Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) by Kati Wilde Page B

kutte and smiles up at me but I don’t let her get a word out. “Come with me.”
    “Saxon—”
    “My house,” I snap out and I’ve never been this ripped up. So pissed. So fucking overwhelmed. She would give this to me? I would never ask for it. Yet she just offers it as if it’s something I deserve. “You’re quiet until we’re upstairs and we can talk about this.”
    She seems suddenly twice as nervous. Her teeth catch her bottom lip as she nods. I know I’m being too rough but I can’t deal with this. Not here.
    I lead her toward the stairs climbing to the loft that serves as the executive board’s private space but I don’t miss the grins that flash across some of the brothers’ faces. They’re watching her walk away. But not looking at her ass, I realize. She’s got four words embroidered down the back of her dress.
    Property of Saxon Gray.
    Jesus Christ. She’s going to fucking break me.
    • • •
    Jenny
    I’m not going to throw up. I’m not going to throw up.
    It’s been my mantra since I woke up this morning, yet I’m more nervous now that I was walking into the clubhouse. Saxon’s expression burned with rage when he turned on Blowback, but now it’s the dark and mean look that says he’s barely holding onto his control. And since he’s taking me up to the loft to talk—not just hustling me away from the clubhouse—I’m not just nervous but feeling guilty. I should have warned him I was coming. We should have talked it out before I sprung this on him.
    I know why I didn’t, though. I was afraid that he would say the clause was nothing and that I would let him persuade me that was true. I was afraid that I’d take the easy way out.
    He leads me into the conference room and shuts the door. With a sigh, he asks, “What are you doing, Jenny?”
    “Cutting the legs out from beneath anyone who intends to hurt my man.”
    His eyes gleam a little at that. “They aren’t doing it to hurt me.”
    “They’re just stupid, then?”
    A short laugh breaks from him but it deepens into a groan. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Maybe. Fuck.”
    That sounds resigned, not angry. “You’re not just going to forbid it? Or tell me it’s nothing?”
    “I was going to. I was going to say that there was no fucking way this was going to happen.” Dark blue eyes steady on mine, he crosses his arms over his broad chest. “But I’ll lay it out, Jenny. It’s easy for me to sit out there and let you ride my cock. And I’m not one to pass up an opportunity. I would never have asked for this from you, but I’m not going to throw this gift back in your face. I’m also not going to make this decision for you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Don’t thank me.” His voice sharpens. “I’ve done nothing worth thanking. There’s no negative for me here—unless it hurts you. Unless you’re scared. Then it will be fucking torture for me and worse for you.”
    Swallowing hard, I nod. “I know. And I don’t think it’ll be easy. But I’ve got a plan—I’m just going to suck on your cock until you’re about to come, then get on until you do. It’ll be quick.”
    He doesn’t look persuaded. “You’re nervous as hell.”
    “Yeah, well.” I can’t really do anything about that. “I just keep reminding myself that it’s nothing to them. We’re just another couple having sex. The only people it really matters to is you and me. So I’m just going to pretend they aren’t there and only think of what we want. And if they, you know, want to show their admiration—”
    “They won’t touch you.” His gaze holds mine. “I swear to God. The whole thing stops if they try to.”
    Relief sweeps through me. My legs shake from the strength of it. “I would have forced myself to—”
    “No.” He’s shaking his head. “Forced yourself? Fuck, no.”
    “Okay.” The pressure in my chest is suddenly overwhelming. This is going to happen. “Okay, then.”
    “Any second you want