33. Chapter Thirty-Three
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ORA
Two Weeks Later
War comes into the living room with a bag in his hand. After sending him out for my latest craving, I’ve been sitting here watching movies with Lore and the twins.
“You got it.” I beam, licking my lips.
He hands me the chocolate croissant from Lu’s, a jar of pickles, and some sour gummy bears. War kisses me. “Of course I did.”
Placing the pickle jar between my legs, I take a bite of the fresh pastry, moan, and do a little happy food dance that has the men laughing. Then I open the jar and take a drink.
“That is disgusting,” Skull states, but they all keep watching me.
War throws Skull a look that clearly tells him to shut the fuck up.
“It’s delicious,” I immediately argue. I pop a sour gummy bear into my mouth and chew. War stares at my mouth, a hungry gaze in his dark eyes.
I’ve kept to my word, and we haven’t had sex. He drew the line at me not sleeping in his bed every night, though, so we’re both sexually frustrated like an old married couple. His hard cock presses against me all night long. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out, but I know he’s doing all he can to make his divorce official. I should have made it so he could make me come, but we don’t have actual sex. Maybe I could change the terms and conditions?
Lore leans over War and steals some of my candy.
“You’re going to take food from a pregnant woman?” War asks, slapping the back of his head. “The baby wants it.”
Lore points to himself. “This baby wants some too.”
“You can go out and get my next batch of cravings,” I hiss, and Lore just winks.
I roll my eyes when Daisy joins us, sitting between the twins. I think she’s accepted that War isn’t going to touch her again, and now she’s moved on to the other men, which I’m okay with. She throws a few dirty looks in my direction but doesn’t say much otherwise. Her mouth is usually too occupied. The tension in the room picks up, and I know Daisy is likely about to suck them both off casually like it’s just another day in the office. And for her, I suppose it is.
War puts my food on the floor and pulls me onto his lap, covering us with the blanket. “Keep your eyes on the TV.” His lips tease the side of my neck, and I’m so wet that I’m not thinking clearly.
“You remember the rules.”
Lore picks up his phone. “Fuck this, if everyone is getting pussy, so am I.”
Rose appears not even two minutes later and moves to straddle him.
“War,” I warn when his fingers slide under my dress and slip into my panties.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers, kissing the shell of my ear. “Just let me make you come. You need it. But you won’t make a sound because if anyone else hears your sexy little moans, I’m going to have to kill them. You don’t want me to kill Lore or the twins, do you?”
Fuck.
This is so wrong, and I shouldn’t be so turned on.
I’m blaming it on my two weeks of celibacy.
Daisy is now on her knees, pleasing the twins, and Rose is slowly riding Lore on the end of the same couch we are on.
“Can you be quiet like a good girl?” he asks, and I nod, although I don’t know if that’s the truth.
His wet thumb circles over my clit while two of his fingers slide inside to work their magic.
“War,” I whimper, and his fingers stop.
“What did I say about being quiet?” he growls out as I try and grind against him, needing more.
Another moan slips from my mouth. “I can’t.” I pant.
“Fuck it!” War moans, standing with me and taking me straight up to our room. “I’m not letting them see you like this. No one hears those sexy little moans except me. Now you can be as loud as you want.”
He lays me back on the bed, kneels in front of me, and puts his mouth on me, moaning like he’s been missing his favorite meal. He’s hungry. Starving.
And it’s not long until I’m coming in his mouth, and he’s licking it all up.
Then he undresses me and starts from my lips, taking his time. He sucks on my nipples, moaning. “These have gotten bigger. I punched Bones in the stomach for staring at them.”
“I wondered why you did that.” I smirk.
“ Mine ,” he growls out, his voice gravelly.
Then his lips are on me again, and I forget why I’m so mad at him in the first place.
He makes me come four times, but he doesn’t fuck me.
And he doesn’t ask me to return the favor.
“I can’t believe you made me come to a book signing,” he murmurs, standing there and holding my massive pile of books in his hands.
“I didn’t make you come anywhere. You wouldn’t let me leave the house alone,” I remind him.
Today is the Zada Ryan book signing, and I couldn’t be more excited. No one was ruining this for me. I don’t care what biker shit is going on.
The line is long, but War patiently stands with me. I don’t miss the looks he gets from other women. A lot of them check him out, and I can’t blame them. He’s wearing his usual black T-shirt, dark jeans, and biker boots. I told him to leave the cut at home unless he wanted women to take photos with him. He looks like he came off the cover of a sexy biker romance novel.
Zada isn’t here alone—she’s brought her husband along with her and their two teenage sons. Her husband has been a cover model for her, so his shoulder-length blond hair, bright blue eyes, and full lips are familiar. He’s covered in ink, and the way he looks at his wife immediately tells me where she gets her book inspiration from.
Placing my books on the table for her to sign, I’m momentarily speechless.
“War,” Zada’s husband says, lifting his chin.
“Tracker,” War greets, grinning. “Last place I ever thought I’d run into you.”
Zada pushes her glasses up on her face, her thick, dark hair flowing around her shoulders. “Small world.” She smiles at me, opening the first book. “I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.”
“I’d wait all day for you,” I blurt out, and War and Tracker both share an amused glance.
“This is my woman, Ora,” War introduces, and I’ve never loved him more than in this moment. Tracker introduces us to his sons, Brax and Daire, who both have their mom’s dark hair but his blue eyes. They look to be in their late teens and are almost as tall as their dad.
Daire winks at me, and his mom shoots him a scowl. “Ignore them, please. They came here as my assistants, but all they’ve been doing is flirting with the women.”
“Can you blame us?” Brax smirks, flexing his muscles. “Women love bikers.”
“He’s not wrong,” War adds, placing his hand on my lower back. “But this one is mine .”
“She’s beautiful,” Daire adds, licking his bottom lip. “I want an old lady just like you, Ora.”
“Stop hitting on her,” Tracker mutters, slapping the back of his son’s head. “Unless you can take on a man like War and a whole MC behind him, you don’t touch an old lady. And the Wind Dragons aren’t going to fight the Serpents of Chaos because you aren’t acting right.”
Daire winces and clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
War smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Listen to your dad. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for our women.”
I roll my eyes, and I notice Zada doing the same. They are only teenagers, but I sense this is some biker manly life lesson thing going on, so I sidestep them and focus on my favorite author. “I love that you’re also writing fantasy now. Rave is so damn sexy.”
She flashes me a grin. “I’m glad you think so. I like to mix things up. I’m writing a hockey romance right now, actually.”
“I can’t wait to read it.” I beam.
We continue to chat while she signs my books, then we take a photo together, and then she gives me a big hug. “It was so nice to meet you.”
“You too.” She beams with genuine warmth in her dark eyes, then she lowers her voice. “And that man of yours is mighty fine. My next hero might have dark hair and eyes like dark chocolate.”
“I’ll be waiting for it.” I grin.
I can’t stop the wide smile on my face for the rest of the day. “Did you know your favorite romance author was also an old lady?”
“I had no idea.”
But it makes sense. She writes the hottest, bad-boy heroes around.
And now we know where she gets her inspiration.