Chapter 30

The next morning arrived with another nearly sleepless night passing as my thoughts were centered on Torin.

After we'd made love, he'd become distant, avoiding any eye contact. Climbing on his bike, he'd helped me climb on behind him, Then with a small shake of his head, he'd started the engine and we'd headed back toward the compound without another word passing between us. The longer the silence grew between the more used I'd felt.

When we'd reached the compound, he'd brought the bike to a stop. Remaining seated, he'd offered a hand to help me dismount. Afterward, he growled, "I fuckin' screwed up. I should have never been with you," then shifting the bike into gear, he roared off, leaving me shredded and pissed off.

My anger carried me through the rest of the night and most of the next morning, his words reverberating over and over within my head as I tended bar.

After splashing whiskey into a tumbler, I pushed it at Houseshoe, then, setting the bottle back in its place, I hissed, "Use me again, asshole. See what you get!"



Rook, who was tending bar beside me, glanced in my direction. "You say somethin'?"

"Nah, just talking to myself," I muttered.

With a quick nod, he went back to making a whiskey sour for one of the Mama's.

~~

Two hours later, I was still licking my wounds when I heard a commotion outside the bar area, and glancing up, my mouth dropped open when I took in Torin's appearance.

His shirt had been pulled loose from his jeans, and was missing a few buttons. The usual smooth and silky appearance of his hair was nowhere in sight, and he was marching Jax across the room.

"Ah, little boy piss his pants in fear?" Pigsty teased at seeing the wet condition of Jax's clothing.

"Shut the fuck up, Pigsty," Jax snarled, trying to jerk loose of Torin's hold. "I didn't piss my pant's. This Jackass threw me in the slough."

At Jax's words, Torin pulled Jax's arm up even further, twisting it behind his back. However, Jax didn't seem to get the hint. Showing more of his lack of common sense, Jax attempted pulling away from Torin again. With a jerk, Torin took him to the ground, burying his knee in Jax's stomach.

Jax hissed, then snapped, "What the fuck, man?"

"Open your mouth again, motherfucker," Torin snarled. Then digging his knee in a little deeper, he growled, "You're fucking lucky I didn't slit your goddamn throat. You and I will discuss it later, but right now, I'm too fucking pissed."

Jax's face paled, and all the fight drained out of him. "I'm sorry dude. I had no idea that's the way the wind blew."

They were talking in riddles, but whatever had gone down, Torin was livid.

Lifting Jax off the floor, Torin began shoving the other man toward Burdock's office, loudly slamming the office door shut behind him.

A few minutes later, Torin reemerged from the office, minus Jax, and looking in my direction, he gestured at me that he wanted me to follow him.

Unsure of what he'd need from me, as it seemed he'd made his feelings pretty damn clear yesterday, I hesitated, then made my way out from behind the counter.

As I reached his side, Torin curled his fingers around my arm, and began pulling me across the common room and down the hall. Afterward, opening the door to his room, he pushed me inside, following right behind me.

Shutting the door, he grasped me about the waist and jerked me against him. "Let me clarify what I meant last night. I realized too late how it sounded. What I meant was I fucked up, taking you without protection, and for that, I'm damn sorry. But goddamn, you do things to me that aren't normal. You make me want things I shouldn't want. Crave things I shouldn't crave." Then, head swooping down, he bit at my lips before pulling the bottom one into his mouth as he growled, "Damn, but you're like a fucking drug, and I'm your addict!"

Claiming my mouth in a possessive kiss, he pushed his hand up under my shirt and shoving aside my bra, he cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple into a hardened peak with his thumb. "Tell me to stop," he breathed, voice a deep groan.

Moaning, I panted, "I should, because you're an ass for leaving me to think what I did."

With another groan, Torin picked me up and pushed me against the wall. Holding me there with a knee planted between my legs, he pushed my shirt up out of his way. At the sight of my breasts, beaded and begging for his touch, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "Ass or not, you want me," he stated, before pulling a nipple into his mouth.

Shuddering as he bit and pulled at the pebbled flesh with his teeth, I pushed it further into his mouth. A whimper ripped loose from me, and I squirmed against the leg my vulva rode.

Grasping my hips, Torin helped rock me on his thigh, allowing me a deeper, longer action against its hardness. As I flushed with heat, nearing my climax, I raised my mouth to his, muffling my scream in our kiss, my orgasm rushing forth in an explosion of ecstasy.

Once I could think again, I lifted my mouth from Torin's lips as he began a slow slide of my overly sensitive folds down his leg, causing me to utter another whimper.

When both my feet were on the ground again, he gave a low groan. Releasing me, he pulled away and sucking in his stomach, he ran his thumb over the tip of his cock. Carrying the moisture to my mouth, he rubbed the pad across my bottom lip before sliding the digit inside.

Wrapping my lips around his finger, I sucked softly, bathing it with my tongue.

A low growl escaped Torin's mouth. "Fuck, what you do to me. I lose my head every time I'm around you," he husked, as planting another sizzling kiss on my lips, he lifted his mouth away from mine. "Fuck, me, I can't get enough of you. But I gotta go baby, got club business." Afterward, giving a small shake of his head, he left the room.