Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 40
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As we pulled back into the parking lot of the Clubhouse, I couldn't help but be relieved that we had gotten her out of that dump she was in. How the fuck she managed to sleep in there was beyond me. It was clean, just had an overall disgusting feel to it. By the expressions she made while we were there, I'm pretty sure she was glad to be leaving as well.
I ended up putting a bag on the back of my bike since she had a little more than she realized. I heard her mutter something about having too many damn clothes, which was funny to me. When Beth was alive, our closet had been full of her clothing. That had been one of her passions. And yet, here was Ava muttering about having too many. Night and day. This worried me some. I was wondering if I was only attracted to Ava because she was so much different than Beth.
As I got off my bike, I heard guys shouting to Ava about how she could fucking ride a bike as they made their way inside. Hell, yes, she could. I swear she was better than some of the men here. She handled the fucking twists and turns of the road like a fucking pro. I'd actually caught my breath a time or two fearing she was going to spin out on a curve. But never once did she bobble or even act like she didn't have full control of her bike. She had hugged those damn curves and glided around them like it was nothing but a walk in the park.
I watched as she flashed a smile in the general direction the shouts had come from. As she walked up to me, I saw the exhilaration of our ride still on her face. She fucking glowed with it and damn if that didn't take my breath away. As she waited for me to unstrap her bag off my bike, she looked around the grounds of the Clubhouse.
“It's peaceful here,” she said quietly.
I knew what she meant. If I wasn't riding my bike, I loved being here at the club. It was home. There was a feeling of serenity about the place that was almost magical at times. I snorted at myself. Fuck, now I was waxing poetic. If I wasn't careful, she might totally unman me.
“Yeah, it is. Wait till you see it in the daylight. I've lived on the property all but the first two years of my life. Can't imagine living anywhere else,” I told her.
“I can see why. I haven't felt this calm and happy since before the accident. Oh, I've been happy, and life has been good once I started living again, but here, I dunno. Not sure I can explain it. I just feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be right now.”
I nodded at her and my insides knotted a little bit as the thought ran through my head that I hoped she was home for good. Holy hell, Dog. You just fucking met her and you're already thinking about making her yours? I thought to myself. But, damned, if a part of me wasn't leaning that way.
I needed to get away from her and give myself time to think. She was keeping me off balance and I felt like I was spinning out of control. Mother. Fuck. I sounded like some damn chick. The guys would laugh their asses off if they could read my mind. Well, maybe not Viper, but he'd probably smirk at me with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face.
“Let's get you inside and I'll show you where you'll be staying,” I said as I passed her carrying her bag.
She didn't say anything, just quietly followed me. As we stepped inside the Clubhouse, I glanced around, relieved to see it looked like it had cleared out. I hadn't taken more than five steps into the room when I heard a groan. My head snapped around and over in the corner on the couch, damned if I didn't see Valerie riding none other than Cotton's dick. I swear the boy was gonna wear the damn thing out.
Ava walked right into my back. I turned to look at her, only to see her vividly watching Cotton and Val. Her face had a full flush on it now. And just like that, my cock was back to rock hard.
“Fuck yes, Cotton. Rub my clit harder,” I heard Val moan out.
Jesus. H. Christ. I needed a shower, like now. If I didn't get some relief my cock was gonna explode. I heard Ava's breathing quicken.
“Damn, Val, ride my cock, baby. Just like that,” Cotton groaned.
Ava couldn't take her eyes off them. I glanced back over, and it was a fucking titillating sight to see. I shifted and Ava tore her gaze away to look at me. Her teeth were biting on her bottom lip again. I grabbed her hand and started for the stairs.
“Yes, Cotton, yes,” Val whimpered.
I glanced back at Ava and her eyes were locked onto Cotton and Val again. She was just blindly following me.
“Help me, Cotton.”
I heard Val gasp out. My gaze went back to the couple on the couch and my steps slowed down. Cotton had his hands on Val's hips slamming her down on him as he thrust up into her. Part of me felt like a fucking voyeur, but another part was fucking turned on at what I was seeing. It was sex between two healthy