Chapter 30

CHAPTER

THIRTY

DILLION

I roll over and reach out to cold sheets. Sitting up, I tug the covers over my bare chest and look around the room. There’s no way he wasn’t here. That wasn’t a dream… was it? I’m naked.

It wasn’t a dream.

I know it wasn’t.

But when I glance at the time on my phone, I realize that it’s early. Like, nine in the morning early, and I’m alone, so I don’t understand what’s happening.

The few times I’ve slept with Humble, he has stayed the night. And after everything that happened early this morning, I was hoping to talk to him, but it looks like that isn’t going to be possible.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I decide to unzip my suitcase and grab a change of clothes and my things for a shower. I can figure out what happened this morning later.

First, I need to clean up from work and sex. When I walk into the shared bathroom, I expect it to be completely disgusting, but it isn’t. I’m a bit taken aback by how nice and clean it is. It’s like Humble’s room, weirdly clean. Shouldn’t it be a complete disaster? Shouldn’t it all be so disgusting that I don’t even want to step foot in the shower?

I don’t get it.

When my shower is finished, I dress quickly, forgo makeup and throw my hair up in a messy bun. Hurrying down to the bar, I go in search of Humble… and maybe some food. The last thing I ate was the chocolate cupcake with Ryan.

Stepping into the bar, I look around and am surprised by how many men are not only awake but seem to be in little huddles of threes and fours. I don’t know them all, but I recognize the big players.

The people I don’t see are women. Not a single woman is here. None of my new friends. If I recall, when things were unsafe with my family, and I was put in a safe house, we were all together… the women and children.

Not a single man looks up from their huddles to even look at me. They are focused and give no shits about me or anyone else around. Deciding that food and coffee are more important right now than finding out where the women and children are, I move toward the kitchen and let out a sigh as I step inside the empty room.

Hurrying toward the coffee machine, I make a cup, then add so much milk and sugar that it turns a light-brown color. Lifting the mug to my lips, I take the first sip and close my eyes, almost whimpering when I do.

Then I hear a chuckle from across the room. I open my eyes and connect with the person at the doorway. I expected to see Humble there, but he’s not. Instead, it’s an older man… a very hot older guy.

“See you’re doing okay, babe,” he murmurs.

“I am…” I say, my words trailing off because I have no clue who this is.

He moves into the room, taking one step, then another. Stopping in front of me but not too close. I really look at him. Sure, he’s older. He’s got some graying at his temples and some sexy lines at the edges of his eyes, but he doesn’t look old .

He’s hot.

And not grandpa hot.

This man is silver-fox hot.

“Name’s Nash. I’m King’s dad. Anyone talk to you about this shit yet?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I bring my coffee to my lips. As I take a sip, I watch him, wondering what he’s about to tell me because I have no idea what happened. And the way he said this shit makes me think that whatever happened is kind of serious.

“Nash?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

He clears his throat and takes a step backward. His eyes find mine, and he holds my gaze for a long moment. I watch as his lips curve up into a smirk before he responds to my question.

“It's not my place. Just stay here. You don’t need to be walking around outside.”

“Am I in danger?”

He inhales a deep breath, looking sexier than he did a few moments ago, but then his expression shifts to a serious one. Gone is the smirk, the sexy smiling eye crinkles. He has changed completely.

“You’re in danger,” he murmurs. “Don’t go outside. Stay in here until you hear otherwise.”

Then I watch as he turns and walks out of the kitchen without another word. I know that his words should upset me, worry me even, but they don’t. I have no idea what is happening, and I’m not sure I want to know. If it’s enough to keep me in here under lock and key, then that’s all I need to know.

Reaching for the refrigerator door handle, I tug it open and scan the contents. There’s not very much to eat in here. This surprises me because I’ve heard that Atomic enjoys the farmers’ market. I was hoping for some fresh fruit or maybe one of Shawn’s pastries.

Honestly, I was hoping for a pastry more than fruit. I should want the fruit, but the pastry is far too delicious not to at least hope for. Closing the door, I jump when there is a man standing on the other side.

My surprise fades instantly because it’s Humble. “You hungry?” he asks.

“I am,” I exhale.

He smiles and closes the distance between us, then wraps his arms around me. He moves forward, my feet carrying me backward until my ass hits the corner of the countertop. Humble’s fingers grip my hips before he picks me up and sets me down on the edge of the counter.

He shifts his face forward, and I feel his lips brush against mine. “I’m fucking starving, baby. I’ll eat first, then I’ll feed you,” he growls against my lips. He grips my shorts and tears them down my legs, tossing them on the floor beside him.

Then he sinks to his knees, and his mouth is between my legs in the next breath. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as my head falls backward. Reaching down, I grip his hair in my hands as he eats me… feasts on me… devours me.

CLINK

Dillion comes, bringing my face closer to her cunt, her hips moving as she rides my face. Fuckin’ shit. She tastes amazing. Just like she always does. Once I feel her body go boneless and relax, I turn my head and touch my lips to the inside of her thigh.

