Page 52 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Sweat glistened on his face and muscles, making him irresistible. “Just give me a few seconds to recover, and I’ll go as many times as you want.”
“No,” I chuckled. “Stop it. I want to know where you went. I thought I’d have you for myself the whole five days.”
“That was the plan, but now I need to shift gears to get everything done in those two weeks.”
“And by everything you mean…?” I’d never asked about what he did or would do in the gang. But now that he was going to leave, it wouldn’t hurt to get some details.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about a thing. Leave it all to me.”
His lips were on my nipple as his fingers fluttered between my folds. Not fair. “At least, tell me who you’re going to leave The Night Skulls to. Beth?”
Suddenly, he stilled. Then his head lifted from my breast and stared at me. “Every time you call Mama by her real name, I’m shocked as if I didn’t know she shared it with you. I still can’t get past her revealing it to you like that.”
“That woman would do anything for you, Dusty. We both know that.”
“So you like Mama now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Like?” That woman was a psychopath, and if it weren’t for the fact that I was the only one who knew where Dusty had been at that time, she would have probably tortured me a lot worse than Roar had. “She saved my life and yours, for that she’ll always have my gratitude and respect.”
He cackled. “Fair enough.”
“Sure she’s no fan of mine either. I mean I’ll always be the woman who kidnapped her son.”
“Best time of my life.” His mouth and fingers returned with a vengeance, blowing my fucking mind.
I bit my lip, shuddering. “Stop distracting me and answer the question.” No matter how easy it was to lose myself and melt with Dusty, I needed to know.
Besides, if we got started again, we’d never stop, and I had to be in class in a couple of hours.
“No. Not Mama,” he mumbled, not leaving my now engorged nipple.
“Seriously?”
His looked up at me, giving me a multiple, quick flicks with his tongue before he released my breast with a pop. “She won’t be happy about it, but putting her in command could start an unnecessary riot inside the gang. Not to mention the other chapters. After what she did to Roar, they weren’t very pleased.”
I took a moment to let it all sink in. How casually he would mention the killing of his father by the hand of his own mother took me by surprise every time. “So who’s going to be the next Night Skulls’ President?”
6. Cameron
In the next couple days, I learned Dusty hadn’t decided yet who was going to be his successor. That was why he had this meeting with his VP.
Rush.
An older guy and Roar’s previous second hand.
I’d never set foot in Rosewood after that horrible time when Roar had taken me, but from Dusty’s description, I knew who Rush was.
After Beth shot the son of a bitch, I had a glimpse of The Night Skulls that day. There were some who were in shock, others who were about to gang on Beth, but there was this one man everybody listened to. I didn’t know at the time if he was the sound of reason in that God-forsaken place or he was just Team Beth. Either way, he stopped the inevitable bloodbath with only his words.
I was shocked to know now he’d been Roar’s second hand, and more shocked he was Dusty’s VP.
“Why on earth would you make him your vice president?” I asked, unable to keep my mouth shut any longer.
Dusty ran a hand through his wet hair, nothing covering his body but a towel around his waist. “What do you mean?”
“That man, Rush, must have ulterior motives to behave like that back then. He was either after the presidency or he had a thing for Beth. Or both. In all cases, he can’t be trusted.”
He stared at me for a second. Then a pale smile stretched his lips.
