She bites her bottom lip and looks away from me. “Hammer, I . . . fuck. I . . .” Shiloh looks right back at me and I realize she’s struggling with what she’s trying to say. She swallows and finally speaks back up, “I want to try this with you, but I’m so fucking afraid this could ruin us. We’re friends, Hammer. We’re such good friends and I don’t want to ruin it.”
I run my thumb against her cheek and make a vow I fully intend to follow through on. “I know we have had some fights in the past, but I won’t let somethin’ ruin our friendship. But I’m not gonna stand here and act like I don’t think about the way your lips would feel like pressed up against mine.” I inch closer to her and her lip quivers in anticipation. I don’t give a damn who’s around us. I don’t give a damn about anything right now. When it’s just her and me, I somehow get lost in those blue eyes of hers and nothing else seems to matter.
I snake my hand around the back of her neck and inch my lips closer to hers until they’re touching. Her breath is hot and heavy on my lips, and she picks up her pace like she’s either nervous or excited for what’s about to happen.
Opening my mouth wide, I claim her mouth like it’s always been mine. She gives in almost instantaneously, slightly moaning until she begins to give into the kiss. Her hands paw at my chest and I inhale sharply through my nostrils, needing her now more than ever. Now that I know what it’s like to taste her on my lips.
Fuck, I don’t ever want to stop this. I don’t know if I ever can.
“Hammer, we gotta go. Got a hit on the guy.” I tear my lips away from Shiloh and look over to Razor, hating the timing he has.
“When we leaving?” I ask him.
“Now. No time to waste. Motherfucker’s in town and I don’t plan on waitin’ for him to leave,” Razor tells me.
With a grunt, I look back at Shiloh and get a firmer grip on her neck. “I’m not done with you yet.” As I release her, I follow Razor, ready to get this shit handled. No way am I gonna lose the momentum I built with Shiloh tonight. No way in fuckin’ hell.
Chapter Ten
But the thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn’t belong there anymore
~ Ccz
Shiloh
My heart’s never beat this fast in my entire life, or at least I don’t think it has. It’s been two hours since Hammer left with Razor and with every moment, my stomach is turning into a tighter knot. What is he doing? Is he okay? God, and the last thing he said to me before he left. I’m about to lose my damn mind over here. There is nothing a woman loves more than a man who says what he wants, and my core has been blazing with heat since he walked out the front door of the clubhouse.
“What, are you kidding around?” Alexa questions Bull, who’s sitting over on the sectional with Dracus.
I’ve been around everyone at the club long enough to know not to act too interested in other people’s conversations, so I stay where I am and scroll on my phone, all the while listening to their conversation.
“No, why the fuck would I be? If I say shit, it means it happened. Damn.” Bull huffs, getting a bit too sassy with his ol’ lady if you ask me.
“Well, sorry, captain cunt. It just seems a bit odd. Why come back now, after all this time?” Alexa asks her man.
I cock a brow but try to keep my eyes on my phone, and just as I do, another message comes through from my mother.
From: Mom
Be here on Friday night at 7 p.m. at Capaldi’s downtown, or I will be contacting my attorney.
Part of me had hoped she would forget about everything that happened with Stiletto, but of course, I wouldn’t ever be so lucky. I’ll need to get a plane ticket and secure my flight soon if I’m going to make it there on time.
“It’s not him, Alexa. He was only ever faking being the head honcho. The man who was really in charge, his name is the Commander. The dude is supposedly pissed ‘cause we caused so many problems for them. Hammer called and gave me a heads up, so I can go tell Zane and fill him in on everything. Now, I gotta go.” Bull rushes past Alexa and heads back to where Zane’s office is. I watch from where I’m sitting how he walks with purpose and wastes no time in rapping his knuckles against Zane’s office door. Within a minute, Bull is being let in.
I stare at the message I received from my mother and decide to reply.
To: Mom
I’ll be there.
I keep it plain and simple, but I plan on going. If I don’t, she’ll come back and hurt the club. I can’t have that happen, not after everything Fist did for me. Not the baby Fist, but Ashley’s dad, Fist.
If it weren’t for him, God knows where I’d be.
He’s the only one at the club who knew what happened to me. He made it a point to check in with me every couple of days and make sure I was alright, make sure I wasn’t feeling weird, upset, really anything. He was like my guardian angel. And then he died,
