When Dove Cries by Beth D. Carter Page B

they landed on her hips. She was a tiny thing and although he wasn’t hung like a horse, he knew he’d have to go slow with her. Otherwise, he might hurt her.
    At some point over the past five days, his feelings of protection had morphed into desire. He wanted her and yes, maybe it had something to do with Vanaker wanting her too. But now that he was kissing her, had her in his arms, all he wanted to do was bury himself balls deep in her cunt until she screamed his name with pleasure. “You make me so hard, Dove,” he murmured as he ground himself into her belly. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
    “Y-yes,” she gasped.
    “Are you on any type of birth control?”
    “Huh?”
    He nuzzled her neck, kissing the pulse that beat wildly under his lips, and wondered if her back was sensitive. He could imagine himself kissing his way down her spine until he found her nicely shaped ass. He’d love to lick around her back door while finger-fucking her tight little pussy.
    “I’m asking if I’m going to need a condom,” he murmured, kissing the skin along the V-neck of her T-shirt. “I’m clean, by the way. Just got tested not too long ago. But I realize you probably don’t want to take my word for it. I can wear a con—”
    Dove suddenly yanked herself out of his arms and stared at him in shock.
    “Dove?”
    “This is sex, right?” she asked. “You want sex.”
    “Don’t you?” he asked, confused. He’d thought that was what she wanted.
    “I… I’m a virgin,” she said.
    He blinked. “What?”
    “My father and his men were Special Ops. Do you think they’d let me casually date?”
    He ran a hand through his hair and tried to rein in his libido. Unfortunately, it always went haywire whenever he was near her.
    “You’re a virgin?” he asked, even though she’d just told him so. His brain wasn’t really thinking well, so he needed clarification.
    “You brought me up here for this? To have sex?”
    “Jesus,” he muttered. “Yes. But that’s what people who are interested in each other do, Dove. They have sex with each other. Besides, you weren’t saying no to Cade.”
    “Is that why you want to have sex with me now? Because I kissed Cade last night?”
    “Yes. No.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling to get his thoughts under control. “No. I might have been jealous, but that’s not what this is about. I truly find you attractive.”
    “I’m attracted to you too,” she whispered then frowned. “But I’m also attracted to Cade.”
    “Shit,” he mumbled.
    “I can’t do this to both of you. I’m not the type of woman to play one off the other. I have no need of superficial head games.”
    “Dove—”
    “If you think about it, I’m just an oddity to you. Someone who rouses your protective nature. Give it some time and you’ll find this—whatever this is between us—you’ll find it disappearing. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to rest a little.”
    He bit his lip. He really wanted to deny her words, but what if she was right? What if he wanted her only because Cade wanted her?
    “Okay,” he said.
    He turned to leave her alone in the bedroom. Just before he left, he looked back at her and saw the dejected slump to her shoulders. His gut tightened and he wanted to go to her and pull her into his arms. Although her words made perfect sense, something deeper was telling him that Dove Aldrin fit him perfectly.
     
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    Cade closed the chapel door behind him and stood at the end of the table, knowing he had no right to sit at the Wolves’ table. He wasn’t an official member and he certainly wasn’t a member of council. He waited patiently, until North Tabion settled himself, knowing that this was all part of the protocol.
    Finally, North looked at him. “I know we met informally at the hospital, but now that we’re on Wolves’ territory, I wanted to extend my official welcome and explain the rules of the club.”
    “Thank you for letting me stay with