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Liam
With my hand fisted in Pandora’s hair, I held her in place as I shot my load down her throat. I let out a deep groan of satisfaction as she gagged, unable to breathe. Fuck, I had needed that. She was by far the best cocksucker we had at the club.
Slowly I released her hair, then let my hand drop to the armrest of the leather office chair I was sitting in behind my desk. Pandora looked up at me, clearly pleased with herself as tears ran down the sides of her face, and she wiped the mess off her mouth.
I patted her cheek. “Thanks,” I told her.
She gave me a sultry smile and stood up. “Anytime.”
Closing my eyes, I laid my head back and waited for the door to close behind her. That was one of the best things about Pandora. She wasn’t clingy or needy. She sucked my cock like a whore and then went back to work. Not all the girls who worked at Devil’s were like that. Some wanted on my cock because they wanted the power they thought would come with it.
I opened my eyes and reached to tuck my dick back in my jeans and zip them up, then glanced at the time. If I didn’t leave now, I was gonna be late, and I still needed to change into something else. The doctor I’d been casually dating for a little over a month had asked me to attend a fundraising event with her tonight for the children’s wing of the hospital. It wasn’t formal, and the children were attending, so I’d agreed.
She was nice enough, and she was too damn busy to be clingy. There were no demands for something exclusive, and that made dating her easy. Sure, there were things about her that I wasn’t crazy about, but she was gorgeous, successful, and independent. She didn’t need me to take care of her.
The vanilla sex, however, wasn’t the best, and I had been sending for Pandora and the use of her mouth more often lately. Hell, I’d even bent Bellatrix over the bar last week and fucked her after she arrived for work, flirting with me and offering her cunt to release any of my stress. I’d sworn I wasn’t going to fuck any of the girls again after that. How was I ever going to settle down if I couldn’t keep my dick out of the strippers? I had to stop it.
I’d told Madeline about the doctor, and she’d been fucking giddy. Happy that I was seeing someone that I could have a future with. If I could get past the boring sex, then, yeah, maybe.
Standing up, I shrugged off my cut and went to hang it on the hook beside the door, then tugged my shirt over my head and went to get the long-sleeved dark blue oxford shirt I’d brought to wear. The jeans were staying, and so were the boots.
Once I had the shirt buttoned up and tucked in, I went to the desk to grab the brush I kept in the drawer and pulled my hair back neatly, then used the black hair tie to secure it at the nape of my neck. My eyes went to the pack of cigarettes I had hidden in there. I was trying to cut back, but just in case, I tapped one out and stuck it in the pocket of my shirt before heading to the door.
Tex was starting up the stairs as I came down them. His mouth quirked in amusement as he looked at me. “Damn, Prez. You look almost respectable. Date with the sexy doc?”
He was having too much fun with the idea of me dating a doctor.
I grunted in response.
“I was wondering why you drove the Charger in today,” he said.
Until I’d started dating the doctor, I rarely drove my Charger. I was always on my Harley unless I had to go get my oldest grandson. But seeing as how I didn’t put women on the back of my bike, I always took the Charger on our dates.
“Make sure the club is closed up tonight before you leave and try not to need me,” I told him.
He nodded. “Planning on it. Country is coming in tomorrow, and I’m headed to Miami.”
I knew he’d be going back to The Judgment sanctuary soon. He’d been here two weeks, and he never stayed this long at a time.
“Okay,” I replied, walking past him. “I got my phone on me if shit comes up.”
“Keep the ringer on this time,” he called out, and I paused.
“That was one fucking time,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Well, that one time, all hell broke loose, and you were needed.”
He was never going to let me forget it either, and he would never know that my phone hadn’t been on silent at first. I’d put it on silent after the first time he called, and then I’d placed it upside down so I wouldn’t be disturbed.
“You handled it,” I replied.
“If that’s what you want to call it. You ever gonna tell me where you were?”
I started for the door. “No,” I snarled, then shoved open the back entrance to get away from Tex and his nosy questioning.
