misunderstoodebook by Kathryn Kelly

thinking.
    “Hey, Johnnie,” she said with a shy smile.
    “Hey, babe,” he returned, getting to his feet. Her gaze dropped to his hard dick and her lips parted, her face and body flushing. Her dark pink nipples hardened. “You have to get going. I have things to do.”
    “What about that?” she said with a giggle, pointing to his cock.
    He shrugged, pretending he didn’t understand her meaning. “What about it?”
    She giggled again and scooted out of bed, dropping to her knees in front of him. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she gripped him and licked his balls while pumping his erection.
    He groaned and closed his eyes, two different women filling his head. Sabrina could definitely be a Bob, instead of just a girl who showed up every now and then to fuck whoever would have her as long as it was a biker. He fisted her hair. “Suck my dick,” he ordered.
    Quite happy to comply, Sabrina sucked half his cock into her mouth. Johnnie pumped in and out of her warm recesses, controlling her pace with his movements, until he stilled her and held her head in place when cum began to shoot out of him.
    He pulled away and she looked up at him, waiting for him to fuck her. Ignoring the invitation in her eyes, he turned on his heel and grabbed his jeans, then put them on.
    “Get dressed,” he told her because she remained on the floor, staring at him in expectation. Spying her black latex jumpsuit, he picked it up and tossed it to her, jerking her to her feet.
    She stuffed herself into the skin tight outfit, which left not one inch of her to the imagination. Even her pussy was outlined. “Can I come back later?”
    “No.”
    She licked her lips. “Can I still come to the clubhouse?”
    “I don’t give a fuck one way or the other, Sabrina,” he snapped, losing his patience. The women he wanted were unattainable and the ones he didn’t have time for stuck to him like Gorilla Glue. “If you come back, don’t think you’re getting in my bed again. Understand?”
    Slipping into her heels, she nodded. “Yes.”
    His phone started ringing again. “I’m fucking coming, Valentine,” he yelled in answer.
    “Would you hurry the fuck up then?”
    Hanging up without responding, he stalked to Sabrina and grabbed her arm, propelling her to the door, down the hallway and into the main room where he stopped short. His veins froze, the shock raising goose bumps on his arms. The old, strangling dread tightened Johnnie’s muscles and constricted his throat.
    He shook his head, refusing to believe the man he both loathed and loved stood before him, watching him with a steady gray gaze. Tufts of white hair fanned from his scalp. Though he was older now, every molecule of space still overflowed with his presence.
    In that frenzied moment of spiraling emotions, Johnnie bristled with foreboding. Because he was back.
    The purest evil left in the world.
    Logan Donavon.
    The man who’d tormented Christopher for his entire childhood.
    Their grandfather.
    And the founder of the Death Dwellers’ MC.

    Johnnie scowled at Val as Sabrina rushed out of the clubhouse, picking up on the sudden tension. “Thanks for the heads up, motherfucker.” He balled his fists to keep from reaching out and strangling his grandfather.
    That last, awful day he’d seen Logan replayed in Johnnie’s head and he staggered back. Angry resentment boiled through him at his lost opportunity to get rid of his grandfather once and for all.
    “I told you to get the fuck out here,” Val barked back, “and that was before this asshole showed up.”
    Logan rocked back on his feet and smiled at Val. “Good seeing you, too, Valentine.”
    Val flipped Logan off.
    “What do you want, old man?” Johnnie fumed, stark with bitterness, his pulse pounding through his body like a call to war. The fury distorting his vision elongated his grandfather’s features. “I’ve been fucking sending you money every fucking month. Unless you want it to stop, get the fuck away