Chapter Fifteen
Dutch walked in his back door. The amused look on the few men’s faces told him something was up.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Your woman is with her friends again, and they’re partying,” Ghost said and then laughed.
Dutch pinched the bridge of his nose. Since they got back, his woman and the Devil’s Sons’ women FaceTimed on their laptops.
While they were on the call, they usually drank or got stoned or both.
Dutch had no idea when or where Naya got the pot, and she wouldn’t tell him.
He suspected she’d brought a bunch home with her, but she wouldn’t tell him where she hid it, and he hadn’t been able to find it.
The alcohol she got from the stash he had in the house. When he tried to lock it up, he’d come home to a cabinet door that had been pried open and the lock broken.
Jesus Christ. Where had his sweet, innocent woman gone? He wouldn’t admit it to her, but he was secretly thrilled when she disobeyed him because she knew she’d be punished, and she kept doing it.
The first few times, he’d tried to tell Fury to control the women in his club, that they were turning his woman into a rebellious little brat. All Fury had said was, “You’re welcome,” laughed, and hung up—the bastard.
Dutch made it to their room, opened the door, and found Naya on her stomach on the bed, the laptop propped up against the pillow so she could see the girls’ faces as she smoked the small joint in her hands.
The fact that she wore a small, tight t-shirt and white panties made his cock harden painfully.
The shadow of her ass crack had drops of cum slide from his cock.
Dutch could see five of the girls from Fury’s club, and they all seemed drunk or stoned or both.
“Uh-oh,” Chelsea said and pointed over Naya’s shoulder.
Naya rolled to her back and grinned. “Hi, babe.”
He tried to scowl. “I thought we discussed this behavior before.” His teeth snapped together when the other girls laughed hysterically.
“Yeah, Naya,” Tara said. “You’re such a bad girl.”
Naya laughed so hard, tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s time to say goodbye to your friends.”
“But we’ve only been talking for an hour,” Naya complained.
“You can talk to them again in a few days. It seems we have to go over the rules again,” Dutch said.
That set off the girls again. His eyes narrowed when he heard one of them say that he was turning into a stick-in-the-mud. Fuck, he was sounding like her father and not the brutal biker he was. Jesus, he was turning into a pussy.
“Off the call now,” he growled.
Naya rolled her eyes, making him grit his teeth.
“I’ve got to go, guys. My man’s being a fun-hater again,” Naya said, setting off the other ladies.
They all said bye before Naya closed the laptop. She rolled to her back again and smiled. “Hi, honey, how was your day?”
He reached over his back, gripped his t-shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it aside. The rest of his clothing was shed quickly, and then he was on her. Dutch kissed her as he tore her clothing from her body.
“Wait!” she cried out, holding the joint in the air. “The joint.”
He lifted it from her hands, took a puff, and set it on the ashtray at the end of the bed.
“What do you think should happen?” he asked as he placed biting kisses on her neck and shoulder.
“We should make love,” she said.
“Oh, we’ll be doing that. But don’t you think something should happen before that?”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Yes, foreplay.”
“Fuck, you’re extra sassy tonight, aren’t you?” he said.
“I don’t believe so.” She began kissing his face and neck.
He almost laughed. Damn, she was feisty. “What the fuck do I have to do to get you to behave?”
She stared at him for a moment and then grinned. “You can try, but I’m betting it’s not going to help much.”
He rolled his eyes and lowered his head. “We’ll see, babe.”
She snorted. “Yes, we will.”
For the next several hours, he fucked her in every way possible. When he was in her ass, he made sure to make it burn, but to his astonishment and delight, that only made her hotter. This woman was turning into everything he’d ever dreamed of and more, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
The End
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