Chapter 10

The damn woman actually thinks she can deny protection, she better think a-fucking-gain.

I stagger to my feet a bit drunkenly. Since getting back from the funeral, I've done nothing but drink. I figured I'd get shit-faced and fuck, but last night I wasn't able to do shit. It's what I was going to use Clover for, but Hammer intervened. I don't know if it was a good thing or not.

Either way, it doesn't matter. The slobber crawler wasn't doing anything for me. All I keep picturing is a woman who isn't even here for me to touch. She's somewhere else, barring those who would keep her safe. Gwynethseriously thinks she can bar my brothers from her place. Oh, she's in for it when I get to her.

Shaking my head, I do what I can to sober just the slightest to get the hell out of here and to Gwyneth's apartment. There's no way I'll be able to drive.

"Prospect, take Bruiser in one of the cages to Gwyneth's place," Hammer orders and slaps me on the back. "Don't fuck up a good thing, brother. Your momma wouldn't want you to."

Those words slice right through me. I intended to introduce them to each other the day after Gwyneth's shift at dinner, but it was too late.

This whole thing is fucking with my head. Losing my mom was the last thing I ever wanted. Granted, I knew a day would come when it would happen, but I didn't think it would be this soon. The doctors she'd been seeing had said she'd been struggling as of late with her blood pressure. They stated there was no stopping the heart attack. That doesn't mean I'm not feeling every bit of it.

One thing Hammer said, though I know deep down, is that my mom would be pissed with me if she saw me right now. Drunk off my ass and blaming a woman who was just doing her job. Hell, three other people had been on that call, including Dagger. I didn't blame one of them. Maybe it's because I thought . . . damnit, I don't know what I thought.

If I hadn't been watching Gwyneth, I could have been there for my mom and been able to spend just one more day with her. Who am I kidding? The woman who raised me would surely kick my ass knowing what was going on in my head right now. She'd be the first person to push me in Gwyneth's direction and tell me if I didn't claim what I wanted then she'd beat me with a baseball bat.

Following the prospect out of the club, I make my way to the cage the other man will drive to get me to my destination. On the way, I need to figure out how exactly I am going to deal with the woman who I'm damn well claiming.

Her putting herself out there without protection is not going to happen. She's not about to put herself in danger when we can protect her.

The moment of truth comes far too quickly when the prospect comes to a stop in front of her apartment building. I look in the direction of her apartment, seeing not one light shining through the windows. She's in there, though, I know it. Hopping out of the passenger seat, I'm lucky not to fall flat on my face. Seeing both Colt and Carbine sitting on their bikes, I give them a chin lift acknowledging them, and head toward the door of the apartment.

I don't bother with knocking. Instead, I reach into my pocket and pull my keys out, finding the one I'm looking for. The one I snagged the first day I was put on her ass.

Unlocking and stepping into the apartment, I'm met by an eerie silence. As quietly as I can, I close the door and lock it. I make my way through the apartment, focused on getting to Gwyneth. I don't bother being quiet when I open her bedroom door. I slam the damn thing open to find her jerking up off the bed, wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her.

Fuck me if it ain't a damn good sight. One that has my dick hardening instantly.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, clutching at the towel, keeping it from opening.

"What am I doing here?" I snarl, moving toward her, taking my cut off, and setting it on top of her dresser. "I'm here because your ass isn't barring my brothers from being able to do a job they were given." Toeing off my boots, I strip my shirt at the same time. "The fuck do you think you're doing ignoring their protection?"

"I don't need their protection," she snaps and shoots up off the bed on the other side. "How did you get in here? Wait, you know what. it doesn't matter. You can just go back the way you came."

"You know I'm not about to just leave," I state, taking a nice, long look at her sweet, delectable body. Gripping the belt, I unbuckle while meeting her gaze once again. "Might as well drop the towel, Princess."

"I think not."

The way she juts out her chin, looking all defiant, goes straight to my dick.She's about to learn one hell of a lesson. One that will surely end with both of us getting something very pleasurable out of it.

"Gwyneth, drop the towel and come here," I order, pulling the belt from around my waist and unbuttoning my jeans.

"You can't be here," she says, clenching the towel tighter. "You need to leave. All of you."

"Baby, they've all left. It's just you and me." Smirking, I close the distance between the two of us. I grip her wrists and drag her hands away from the towel. "Let me see that beautiful body of yours."

Without her holding it closed, the towel drops easily, leaving her in all her glory. I take a step back, pull her with me, and sit on the edge of her bed, bringing her between my thighs. With her tits right in front of me, I flick my tongue across one of her nipples. I give the same treatment to the other. As much as I want to suck both perfect little buds, I have other plans to handle first.

