“I just put our friend through a meat grinder, Ruby. I don’t want to touch you straight after doing something so fucking heinous.”

Her wide eyes search mine as she rests her palm on my cheek. “I need you.” My willpower wavers and I lower my lips down to hers, kissing them softly. “I need you to replace what they took from me.” Swallowing down the anger, I pick her up gently and move her to the bed, knowing that Wolf will be in Mama’s bed.

I slip the straps of her silk gown over her slender shoulders, sucking little kisses over her jaw. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I need this, Wicked. I need this from you, please.”

“I’ll go gentle.” For once. Finally bringing my lips to hers, I run the palm of my hand down her sides, planting kisses down her neck and sternum. Rolling my tongue over each nipple, I’m careful to watch her cues. Any awkward silence and I’m out. Her back arches, her lips rolling into her mouth to bite on her moans. I keep kissing down until I’m on my knees in front of her.

She massages my head with the tips of her fingers and I reach behind and grab her ass, forcing her pussy onto my lips. I gently run my tongue over the nub of her clit as she starts riding my face. Only on my knees for one person—ever.

“Wicked,” she whispers my name between her moans and I shove my briefs down over my cock and grab it in the palm of my hand. “I’m going to come.” Dragging my hands up her thighs, I cover my whole tongue over her clit and apply even more pressure. Her knees shake and the grip she has in my hair tightens as she crumbles to the floor beside me.

“Fuck.” I catch her, wrapping my arm around her body and leaving a kiss on the top of her head.

“No. I’m not done.” She pushes up from my embrace and forces me onto my back by my chest. “My turn…”

I don’t want to do this, but I know the sooner we get this meeting over with, the sooner both of us can move forward. The girls are all out shopping for Gracie’s kid’s party this weekend, so I called it here.

“You think they’re going to cause problems?” Chaos asks, handing me his little cigarette.

I shake my head. “Nah. We both want the same thing.” Two minutes later, the loud sound of hot pipes roar down the road and drive straight through the opened gates. Five of them in total, all wearing their cuts.

The one at the front climbs off first, removing his helmet. “Niko Davis.” I jerk my head up at him and he lowers his helmet onto his bike.

“Wicked the fucking Hangman.”