Whizz’s face broke into a grin. “Get out of my room. I don’t need any protectors. I’m trying to fuck my woman.”
She let out a groan, wishing the bed would just open up and swallow her. “Will you stop?” she asked.
“What? I could have been inside you and those idiots would have seen everything.”
Her cheeks were on fire. Either option sounded like a nightmare to her.
“Come on, let’s leave him alone,” Nash said, taking the lead.
“You’re going to lay claim to her?” Lash asked, determined to stay.
“Yeah, I’m laying claim to her. She’s mine, and the club better stay away.” One of his hands held her head tight, stroking her hair. She found the action strangely possessive and soothing to her.
“I’ll let the rest of the club know. Angel will be happy. She really likes you, Lacey.”
“I like her as well.” She shouted out her response without looking back. The last thing she wanted to be doing was looking at the men who were currently seeing her naked.
“I told you to start fighting for him. I see the red set had it down,” Gash said.
Whizz moved quickly, grabbing something from the drawer beside his bed, and launching it at Gash. “I said get out.”
They were both laughing by the time the door was closed. When she heard that sweet sound of the door closing, she pulled away to look up at him. “I didn’t think they’d ever leave.”
“They’re not used to screams coming from my room that are any good.”
She reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m here, Whizz.” There was no need to ask him what kind of screams he was talking about.
“I know.” He closed the distance between them, taking possession of her lips. She closed her eyes melting against him and his touch. Whizz took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head where she couldn’t move. “No more moving for you.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling the fire start to build inside her.
“I’m going to play with my wrapped toy. You’re my toy tonight, right?”
She closed her eyes gasping as he sucked on her neck.
Her neck had always been an erogenous zone for her. Licking her lips, she tried to close her thighs, but he was between them. He chuckled against her skin. “You can’t get the friction you want for that little pussy, Lacey. You’re going to have to wait for me.”
Trying to close her thighs with Whizz in the way was useless. She was nowhere near as strong as he was.
“Please, Whizz,” she said, begging him.
“What does my woman need?” he asked.
“I’m your woman?”
“You’re not going to be anyone else’s. I don’t like to share, and you’re mine.” He started to kiss down her chest going above the red bra. His tongue traced the outlines of her ink. Opening her eyes, she stared down at the top of his head while he worked her body as if it was his own personal instrument.
She was. There was no denying what she meant to him.
“You’re so beautiful, Lacey. Gash was there when you picked up this set?” Whizz asked. His hands released her but only long enough for him to start to work the bra straps down her arms. Whizz took his time dragging the bra strap down. She had no choice but to rest her arms at her sides while he did. The straps kept her arms in place.
“Yes, he was there.”
He eased the cups beneath her breasts. She felt the back of his fingers, running across one breast then working his way to the other. Taking a breath, she tried not to get overly excited by what he was doing to her body. Was Whizz jealous? He sounded jealous when he had no need to be.
“Did he see you in this?”
“No. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m yours, Whizz.”
There. She’d admitted the truth that she’d denied herself for so long.
“You’re all mine?”
“Yes, I’m all yours.”
“What did Gash have to do with you purchasing this item for me?” he asked.
His hands were replaced with his lips. Whizz didn’t bite. No, he laid kisses around each breast before moving onto the next. He took his time as if he wasn’t in a rush to get off. His cock was rock hard where he was pressed between her thighs. He held the bulk of his body off hers so she wasn’t uncomfortable by the weight of him. “Answer me, Lacey.”
“He told me to make a decision when it came to you. I had to decide on what I wanted.”
“What do you want, baby?” he asked.
“I want you. I want to make this work.” She opened her heart up to him. Whizz had done what no other man had been capable of doing. He made her want to love again. She was in love with him. The very thought of losing him cut a hole in her chest, ripping out her heart. There was no chance of her ever getting over his loss. She’d rather die than risk losing Whizz. He’d come into her life during the time she needed him most. Whizz kept her sane in ways the Savage Brothers had failed. She’d not wanted to take out revenge like her fellow brothers. All Lacey wanted to do was forget the past that Gonzalez had tried to ruin. He’d not succeeded as she was still alive to tell the tale.
“You’re not going to fight me anymore?” he asked.
She snorted. “I’ll always fight you. I just won’t push you away. I don’t want to lose you, Whizz. I’ll be here for you.”
He cupped her cheek. The tenderness in his gaze startled her. She wasn’t used to this kind of emotion from him.
“Like you, I don’t see the pain you’ve been through or how broken you’ve been for some time. I see you, Whizz. I see the man you are, and you’re amazing. I can’t lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.
She wrapped her arms around his body. The bra straps bit into her arms as she held onto him. He kissed her neck.
“There’s no chance of you getting rid of me, baby.” He started kissing down to her breasts once again, circling each bud before moving onto the next. There was no rushing him even though he drove her insane with his touch.
Lacey didn’t know how she was going to survive the rest of the night if he was determined to make her wait for the pleasure.
Chapter Eight
Whizz wanted to scream like an insane person. Lacey wanted him, and she didn’t want to lose him. The very thought that she went shopping with him in mind, filled him with so much happiness he believed he was going to burst. There was no sense to his thoughts. The lacy red bra sent his pulse racing.