Chapter 9

9

T he last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of fucking the prez behind his wife’s back. She was coming around the clubhouse a lot more lately, probably because she’d smelled my perfume on his clothes, but she wasn’t going to catch him in the act.

One, Elijah was too damn sneaky for his own good, and two, no one in this club was going to rat him out – not one of the women and certainly not one of the brothers that wore a cut on his back.

Our loyalty lied with the president, no matter how fucked up he was.

I leaned over the table to wipe down the other side, too lazy to walk around. Everyone was still asleep, but I hadn’t been able to get any rest last night. I’d tossed and turned until I finally said fuck it around four A.M., got a shower, and came down here to start cleaning things up from the night before.

I was torn over this shit with Elijah. He was married , for fuck’s sake. What in the hell was I thinking, continuously letting him take me to bed and fuck me in positions I hadn’t even known my body could move into?

I knew the right thing to do would be to cut him off, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I finally got the courage, he’d aim that fucking smile at me, and I melted. My armor and defenses completely fell away, and I let that man do whatever he wanted to my body, not even giving a fuck that he was wrecking my heart more and more along the way.

But he’d kept to his word. He hadn’t touched another woman. I would know because I heard everything within these walls. Besides, every moment he wasn’t dealing with club shit or fighting with his wife, he was either inside of me or asleep beside me.

Last night, he’d been stuck in his room upstairs with his wife because she was being a royal bitch and wouldn’t leave.

And that’s what had kept me up. I was laying in my own bed, wondering if he was fucking her, too, even though he swore to me numerous times he wasn’t touching her again.

But he cheated on her with me. Who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to me?

To most of these men, pussy was pussy. Didn’t give a fuck where they got it from.

I jumped in surprise when I felt Elijah slide his hands over my hips. “You’ve been scrubbing that same spot for the last five minutes now,” he rumbled in my ear. “What’s got you worked up, doll?”

You .

I shook my head. “Nothing,” I mumbled instead of the true answer. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. I didn’t get much rest last night.”

He turned me around to face him. A frown pulled at his lips. He hadn’t shaved yet, and dark stubble covered his jaw. It made him look even more rugged and dangerous, and I loved the look on him.

Couldn’t help but imagine what that stubble would feel like between my thighs, too.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” he asked me.

I huffed and tossed the rag I was cleaning with over into the soapy bucket of water I’d been using. “Did you sleep with her?” I quietly asked him.

He shook his head, understanding passing over his features. “No, babe. I slept in my fucking recliner. My goddamn back is killing me.”

I relaxed in his hold. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “That’s what kept you up all night?” he asked me. He tugged me to him. “I gave you my word, Olivia.”

“You gave your wife your word, too,” I mumbled.

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. We had our own vows, and I did not promise fidelity to her.”

I jerked my head up to look at him. He shrugged at me. “What?” he asked. “The fuck do I look like promising not to fuck around on her, and I could barely stand her? I married her as a favor to her parents – nothing more.”

I cocked my head to the side. It wasn’t my business to ask why that favor had been asked, so I didn’t even bother. I just filed it away into the things that I didn’t need to know.

“Will you ever promise fidelity to a woman?” I questioned him.

He inclined his head to me. “I’m promising fidelity to you, aren’t I? I haven’t broken my word. The only place my dick has been is either in my hand, your mouth, your ass, or your cunt, doll.”

My pussy tingled at his words. A smirk tilted his lips. “That turn you on, baby?” he asked me, his voice dropping an octave.

I licked my lips. He leaned his head forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. A shiver raced down my spine. “I’ve been craving you all goddamn night,” he rumbled in my ear. He slid his hand between my legs, cupping me through my shorts. “Been wanting to fill this tight cunt with my cock. Fucking had to jack off like a teenage boy again last night, imagining those fucking lips wrapped around me.”

I moaned. He sucked lightly on the lobe of my ear. “Tell me you want me, doll,” he rasped into my ear. “Tell me how badly you want me to fill you up. I’ll fuck you right here on this table, baby. Just fucking tell me.”

“I want you bad,” I whimpered. I grabbed his face, bringing it to mine. “I want you everywhere .”

His lips smashed onto mine, cutting off anything else I was going to say to him.