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That shocked her. “No, I didn’t know. You grew up at a . . . what is this? Motorcycle club headquarters?”
Haze chuckled. “Nah. I mean, yeah, we call it the compound now, but back then, it was just a normal home. I had it renovated when I started the club. My pops taught me and Gideon how to ride, and this was the first home he ever bought. He passed away, so this felt like a good way to honor him.”
“That’s so sweet,” Devyn murmured, and she meant it. She didn’t think Haze had a sweet side, but the more time she spentwith him, the less dangerous he felt, which only made her feel like a fool.
He opened a door and pulled her inside. “What’s sweet is you, Thicka. You think I don’t know how sweet you are? I’ve dreamed of this.” Her entire body heated at his words, but she couldn’t even respond because his next question turned her tongue into jelly. “You gonna let me taste you, love?”
“Yes.” The response came with zero thought or hesitance. She wanted Haze in the worst way, and if she was being really honest with herself, she always had. He scared her, though. For more reasons than one. It wasn’t just that he had a notorious motorcycle club or that he seemed to have dangerous enemies. Haze was a bad boy that intrigued the good girl in her. He tap danced on all her desires and talked to her in ways no other man ever could. He held a world of happy promises in his gaze, and Devyn straight up didn’t know what to do with that.
No sooner had the word left her mouth was she picked up and placed down on a large bed. She didn’t even have time to take in her surroundings fully. She peeped a fireplace and an open door, which looked to be a closet. Other than that, everything spun as she settled onto the bed while Haze undressed her.
In her head, she felt like she shouldn’t be so comfortable under the circumstances, but she felt right at home. She shivered when he touched her naked flesh. Her nipples poked straight up, and Haze pinched one, causing her to hiss.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered before he undressed and climbed into the bed with her.
She noticed more tattoos on his skin, and she wanted to kiss each one, starting with the small one under his eyes, so she did. She kissed his face and then his lips. He thumbed her nipples as his dick strained between them.
“Normally I would do you right and eat your sweet ass pussy until you cry, but I need to feel you, baby. You good with that? Can you let daddy feel you?”
“Y-yes,” and then as an afterthought, she said, “Put on a condom, though.”
He chuckled. “I got you.”
He showed her a gold foil wrapper that was already in his hand. She didn’t know where he even got it from, but she didn’t care. Though they were drunk this time, they both seemed to at least have a little bit of sense about them since the last time they saw each other, and that relieved her. The last thing she needed was baby number two with this man when she had yet to explain about number one.
With impatient motions, he rolled the condom on and then grabbed one of her legs and pinned it to her chest. Slowly, he rocked into her, and Devyn sighed in relief. For the past three years, it was as ifthiswas all she had needed.
Tears clung to her lashes as he stroked her slowly. The way he peered down at her made her wish she could jump inside his mind and see what he saw. Never in her life had she felt such big feelings for someone she barely knew. That scared the hell out of her, but at that moment, she allowed herself to sink into the feelings.
“Why you so pretty when you takin’ this dick? Huh?” Devyn couldn’t respond. Her breath caught in her throat, and her words came out as a long moan instead. “You gonna run from daddy again? Huh?”
“N-no,” she stuttered.
“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. I know you feel this shit. I feel like home to you, baby? Because you damn sure feel like home to me.”
There it was. He had put her feelings into words with no effort. Haze felt exactly like home.
“Y-yes, Haze. Yes, daddy.” A tear slipped out of her eye.
Haze noticed it and kissed it away before he whispered, “I don’t know what I’m doin’, love, but I promise I’ma do right by you. Just don’t run from me again.”
Devyn clung to him instead of giving him a response.
Haze worked her over so well, she came twice before he picked up his pace and came with her on her third orgasm.
They breathed heavily as sleep tugged at her, but a phone vibrating startled her from her thoughts. She panicked for a second, thinking of Hazel, but then she remembered she was with her parents for the night. She was safe.
But what if something’s wrong?
Haze grabbed his phone from the floor and held it up. “Let me take this.”
Relief filled her, and she plopped back down on the bed, too tired to respond.
She heard him whispering about some Blue Boyz or something, but sleep overtook her before she could fully grasp the validity of his conversation.
Sleep was a luxury that Haze apparently couldn’t afford. Last night, after having the best sex he’d ever had, he got a call from one of the men on security detail for one of his warehouses where he kept some of the weapons he moved. It was a smaller warehouse with not that much in it since they’d just had a shipment moved out of there, but apparently, it had been hit by the Blue Boyz.
Casino night had still been in full swing, but Haze had to shut all that shit down so they could ride out. He’d thought about waking Devyn and letting her know he would be back and telling her ass to stay put, but she slept so peacefully. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he opted to lock her inside the room.