Slowly, I stand to my feet, straightening in front of her. Dillion’s hands leave my hair, settling on my shoulders as I unzip my pants and release my length. If I stroked myself right now, I’d probably come on the fucking floor.

Slowly, I guide myself toward her. The head of my cock presses against her warm, wet entrance. I grip her hips, tugging her closer to the edge of the countertop as I bury myself completely inside of her.

I dip my chin to touch my mouth to hers as I begin to move. Closing my eyes, I moan as I feel her hot, wet pussy wrap around me. She feels so fucking good. Moving slowly, I try not to blow my load too quickly, but I don’t know how much longer I can last.

I’ve never felt this on the edge before. I was inside of her just a few hours ago, but I’m fucking addicted to her. I can’t get enough of the way she feels, the way she tastes.

I want to be inside of her always.

Every fucking minute of every goddamn day.

“Humble,” she exhales against my mouth as my hips shift.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I move. Sliding my hands from her hips to her waist, I hold on, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good. Squeeze your cunt around me.”

Dillon whimpers against my lips, doing exactly what I demanded of her. With a heavy groan, I feel her cunt squeeze me hard.

Fuck. Me.

My hips roll as I move inside of her, my eyes never leaving hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. And mine.”

My control is slipping. It’s hanging on by a fucking thread. Her breath hitches as she continues to squeeze my cock over and over with each stroke. I wish I could hold on long enough to make her come again, but I’m about three pumps from coming.

“Oh shit,” a voice calls out from the doorway.

It’s a woman’s voice, and I know exactly who it is. Clubwhores have all been told to lie low, but she wouldn’t. It’s Firecracker, and right now, she’s the only senior clubwhore we have.

She’s the one in charge of the club. She’s in charge of scheduling the girls for cooking, cleaning, and whatever is needed to run this place. Vixen used to help her, but that ship sailed about the minute we ended her life.

I don’t bother looking behind me because I know she’s already left the kitchen. Dillion gasps, but she squeezes my cock so hard that I think she might actually fucking strangle me.

Then I come.

Her pussy draws it out of me.

Slamming myself inside of her with one last thrust, I stay there as my cock twitches and my balls empty inside of her. Shifting my face forward, I bury my face against the side of her neck and let out a moan.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Fucking hell, baby.”

Dillion’s pants fill the kitchen. Once I catch my breath, I lift my head and look into her eyes. She’s got a smile on her face, one that I know she couldn’t wipe off even if she tried.

“Morning, baby.”

Her eyes dance as she looks at me. “Morning, baby,” she breathes.

Sliding my nose alongside hers, I gently slide out of her, regretting it instantly. I wish I could stay inside of her all fucking day long. She’s sitting on the edge of the counter, legs spread with my cum leaking from inside of her.

Tugging my pants up, I zip and button them before I reach out and extend my index finger toward her center. Sliding my finger through her folds, I collect some of my cum on the end of my finger and then bring it to her mouth.

Without me saying a word, her lips part before I slip my finger inside. I can feel her tongue swirl my finger, tasting me. My cock twitches beneath my jeans. If I could go again right now, I fucking would.

As much as I want to believe that I’m still young, I’m closer to forty than thirty, and I just can’t get it up when the wind blows anymore. I have to wait at least an hour, maybe five.

“Nash said I needed to stay inside until someone told me otherwise?” Dillion asks.

I’m not surprised that Nash told her that. He wants to make sure that nobody gets hurt. And with a price on her head, it’s obvious that someone is out to get my woman. I won’t let that shit happen. She’s had enough shit to last her a lifetime.

No more.

“He’s right. Stay inside, baby. I’ll send someone out to get you some food. And I’ll be talking to Sal, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Her eyes widen. “I didn’t think about Sal,” she murmurs.

“Don’t worry. The club is in partnership with him, so he’ll be cool with it.”

Dillion jumps down from the counter and grabs her panties and shorts from the floor. I watch as she slowly pulls them up her curvy, sexy legs, then gives me a small smile. I want to carry her back up to my bedroom and kiss every fucking inch of her body.

With everything that’s been going on, I don’t feel like we’ve spent any time together. She’s mine, I’m keeping her, and I love fucking her, but I don’t really know her other than what I’ve found out about her.

But right now, she’s scared. I can see it behind her eyes. I’m not going to call her on it because she’s got a reason to be. A big fucking reason. I also don’t want her to know what it is. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she knew, and I want her to be comfortable here, knowing that she is safe with me.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and guide her toward me. Her body presses against mine, and I squeeze my fingers at the base of her neck. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers before sliding my tongue along the seam.

“You’re safe here, baby.”

She exhales but otherwise doesn’t speak. She doesn't have to. Her body relaxes, and that’s all I need to know.

She’s good. She’s safe. She’s mine.