He had called me just as I ripped the top off the gorgeous brunette bartender I’d given a ride to. I hadn’t been going to let anything or anyone keep me from stripping her naked and sinking my cock into her cunt.
All the shivering and squirming she’d done on the back of my bike had been impossible to ignore. I’d been so goddamn hard when I got to the motel where she was staying that when she invited me in, I no longer gave a fuck that she was too young for me.
I’d taken her like a crazed man who couldn’t get enough. Several times.
Shaking my head, I tried to push away the memories of her plump ass bouncing while I slammed into her and she begged me to do it harder.
I jerked the car door open with more force than necessary and climbed inside. Staying away from that bar and that girl had been damn near torture, but I’d done it, and I would continue to do it. She was trouble.
I was supposed to be at my date’s house in ten minutes, and I didn’t need to show up with a hard-on from thoughts of another woman.
“God, that was tedious and exhausting.”
I glanced over at the doctor as she closed her eyes with her head lying back on the seat.
She’d been impressive tonight. Everyone had seemed to adore her. The woman knew how to charm a room.
“The whiskey was good,” I said because other than that, I didn’t have much else to say about it.
The event had been a lot of wealthy, uppity, educated folks trying to outdo each other. No one seemed to remember it was about the kids. I’d had nothing in common with any of them.
She laughed. “That’s good. I wish I’d drunk some. I’ve had a shitty day, and this month is going to be trying on me.”
Her job seemed stressful, not that we talked about it much. Maybe she did, but she talked a lot, and I tended to zone out.
“What’s happening this month?”
She rolled her head over to the side to face me as I drove toward her house. “Did I ever tell you about my sister?”
We had talked very little about her family. Unless it was one of those times I had zoned out.
I shook my head, seeing as she didn’t seem to remember.
“Well, she’s a disaster. Our father spoiled her. She was always his favorite. She got everything she wanted. Like the bigger room even though I was five years older than her. He called her baby, but no endearments for me. Even on his death bed, it was her name he whispered on his last breath.” She sighed heavily. “Her spoiled life led to her dropping out of college. Dating this rich guy since high school who won’t ever marry her. She was just his easy fuck. She can’t keep a job, and the one she has now is a shitty one. Anyway, her rich boyfriend dumped her again, and she basically demanded that I give her a place to stay. I’m giving her a month.”
She sounded like a bitch.
“You’re more generous than I’d have been.”
“Mom died two years ago, and she didn’t even come to the funeral. She called me, and that was it. Nothing else. Then, she shows up on my doorstep with her suitcases like I should kiss her feet that she came to see me.”
Who doesn’t come to their mother’s funeral? Jesus.
“I worked so hard in school to get scholarships, and then I got student loans. I busted my ass through medical school while she was off, traipsing around, never visiting Mom or me. Sleeping with that boyfriend for his money. It would have broken our dad’s heart to see what she’d turned out to be.”
Their father had clearly ruined her by having a favorite.
“Seems like he chose the wrong daughter,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s what Mom use to say,” she replied with a sad smile on her face.
I pulled into the driveway of her three-story home. It was massive for just one person, but she’d explained she bought it with her future family in mind. The thought of my living here and having a family with her, however, wasn’t appealing. I liked my farmhouse and land. But if I listed out the pros and cons of settling down with her, the pros side would win.
“I’d invite you inside, but, well, she’s in there. Probably eating all my food and lying in the living room, watching television like she owns the place.”
I should feel disappointment that there would be no sex with her tonight, but I was more relieved than anything. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips. She smelled expensive, and I liked that. Her lips were a little hard from the filler she’d just had injected into them, but her minty breath was nice.
“Good night,” I said as I ended the kiss.
“Good night, Liam. Thanks for tonight.”
I nodded my head. “My pleasure.”
I waited until she made it to the door. I should have probably walked her to it, but I wasn’t thinking. I’d been ready for her to get out so I could go home and enjoy a quiet evening on my front porch with Ozzy—my Great Dane—and a beer.