Lifting my gaze to hers, it's all I can do to keep to my plan at the vision I'm faced with.

Before she can so much as protest, I grip her waist, twist her, clamp my thighs closed, and bend her over my knee.

"What are you . . ."

My hand comes down on her right ass cheek, stalling her question.

"What the hell, Bruiser?" she shouts, jerking in my grip.

"Your punishment," I inform her, soothing the sting away. "You got yourself in trouble, Princess, and now, you're getting punished. I'm thinking a good spanking will ensure you don't question your protection again."

"You're insane," she cries out as I bring my hand down on her other cheek. "You can't do this to me."

"Can't I?" I swat her on the right cheek again, just a tad sharper, causing her body to jerk. Sliding a finger between the crevice of her ass, I stroke my fingers through her juices, already coating her sweet pussy. "I think I can, baby, your pussy is drenched for me."

"No means no," she pants as I bring my hand down.

"Baby, if you'd actually said the word no, then it would mean that, but you haven't. Your body is all but screaming out for my touch," I tell her and dip my fingers back into her pussy. "Your pussy is more than ready to welcome me in."

Toying with her, I take my time rotating between spanking her and teasing her pussy. Proving to her that she can't deny what her body wants. Once I give her the full ten swats to her ass, I twist, maneuver her to her back in the middle of the bed. Spreading her thighs wide, I settle in, my gaze drawn to the glistening sight. Never has a pussy looked so good to me. The perfect dessert.

Mine for the taking.

Mine to relish.

Just simply mine, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of lapping those juices like they're the sweetest nectar of the Gods.

The first swipe of my tongue has her body jolting and a moan passing her lips.

Letting my groan be heard, I take my time toying with her pussy, laving up the juices spilling onto my tongue, and savoring the sweet sounds. I don't think anyone could sound as sweet as she does. Nor taste as good like sweet cream.

Using two fingers, I slide them in and scissor her pussy driving her that much closer to the brink of release with my tongue. The way she clenches and spasms around my fingers is all I need to know she's close. The sounds of her moans are a bonus that I love hearing. Before she can release, however, I draw back, not letting her find that orgasm I sense she is becoming desperate for.

"Bruiser," she pants and arches up off the bed, "please. I need to come."

"Don't worry, Gwyneth, baby, you'll come," I tell her and flick my tongue across the pretty little clit. "I promise you, I'll be making sure you do. First, though, you're gonna agree to do everything you're supposed to do. You're gonna let me and the club protect you."

"I don't need protecting." She thrashes on the bed.

Sucking her little nub, I thrust two fingers hard into her pussy, drawing a gasp from her lips. "You wanna change your mind, Gwyneth?"

"Bruiser." The way she cries out my name pleadingly has me clenching my teeth to keep from going ahead and sinking my dick inside her and fucking her to exhaustion.

"Tell me, Princess. Who protects you? Who do you belong to?" I demand. "Who is it that this body longs for?" Driving my fingers in, feeling her walls convulsing, ready for her to erupt at any moment, I know she'll come for me if I just give a little touch to her clit.

"Bruiser, please. Just give me what I need," she begs.

"Answer me, damnit," I snarl, losing patience with her stubbornness.

"You," she screams, and with that scream, I jerk back. "No."

Lowering my jeans enough to release my dick, I grip her waist, line up with her entrance, and drive inside halfway. Her pussy tightens further, sucking me in. I pull nearly all the way out, only to plunge in deeper.

"Fuckin' tightest, sweetest pussy I've ever had," I growl, thrusting home, holding her hips firmly off the mattress.

"Oh God, Bruiser, fuck me. Please, please fuck me."

"Damn right, Princess, I'm fuckin' you, and I'm going to fuck you harder. Give you what we both need." Pulling out, I draw a whimper from her. I plunge forward, making her scream, and I hiss out my own pleasure.

Needing more, I pound into her, gritting my teeth to keep from coming. I intend to feel her coming multiple times before I do so. Being inside her is unlike anything I ever knew. I don't think one time would ever be enough. For that matter, I'm not sure a million times would be. Something about Gwyneth spoke to me from the first time I saw her. She's my match, and I damn well know it.

I'd nearly fucked it all up before I could ever have the chance to get in here.

Feeling her pussy tighten further, there's no way to hold back the release boiling in my balls. I reach between us and flick my thumb across her clit. The cry that leaves her lips is one of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her grip on my shaft draws the release straight from the tip. I come as I've never done before. It's an experience I intend to feel every damn chance I get.