He smirked. She was so damn cute. He never realized what a turn on her innocence would be. “I’m not here for that.”
Sable frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want to be the man to give you pleasure. I want you to remember what I can give you.”
Her lips parted but she said nothing.
He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over the darkening bruise her mother had given her. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sable.”
“Even with my scars?”
“I’m the one who took care of you after you were shot, or don’t you remember that?”
She slid her hands over the muscles on his shoulders until her arms were around his neck. “I remember everything. You were there for me every day. You were my hero.”
Her voice was so damn soft and sweet. The opposite of the women at the club.
“I should have told you my feelings then,” he said. “I was a coward.”
“No, I understand. You don’t have to explain,” she said. “I was born in the club. You’d have been laughed out by the boys if you claimed club pussy as your old lady.”
“You’re too good for me, baby. I’m sorry.”
She combed her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. It felt so damn good.
“Didn’t you come here to claim me? You know I won’t push you away.”
“I don’t know why I came here. I can’t seem to stay away. And the thought of that asshole’s hands on you makes me crazy.”
“I don’t want Hank.”
“Tell me you won’t let him get too close.”
She exhaled. “I promised Forge to play this role. We have to protect the club from Luther Grass.”
“You were out with Hank tonight,” he said against her lips. “If he wanted to come inside, would you have said yes? Sable, fucking tell me you won’t let him cross that line. As far as I’m concerned, you belong to the Hell’s Slaves. You belong to me.”
“But—”
Maybe he’d have to put a bullet in Hank’s fucking head, even if it meant alienating himself from his club. The mere thought of Sable being kissed, touched, fucked, put him into a murderous rage. He’d come here to give her the best first experience of her life. To make things official between them. Dog had been given up at birth. He had a lot of anger built up inside him. Even at forty-six, he’d never been able to break down those walls. Sable was his weakness. She made him feel human. She alone would be able to tame him.
But she refused to put up the same commitment.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all,” he said. “You tell me you’re a virgin, that you’ve been saving yourself. But on the other hand, you’re ready to jump in bed with Hank for the good of the fucking club? I thought you were different than your sister.”
She attempted to slap him but he grabbed her wrist in a tight grip, staring into her eyes.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, Dog. Only you!” Her passion was palpable.
“That’s better.” He kissed her hard, hoisting her up into his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her bare pussy brushed against his stomach and it was going to be torture to walk out of here tonight without fucking her. At least he’d get a taste.
He lowered her body over the bed, her arms still locked around his neck. The desire in the room clouded his logic. Her scent was everywhere. He grinded his hips between her thighs, and she bucked up to meet him thrust for thrust. Her mewling sounds made his cock rock-hard.
Her hands were all over him, exploring, testing his muscles. He’d do anything for her.
“Dog, make love to me, please.”
When she reached down for his cock, trying to slip her hand into his boxers, he secured her wrist by her head. He was good at denying himself, but not that damn good.