It’s close to that time, Hodge. Are you sure you’re not just usin’ that girl to get past it all?” he asks. The thought of punching him hits hard, but I know better than to hit my dad and the president of this club, and I also get where he’s coming from.
“It’s not even about them, Dad. At first, maybe, but not anymore.”
“What changed?”
“My fuckin’ feelin’s.”
“What is it you’re feelin’?”
