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The ache between her thighs intensified and she cursed. She would love to take the edge off, but Rogue’s threat stopped her. She could do it, and he wouldn’t know, but she would know. Plus, it would make the orgasms that much hotter when she finally had him inside her later.
She bit back a moan and turned away from the bed. She needed to get changed, strip the bed, put on new sheets, and clean up a bit. Maybe once she did that, she’d be able to put the thought of Rogue in that bed with her, pounding hard and fast inside her, out of her mind.
Her phone buzzed, and she grabbed it, seeing Rogue had sent her a message.
Rogue: Touch that pussy and I’ll make sure I live up to my promise. Be a good girl and wait until I can take away that ache tonight.
She cursed and wondered how the hell he knew. She glanced around. He better have not put a camera or something in here, she thought angrily.
Scarlett: What makes you think I was thinking about it?
Rogue: Because I’m still rock fucking hard, which means you’re probably still wet as hell and it’s driving me nuts that I can’t taste you right now.
Heat blazed in her core and images of just how hard he was flashed in her mind. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t tiny either. More thick and girthy.
Scarlett: Stop texting me so I can get stuff done or I’ll take care of this little problem myself and you can suffer with blue balls for a few more days.
She snickered to herself, knowing she was poking the bear. That would teach him to leave her horny with no relief. Best to set that expectation now. She set to work on getting changed and then stripping the sheets off her bed. When she went to grab fresh ones from the linen closet, she saw a message on her phone. She grinned when she saw it was Rogue, but then lost her smirk when she saw his message. Uh oh, looked like she was in trouble.
Rogue: Keep pushing me, Scarlett, and your ass is going to pay the price.
She should probably be nervous about that, but anticipation fired in her belly. She might be new to this, but she already knew that whatever he punished her with, she was going to enjoy it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
ROGUE
He walked into Church and found most of his brothers already there. He nodded and sat down, not bothering to look at any of them. The text exchange between him and Scarlett had him in a far better mood, even if he was hard and full of anticipation to get her alone later tonight.
As the final few brothers filed in, he noted them casting him wary looks. Apparently, they weren’t sure if he was going to go off again. Not that he cared. Bastards needed a reminder now and then of what happened when you pissed him off.
Savage finally banged his gavel and announced, “Alright, brothers, it seems that we have a new problem to handle.” He looked around the table. “Rogue has himself a woman and—”
“Say what now?” Ink barked, mouth dropping open in shock.
Rogue gave him a cool stare. “Fuck off,” he said calmly, though actually irritated that most of his brothers looked like Savage had just announced he was no longer going to ride a bike but a tricycle.
“Is it that librarian chick?” Ink asked. “The one with a nice ass that was at the shop the other day?”
Rogue snarled at him. “Her ass is off limits,” he snapped.
Ink held up his hands placatingly. “No need to get all territorial, brother. Just stating a fact. But I guess you just answered my question.”
“There was some issue going on with her and her daughters, wasn’t there?” Ice asked curiously.
Savage nodded. “Code has already figured out that the girls are not biologically related to Scarlett, but she is taking care of them. Now, some more information has come to light, and it could affect the club, so we need to be prepared.” He looked at Rogue. “I’ll leave it up to you what information you want to divulge.”
Rogue was grateful for that. He wanted his brothers to know the dangers, but he doubted Scarlett or the girls would appreciate him going into great details.
“I found out last night that Scarlett and the girls were victims of sex trafficking. Three years ago, Scarlett was taken and held for a couple of weeks, but the girls were abducted at the age of ten and kept captive for two years.” The room went deathly silent, but the tension and anger that filled it was thick. “Scarlett and the girls managed to escape, just before the girls were sold to some government asshole who wanted twin slaves.”
“Motherfucker,” Razor spit, jaw clenched tight, and hands fisted on the table.
“They know who?” Steel asked quietly, gaze flinty.
Rogue shook his head. “No name that they can remember. Scarlett knew she had to get them out, so they broke out that night and they ran. Two marines, one retired, have been helping them since. The longest they’ve stayed in one place is here. They seem to think that the traffickers aren’t after them anymore because the men who rescued them haven’t heard any more chatter about anyone trying to find them.”
“Doubtful,” Doc said sadly. “Especially if this is someone higher up in government. They’ll have the money to keep the search going for as long as it takes.”
