Chapter 28

28

T anner was on a fucking rampage, and I was the one she was venting to since I knew how she felt.

Dawson had staked a claim on her in front of every member of the club before he strode into the chapel for church a few minutes ago.

She scrubbed at a ring on the table beside the one I was wiping down. Anger burned in her eyes. “Can you believe the fucking audacity of that asshole?” she sneered.

I sighed. “These men work in mysterious ways,” I reminded her. “Hell, Elijah staked a claim on me, and he was fucking married .” That shit still made me a bit bitter.

Tanner huffed. “Fucking men. Like, he wants me all to himself, but is he going to keep his dick out of every other bitch here that wants to fuck him?”

I didn’t have an answer for her because unfortunately, not even old ladies had any say-so in what their men did. Even I just had to have faith that Elijah wouldn’t fuck around on me.

Though, considering how much my man loved to be between my thighs, I doubted I’d ever have that issue.

I sighed. “Just got to go along with it, Tanner,” I softly reminded her. “It’s that or leave the club.” I reminded her. Her face screwed up in distaste. For whatever reason, she wasn’t keen on leaving this club, and I knew it had nothing to do with Dawson.

Poor woman was hiding from something.

I moved on to the next table as Tanner pondered my words. I sprayed bleach on it and was wiping it down when the chapel doors opened. I looked up, watching as the men filed out, my man the last one to emerge from the room.

He narrowed his eyes at me when he saw that I was cleaning. I frowned and set down the cloth and spray bottle in my hand, my heart thumping wildly in my chest as he stormed in my direction. “The fuck are you doing, Olivia?” he demanded.

Now, I was extremely confused. “I’m cleaning,” I told him in a sort of duh tone.

I squeaked in shock when he knelt and threw me over his shoulder, striding for the stairs. “Elijah!” I yelled. “Put me down! What in the hell did I do?!”

He smacked my ass, and I squeaked in shock, biting my lip to also hold back my moan. I didn’t get an answer from him. Instead, when we stepped inside our room, he set me on my feet and kicked the door shut before turning his dark gaze on me.

“Strip. On your knees.”

Obediently, I did as he ordered, my pussy now soaked. I was already wet from him throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my ass, but when he went into this dom mode he had, I was more than ready for him to pummel the fuck out of my cunt.

As soon as I was naked, I dropped down to my knees for him. He stripped out of his own clothes before gripping his massive cock, stroking it a few times as he stared down at me, running his eyes over my tits. They were heaving up and down as I breathed, my body more than ready for whatever he was about to do to me.

Finally, he gripped my hair, tilting my head back some. “Open.”

I parted my lips, and he slid his thick shaft into my mouth. I moaned and reached up, gripping the end of his cock, swallowing him down as much as I could. Then, I proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of his life, my mouth making slurping noises as I bobbed my head back and forth, moaning when he tightened his hand in my hair.

“God, I fucking love your mouth,” he rasped, his dark, glittering gaze on mine.

I massaged his balls in response, rubbing my thighs together as I worked on getting him off. He moaned, his eyes momentarily shutting before he snapped them back open. “I’m going to cum down your throat, doll. Swallow it like the greedy little bitch you are.”

Hot spurts of his seed spilled down my throat. I greedily drank him down, not letting a single drop slip from my lips. He pulled out afterward and dragged me up to my feet, his mouth covering mine, not even giving a shit that his cock had just been stuffed in my mouth.

“Your mouth is a gift from God,” he swore.