Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 61
“I know that, Dog, but if that was a room full of men down there, and they were there to solely please the women and I had been with some of them, how would you feel?”
I watched as a stunned look crossed his face.
“Jesus. Fuck. I would want to kill the motherfuckers,” he growled.
“Now you see my dilemma. You've got to give me time, and I can't promise you won't see the green-eyed bitch take over at times.”
“Okay, babe, I get where you're coming from. As long as you're giving us a chance, then we can fucking work through anything. And I'll do everything in my power to soothe those fears.”
“Dog, just a warning. If one of them touches you wrong, I'll cut a bitch. You got me?”
He laughed a little, “Yeah, babe. I got you.”
“I'm so mentally fucking tired, will you just hold me tonight?”
“I'll do any fucking thing you want, and I'll do every damn thing in my power to make sure you're always happy.”
I leaned forward and put my forehead against his and whispered, “Please don't give up on me, because if you did it would destroy me.”
~*~
Mad Dog
I simply held Ava until she fell asleep, then all that she said to me raced like the winds of a storm through my mind. Clair had been right about her being jealous, and I'll admit a part of me hadn’t understood that. But when she asked me how I would feel if the shoes were reversed, I fucking thought I would lose it. I would seriously want to kill any man for having been with her.
So I realized that I would have to do everything in my power to help put those fears to rest. Clair had given me some good advice and I planned to take it. Because imagining a life without Ava in it hurt like a motherfucker. I had just found the light again, I wasn't ready to lose it. Fuck, I couldn't lose it again, because I had to agree with Ava, if I lost her, it would fucking destroy me.
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Chapter 12
Heroes don’t have the need to be known as heroes, they just do what heroes do because it is right and must be done.
~Shannon A. Thompson~
Mad Dog
May 31st, 1998
I woke up to find Ava gone, fear hit my gut that she might have decided she just couldn't take it after all and had left. I sat up on the side of the bed and groaned. My fucking heart hurt thinking she might have decided to do that, but there was only one way to know for sure and that was get up, get ready for my day, then go look for her. If for some reason she had left, I couldn't go after her. I had already said all there was to say. This was all in her hands now.
After my morning routine, I dressed, grabbed my phone and made my way out into the hall. I knocked on her door, but there was no answer. I opened it to see if her things were in there but didn't see any sign of them. I sighed as I made my way downstairs, I fucking hoped with all that was inside me that she was around here somewhere. If not, then things might get a little dark for me. As I made my way through the Great Room, I saw that it was empty. But when I entered the dining area, fucking Brothers were everywhere.
Christ. Was that homemade biscuits and gravy? My mouth fucking started to water. The smell of bacon hit me then and my stomach growled loudly causing some of the men to laugh. I walked into the kitchen to see Clair, Mel, and Fawn working at the island. I glanced around and didn't see Ava at all. My damn stomach instantly tied into knots. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured me a cup. As I was turning around, I heard the most sweetest fucking sound I'd ever heard.
“Hey, Mel? Where did you say that creamer is? Because I'm not seeing it in here,” Ava said as she stuck her head around the pantry door.
Relief slammed into me like a sledgehammer had hit me in the chest. Her gaze caught mine as she saw me move. She smiled and it lit up my damn world, then she sashayed over to me, swinging her hips as she came. When she reached me, she took my cup out of my hand, sat it on the counter, put her hands up around my neck, pulled me down to her then pressed her lips against mine. She eased her tongue inside my mouth and started thrusting her tongue against mine, teasing my tongue into reciprocating. Without a thought to who was in the room, I grabbed her ass, pulled her tight to me and fucking made love to her mouth.
I moaned and thrust my hips against hers. My cock was begging for freedom. He knew what awaited him and he fucking wanted it now. A whistle pierced the room just as Ava lifted her head from mine. She reached up, wiped the moisture off my lips, stepped back a little, ran her hand up my hard as steel cock to the waistband of my jeans, slid her fingers down under my boxers until the tips found my dick and spread the precum that had already started leaking out of the mushroom shaped head.
She then pulled her fingers out of my pants, stuck two of them into her mouth and sucked on them slowly as she pulled them out of her mouth. She licked her lips, smiled naughtily at me, and fuck me, she then turned around and damned if she didn't sashay right back toward the pantry, her hips swinging back and forth the entire way there. My eyes stayed locked on her ass until the door closed behind her.
I groaned loudly. Jesus. Fuck. How