12. Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
ORA
“What happened with you and Haze last night?” I ask Lu. We’re sitting on my couch, eating snacks and talking shit, debriefing everything that happened at our first club party. We both have face masks on, our hair in messy buns, and we’re in our bathrobes. A romantic comedy plays in the background, but I’m too nosey and wanting gossip that it’s hard to pay attention.
She groans and scrubs her hand down her face. “While you went off with War, I walked up to the stage and tried to flirt with him.”
My eyes widen. Lu has always been an incredibly confident woman, so I shouldn’t be so surprised she took control like that, but I am. She usually makes men work for it. “And?” I press, knowing there’s more to the story.
“And… he rejected me ,” she replies, rushing the last three words and pursing her lips. “So I walked away and ignored him for the rest of the night. Flirted with Blade, who is really cute, I might add, and then Haze said he wanted to take me home.”
“Did anything happen?”
She shakes her head. “No, nothing. He barely spoke to me on the drive. But here’s the thing… I know Haze. Well, I know him as Hayden. I haven’t seen him in years.”
I sit forward, grabbing my mask as it almost slips from my face. “Wait, what?”
She nods, wincing. “I used to be best friends with his sister growing up. I always had the biggest crush on him. They used to live next door to me. When I was about sixteen, they moved away, and I lost contact with his sister, Aspen.”
“So you haven’t seen him in how long?” I ask, brow furrowing as I do the math. “Thirteen years?”
“Yeah. I almost didn’t recognize him. Bones told me his name was Haze, but I knew he looked familiar. You know what the worst part is? I threw myself at him just before he moved away. He rejected me then, and he rejected me now. Seriously, I hope I never see him again.”
“He refused to let Blade take you home,” I muse, wishing I knew what was going through his head.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Some misplaced responsibility since he used to always look after us back in the day,” she guesses, shrugging. “Why did I have to go up to that stage and make a fool of myself like that?”
“Lu, you’re a beautiful woman. Smart. Talented. A successful business owner. Any man would be lucky to have you. And if Haze doesn’t see it, then another man will. Blade looked like he was really into you.”
“Yeah, I definitely need some dick,” she murmurs, lifting her cup of coffee to her lips.
“Well, you now have access to a whole clubhouse full of… that .” We smirk at each other.
“Did Haze sing back then?” I ask, settling back into the couch.
She nods, her green eyes flickering. “Yeah, he did. And he played guitar. I used to be able to hear it through his open window at night as I was falling asleep.”
Okay, that’s pretty damn sweet, but I’m not going to say that.
“Small fucking world,” I mutter, and she expels a deep sigh.
“Tell me about it. Last place I thought I’d run into my childhood crush, only to be told he fucks anything that walks. Apparently, anything except me.” She groans, playing with the end of her ponytail.
“Have you ever been turned down before?”
“No,” she replies. We share a look and then start laughing.
“Maybe you needed to be humbled,” I tease, and she throws a cushion at me.
I’m about to retaliate when we hear a knock at the door. “You expecting anyone?”
I shake my head. “No, maybe it’s the delivery man.” I pause when I get to the door, realizing what I’m wearing, but hey, he’s seen me in worse. But when I open the door, I come face-to-face with War.
He takes in my face mask and robe, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s a little concerning that my dick is still getting hard seeing you even when you look like this.”
“War!” I whisper-yell, and he laughs.
“Who is it?” Lu calls out.
“It’s War,” I reply, opening the door wider. “I didn’t hear your bike.”
“I took the truck,” he explains, stepping inside and running his thumb across my mouth, the only thing besides my eyes not covered by the mask. “I want you at the clubhouse with me tonight.”
“Okay,” I reply, brow furrowing. “Is everything okay?”
He nods and brushes my lips with his, but an unnamed emotion flickers in his dark eyes.
“I was about to head home anyway,” Lu replies, standing up and picking up her bag. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“You sure?” I ask her, not wanting her to leave early just because War dropped in. Chicks before dicks and all that. “War can wait if you want to stay longer.”
She gives me two air kisses, her face mask still on. “I’m sure, but I need to sort my life out.”
“Going to need more than a day for that.”
She slaps my arm and grins up at War. “See you later.”
I take a quick shower, and War is sitting on my bed when I reenter the room, leaning back on his elbows. His hungry gaze takes me in from head to toe. “Drop the towel, Ora.”
When he uses that commanding tone, it sends a shot of pleasure straight to my clit. The fluffy white towel falls to the floor, leaving me bare in front of him. The look in his eyes, so hungry and in awe at my body, makes me feel confident, so I strut toward him and get down on my knees, looking up at him.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, cupping my face and kissing me. He gets his cock out, and my tongue peeks out to lick his head before I swirl it around. “Hands behind your back.”
I slowly suck him as deep as I can take him, twisting my arms behind me. He slides his fingers against my head and fists my hair, using it to gently control me as I suck him. When he’s about to come, he lifts me off him, pushes me back onto the carpet, and spreads my thighs, dipping his head and tasting me until I’m screaming his name. Then he sits back on the edge of the bed, with me straddling him. War does most of the work, lifting my hips up and down, my pussy so wet that every thrust feels so fucking good. My head falls back as he sucks on my nipples, another orgasm hitting me when he bites down. This time, he joins me, gripping my nape and forcing me to look at him. We don’t break eye contact.
It’s intense.
It’s personal.
He doesn’t need to say it, but we’re falling for each other. I see it in how he looks at me and treats me.
We rest our foreheads against each other, catching our breath.
“Now I need another shower. And then we need to go to the store because I might as well cook if I’m going to stay at the clubhouse again.”
He buries his face in my neck and sucks on my skin. “Don’t shower. If you’re cooking for all those assholes, I want my cum dripping out of you while you do it.”
“I cook for those assholes because they are your assholes,” I remind him, and he lifts his face to scan mine.
They are his club brothers, his family.
He places the sweetest kiss on my lips. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You know what my mother used to say?”
“What?”
“Looks fade, hunger doesn’t.”
It takes me a moment, but then I throw my head back and laugh. He watches my every move so closely.
His eyes light up, and a small smile plays on his mouth. “I think I’ve won at life… you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You feed all of my hungers,” he rasps, his eyes gentling.
“Who knew you had such a sweet side?” I whisper.
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, right?” he murmurs, pushing my hair off my face. “You trust me?”
I nod. “I trust you.”
“Good.”
And then he lays me back on the bed and shows me what else he’s good at.