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Rascal
I wakeup the next morning and Marley is nowhere to be seen. I should have talked to her when I had the chance instead of falling asleep on her. I thought for sure fucking her would get her out of my system, but I want more of her already. Sex with Marley was better than any sex I’ve ever had. I wasn’t lying when I told her I could eat her out all day. Going down on a chick is something I haven’t even done in years. I wouldn’t dare go down on a cut bunny. Who knows what or who has been in those cunts.
I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower. Washing away her scent isn’t something I want to do, but I also don’t want anyone grilling me about smelling like sex. I’ll shower then go find her so we can talk.
I turn the water on and brush my teeth to let the shower warm up. As soon as I’m done, I climb in.
“Ah! Fuck!” My back stings like hell. I smile, remembering Marley clawing the fuck out of me while I pounded into her. I’m out of the shower within ten minutes. I dry off and get dressed then head out to the main room for a cup of coffee. When I walk into the main room, the prospects are cleaning up and a couple brothers are lounging around, hungover as fuck by the facial expressions.
“Hey, brother.” Saint smacks my back. I grimace without making a sound, but he notices it. “What’s wrong with you? Where did you disappear to last night?”
“Nothing and I was tired of partying so I went to bed,” I tell him. What really happened is none of his fucking business.
“Yeah, alright.” He shakes his head but drops it. I head into the kitchen, fill a cup with coffee then make my way to Marley’s room.
“Rascal, Church,” Bull says before I get too far. “Grab anyone out of the main room.”
I groan inwardly. “Yes, sir.” I turn around toward the main room. “Yo, dipshits! Time for Church. Prospects, round up anyone who’s outside.”
Reaper, Bear, Saint, and I walk into Church. Bull is sitting at the head of the table with the other officers sitting in their designated spots. I take my seat and wait for the rest of the brothers to show up. I lean back in my chair, resting my head against the back and close my eyes. Marley’s face is all I see, even when I attempt to force my mind somewhere else.
A few minutes go by and the room fills up. The Nomads are in here but our out of town brothers get to sit this one out. They’ll be leaving in a day or two anyway.
Bull hits the gavel, gaining everyone's attention. “The Torres Cartel has been sighted around town. We’re not sure why they’re back, but we need to take extra precautions. Keep the women on lockdown, especially Marley, and don’t go anywhere alone.”
“WhyespeciallyMarley,” I ask.
“I can’t give you the story why, because it’s not my story to tell. They’re who are after her and can’t know she’s here,” he explains.
I nod in response.
“The Orlov Bratva is on standby in case we need their help. Keep your women safe and watch each other’s backs. Does anyone have any questions or anything to add,” Bull asks.
There’s a round of nos and heads shaking. With another slam of his gavel, Bull dismisses everyone from Church. I go straight to Marley’s room, ignoring anyone who tries to talk to me on the way.
I pound on the door. “Mar, open up. I need to talk to you.”
She opens the door with a tear stained face.
“Shit, Princess. Why is it every time I come to your room, you’re crying?”
“I was crying from how awful the sex was last night,” she deadpans.
“That’s a damn lie and the multiple orgasms proves it.”
She fights back a smile. “What do you want?”
“Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”
She rolls her eyes, opening the door further.
“I’d love to come in, thanks.” I grin.
She closes the door behind her. “There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
“The hell there’s not and I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”
