Imperfectly (Dante’s Nine MC #2)(58)
Author: Colleen Masters

That familiar, white hot sensation starts to grow in my core. I shove my hands through my hair as my knees start to tremble uncontrollably. He bears down on my throbbing clit, pressing his tongue against that sensitive bud with just the right amount of force. I’m racing straight into the heart of mind-blowing bliss, egged along by Leo’s masterful touch.

“Baby,” I gasp, “I’m there, I’m—”

“Let go,” he growls, his lips buzzing against my sex.

He rolls his tongue against that bundle of nerves as his fingers press deliciously against my g-spot. Pleasure overflows within me, crashing through my body in wave after delectable wave. I writhe as my orgasm pulses through me, down to the tips of my fingers and toes. My entire body is flooded with sensation as I give over to the moment. Through the haze of my bliss, I meet Leo’s golden eyes once more. He looks down at me with adoration, satisfaction, and—I can scarcely believe it—something like love.

“You’re amazing, Leo,” I breathe, falling back against the bed as he lowers himself onto me once more.

“You’re not so bad yourself, babe,” he says, running a hand from my collarbone to my navel. “I’m the luckiest sonofabitch in the world.”

“I think that title belongs to me,” I laugh, “But let’s agree to disagree.”

Our smiling lips lock once again as we let the night unfold before us. We melt into each other, letting our bodies and hearts have their fill at last. It’s an insatiable hunger we have for one another, but at least we have all the time in the world to satisfy it.

And good god, how Leo hits the spot.

Chapter Eighteen

Early morning light streams through the window, falling in pale panes across the secluded bedroom. My eyes flutter open, blinking up at Leo’s sleeping face. We must have passed out back here while the celebration raged on in the bar. I drink in the sight of him slumbering away, his gorgeous features relaxed and happy. Surely, the next crisis isn’t far off for his club, but at least we have this little respite. And least we have each other.

Leo’s heavy lids lift at last, and his gaze finds mine. He brings his sleepy lips to my forehead, kissing me as gently as he ever has.

“Let’s go make sure the others are still alive,” he says groggily.

We pull on our clothes, trading knowing smiles all the while, and head out to the bar. Sure enough, the place is strewn with sleeping Devil’s Wraiths and Dante’s Nine alike. I spot Declan and Kassie curled up together on the leather couch beside the pool table and make my way over to them.

“Kass,” I whisper, laying a hand on her shoulder, “Kass, time to get up.”

“Morning…” she murmurs, smiling sleepily up at me, “I trust you had a good night?”

“The best,” I grin, “Thanks for letting us use one of the rooms.”

“Mi fuck pad es su fuck pad,” she smiles wickedly.

All over the bar, the sleeping club members begin to stir, the first rays of sunlight rousing the assembled brothers. After a long night of partying, it’s time for everyone to get back to their waking lives. This particular conflict may have been put to bed, but there’s still work to be done.

“Guess we’d better get back to the Nest,” Mac groans, lifting his head off the bar, “Come on, you lot. Up and at ‘em.”

“The Playpen girls will have taken over the place by now,” Dewey says, raising his head off the floor.

“I wouldn’t mind living in a porn star colony,” Buck shrugs, shaking the booze cobwebs out of his skull.

“Like they’d ever let your sorry ass back in,” Bear laughs, helping Tyke up from behind the bar.

“Don’t joke about a hostile stripper takeover before noon,” Sparky mutters, rubbing his eyes groggily.

“Or at least before we’ve had some hair of the dog,” Five puts in, taking a swig of whiskey on his way out.

One by one, the Wraiths mutter their goodbyes to the men of Dante’s Nine. It’s so bizarre seeing them all together again. I hope their camaraderie sticks from here on out. Kassie and I look on as Leo and Declan shakes hands once more. After a night of debauchery, the truce between the Nine and the Wraiths is officially restored, it would seem.

“See you soon, brother,” Declan says to Leo, “Come by whenever you like.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” Leo smiles.

“Come on, VP,” Mac grumbles, heading out the front door, “It’s time to ride.”

“We’ll take good care of Kelly, don’t you worry,” Declan says to Leo, “After all she did for Kassie, she’s one of our own, now.”

I look to my best friend’s old man, baffled by his oath. Declan and Kassie smile back warmly, and it hits me all at once. They’ve been expecting me to stay here, with Dante’s Nine, now that the feud is over. I came to Vegas to be a part of this MC after all. The plan was for me to stick around.

I spin to face him, searching his eyes to better read his heart. Leo looks down at me with a sure gaze. He wants to let me make my own decision, but I know there’s only one thing for me to do. I know it was never a part of Declan’s plan for me to stay with the Wraiths, but now…

“Actually,” I say, reaching for my man’s hand, “I think I’m going to go with Leo.”

Kassie and Declan stare with wide eyes as Leo slings an arm over my shoulders, proudly looking down at me in the morning light. I nuzzle against the perfectly balanced body of my protector, my partner in crime…maybe even my old man, one day.

“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to,” Declan says, “We’re not casting you out or anything, Kelly.”

“I know that,” I tell him, “This is what I want.”

“I…Of course…” Kassie stammers, “But Kelly, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I tell her, “I just hope you won’t be angry with me.”

“Angry?!” she laughs, pulling me into a crushing hug, “Are you kidding? I couldn’t be happier. You’ve found your home, Kel.”

“I guess I have,” I whisper, hugging her tightly, “Thank you for understanding.”

“Thank you for saving me,” she says, “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

“Thank you for letting me get the hell out of LA,” I laugh, “I don’t think I could have choked down another green smoothie if my life depended on it.”