“I know, I know. I’ll go get one of the prospects to grab your things,” he mumbles.

“Pyro! Sit back down and shut the f**k up!”

I’m not normally so bold or brazen, but damn, he is one frustrating male.

His body ever so slowly turns back around to face me and he’s smirking. That bastard! Next thing I know, he’s inching his way up the bed and laying his chin between my br**sts.

“You, flower, will be the only woman ever to boss me around like that and get away with it. I gotta admit, it was kind of hot… Do you plan on ever coming back here?” he asks while playing with a strand of my hair.

Truth time.

“Not if I can help it. I was shot my first night here, Pyro. That could’ve been my head blown off instead of just a bullet in my shoulder.”

He flinches at the picture my words paint.

“I know, and what a beautiful tragedy that would’ve been. So, you want nothing to do with me ever again? Do I understand this correctly?”

I run my nails over his scalp. “It’s not that. Winter doesn’t need to be around this type of shit. I know she told you guys.”

He nods. “Yeah, Prez almost kicked my ass for letting him sleep with a Belov.”

“Her secrecy is life and death to her, you understand?”

Pyro leans up to kiss my forehead, careful not to hit my shoulder blade. “Her secrets are safe with me, babe.” My fingers slow in his hair as he growls two words that set me on fire. “Once more.”

Yes, f**king god, yes!

“I don’t see why not, seeing as I’m already naked and all,” I tease him.

Pyro stands up, drops his pants, and when he climbs back in the bed, taps my hip. “Turn over. I wanna f**k sideways slowly.”

He moves his body behind me as I turn on the side that isn’t injured. His fingers find my pu**y. He dips one in and then another, working them slowly as he gets me wet.

“So tight, baby,” his breath whispers against my ear.

It doesn’t take long before I’m wet enough for him to push inside of me. “I’ll go slow, flower, so f**king slow it’ll drive us both mad.”

“Don’t stop. Play with my clit,” I beg.

He brings one of his long fingers to my mouth for me to wet. “Jesus, f**k! Soon I’m gonna own that f**kin’ mouth.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as his finger works my clit. Each rub stays in sync with every single one of his thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum, Pyro.” I moan loudly causing his thrusts to speed up.

“Stefan,” he growls with a hard thrust, “my name is f**kin’ Stefan.”

So f**king hot.

“I’m cumming... oh god, oh god, oh god. Harder,” I beg as we explode together.

“Nice to meet you, Stefan.” I laugh as we both try to catch our breaths.

My apartment is quiet, too quiet. It’s almost as if I’ve grown accustomed to the loudness of club life in the span of one weekend. I don’t understand it. I hate noise. I normally love silence, and yet, here I sit in my eerily calm apartment, and it is starting to drive me up the wall with crazy. Bored out of my mind, I grab my phone to email my sister. While scrolling through my contacts, I see a new name.

Man Who Would Kill 4 U – 555-5454

That little shithead. Of course, he would program himself into my phone so inappropriately. I obviously can’t keep that, so I edit his contact information with his true name.

Me - A man who would kill for me or have me killed?

Stefan – Truth?

Me – Yes.

Stefan – Hurt my club, maybe.

Me – Later

Stefan – Shit no, that’s not what I meant. Fuck I suck at this.

Me – Uh, yeah you do!

Stefan – Be warned the Prez had your girl fired.

He did what? And nice change of topic, f**ker!

Me – U R JOKING?

Stefan – Does it look like I’m joking about it?

Me – Not exactly oh boy she’s gonna be pissed.

Stefan – He wants you both here, he feels it’s safer.

Me – Safer? I have a bullet hole in my shoulder or have you forgotten?

Stefan – I can tell you have that cute little f**king smirk on right now.

My phone starts ringing in my hand, interrupting my conversation with Pyro. I swipe to answer it.

“Hello,” I say as I laugh.

“That little f**king biker had me fired!”

“I know,” I say right before I click off.

I have to admit, Braxxon is pulling out all the stops to pissing her off. What he doesn’t know, though, is that it is working in his favor. He might just be trying to piss her off because he wants to see her, but she secretly loves all this attention.

If I know my girl, which I do, she’s already doing 90 all the way there. I shoot Pyro a quick text.

Me – Incoming, Winter is incoming, I repeat, hide all glasses, sharp objects and she does know how to use a gun. Just saying.

Stefan – No shit?

Me – No shit. Better post Sniper at his side.

Stefan – Naww he needs taught a lesson. He’s up there right now with a few skanks.

Me – And you can’t grasp the reason I don’t wanna come back there.

Stefan – I ain’t my Prez.

Me – Question – how many muffler bunnies you f**k this week?

Stefan – uh, can I skip this one?

Me – Not if you wanna keep talking to me you can’t.