BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) by Honey Palomino Page B

 He was shaking me to my very core.  I wasn’t used to men who talked like that.  I wasn’t used to any of this.
    “You taste like them, too,” he said, right before he caught my mouth in his, his tongue delving past my lips, twirling with mine in a dance of desire and yearning.  He pressed his cock into me, and I leaned into him.  
    It was all true.  Every word.  I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life.  Even more than I wanted him the first time.
    I kissed him back passionately, his desire matching mine.  I couldn’t believe I was actually kissing Slade again, in my kitchen, no less.  How did I get myself into this? I asked myself.
    And then I remembered.
    Evie.
    I broke away from him, breathless, panting, and desperately trying to find some semblance of control.
    “I can’t, Slade.  I have to focus on Evie.  I’m sorry.”
    “No apologies necessary, beauty.  I get it.  It’s all good,” he said, running his hand through his hair again as he looked at me through those velvety lashes of his.  “For now.”
    Silently, I turned away, drawing on every ounce of resolve I had.  I walked towards my bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom.  I turned on the shower with shaking hands.  I reached  down, effortlessly sliding a finger into my wetness.  
    He was right.  
    I was soaked.

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    Diana went to work. When I argued with her that it was Saturday, she said she worked seven days a week.  I wasn’t sure I believed her - I figured she was just trying to get away from my irresistible charms, but whatever.
    I don’t know how I let her get out the door.  It was pure fucking hell enduring the night in her condo, knowing how close she was.  Knowing how hard I was, and how much we both wanted each other.  
    She was pure perfection.  
    Perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect hair, and a body that just wouldn’t quit.  Those tits.  That ass.  Those petite little legs with the strongest thighs I had ever felt as I remembered how they had gripped me as I went to town on her clit.
    Fuck.  I was hard again, just thinking about her.  It was fucking torture, and she knew it.  Why she was making me wait for what we both knew was going to go down, I had no idea.  She was hiding behind the excuse of needing to focus on finding her sister, but I suspected it was something else entirely. 
    Hell, she had just met her sister, so I knew she couldn’t be too broken up about her. 
    And, if there was one thing I had learned about women, it was that their bodies didn’t lie.  Her flushed cheeks, the way she kept biting her lip every time she looked at me, her breasts heaving as she tried to control herself.  Dead giveaways.
    The only thing that kept me from ripping her clothes off last night and this morning was knowing we would get there eventually.  The waiting would only make it that much sweeter.
    I’d let her have her space.  I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer anyway.
    My throbbing cock wasn’t as patient as I was, though.

    ***

    I laid around her condo all day.  I made myself breakfast.  Then lunch.  I thought about going for a walk, but the thought of running into the nutcracker dude again wasn’t appealing to me.  
    And besides, I hated Portland.  
    This city did nothing but remind me of my past, and that was the last thing I wanted to think about.  I had everything I needed in her fully stocked kitchen, including a six pack of beer, so I watched TV, and rubbed a few orgasms out of my screaming cock, hoping to somehow find some relief from the excruciating pain.  It didn’t work.  
    There was only one thing this monster wanted, and hopefully she would be home very soon.
    Once noon rolled around, I called Ryder.  He was used to me getting a wild hair up my ass and disappearing in the middle of the night, so I knew he wouldn’t be too concerned, and I was right.
    “Hey, bro,” he answered.
    “Ryder.  My man.  Just