Whizz (Page 32)

Lacey didn’t respond, closing the door behind her. He climbed off the bed, looking at her clothing. Whizz didn’t wait around. He tore the tags off and started to add the clothing to his wardrobe. Until he found a place for them both to stay they were camping out at the club. He didn’t mind. Whizz whistled as he worked putting her new clothes away. The silence was welcoming to him.

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Lacey tucked some hair behind her ears, staring at her reflection in the mirror inside the bathroom. She could do this. There was nothing to it. Whizz was outside waiting for her. The lingerie she wore at Gash’s encouragement decorated her body like a second skin. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, but that no longer mattered. Whizz wasn’t that kind of man. He’d been through so much that he wasn’t that shallow. The ink that covered her body reminded her of a second life, another life that had long since disappeared.

The Savage Brothers were behind her.

Running her palms down her hair, she saw Dalton’s smiling face, staring back at her. No, she couldn’t let his image invade her thoughts, sickening her with the memories. The past was the past, and there was no way she was going to let it destroy right now. She wanted to be with Whizz, and even if she could go back and change what happened, she wouldn’t. Whizz meant more to her than the Savage Brothers, which was why the guilt was so damn bad.

“You can do this, Lacey.” She blew out a breath, holding onto the sink as she kept staring at herself. “There’s nothing to it. You’ve been naked together before. He has scars just like you.”

She wiggled on the spot, closing her eyes as another wave of doubts assailed her. Whizz was different. He would always be different for her. When they first met at the coffee shop she’d known it would be different.

“Are you alive in there?” Whizz said, calling through the door.

“Give me a moment.”

“I’ve given you twenty. If you keep making me wait longer, I’m going to get nervous. Any guy would get nervous.”

She laughed, dropping her hands away from the sink and taking a step back. He was right. Her doubts were her own. Whizz didn’t deserve this.

Nodding her head at her reflection, she gave herself a small pep talk. “You can do this. It’s just like riding a bicycle or something.” Shaking her head in laughter she made her way toward the door. The moment she opened it there wouldn’t be any backing down. “I don’t want to back down. I’m going to go ahead with this.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” he asked, calling through the door. “You know I’ll have to send you to a special home if you are.”

She shook her head, laughing at him.

Giving herself no chance to back down, she turned the handle, and opened the door. Whizz sat on the bed looking at his hands. He looked up at the door opening, or at least she thought it was the door opening. She rested her hand on the doorframe, smiling in at him.

“Hey,” she said, drawing one shoulder up.

“Hey.” His voice croaked as he looked back at her. She watched as his gaze ran down her body going to her feet then back up, lingering on the tiny panties and bra she wore. Lacey was tempted to cover her rounded stomach and thighs but tightened her hand into a fist. His gaze landed back on her face.

The arousal struck her hard at his dark gaze. Whizz stood up, tugging the shirt he wore over his head and throwing it aside. He was so tall and muscular. The very sight of his masculine stature turned her on. There wasn’t anything small about him. He was all man, and he was all hers. She was going to take Gash’s advice and make sure she kept him all for her own. She wouldn’t give him the chance to go looking elsewhere for another woman.

“You’re just going to stand there?” he asked.

Entering the room, she leaned against the nearest wall. “I thought you only wanted to see.” Her nipples were incredibly tight from arousal. Glancing down the length of his body she caught sight of his rock hard cock, thickening. It was like a balloon growing in his pants. She tried to smoother her laughter with a hand covering her mouth.

Whizz smiled along with her, clearly not knowing what was making her so happy. “Do I even want to know what you’re laughing at?” He took a step closer toward her.

Lacey stayed against the wall, watching him move a little closer with each step.

“Is that a balloon down there or are you just happy to see me?” She raised her brow for him to see the humor. Whizz didn’t look down at his pants.

In two quick steps he was in front of her.

“There is no air in my cock, baby.”

She released a scream as he tugged her hard against him, spinning her around. His grip reassured her as he moved toward the bed. She started laughing as he threw her down and started to tickle her.

Her laughter turned to ear piercing screams as he continued to tickle her without letting up once.

“Please, stop.”

Whizz flipped her onto her back, resting between her thighs as he kept stroking her body. Slowly, she became aware of his obvious state of happiness resting at the juncture of her thighs. His tickles slowed down as he stared at her.

Silence filled the air between them. In all of her life she’d never been tickled for fun. Her parents had always been too busy with club life to take the time. After the attack she wouldn’t let anyone hold her or love her. This was different, intimate. Whizz made her want so much, and to wish her life had been a lot different.

They both jumped as Whizz’s door came crashing open, revealing Gash and Steven holding guns. Lacey squealed, pulling Whizz down to use as a blanket.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Whizz asked, glaring at the men. He didn’t lift away from her and allowed her to use his body how she needed.

“We heard screams,” Gash said, looking confused.

Lash and Nash suddenly appeared in the doorway. Lacey groaned, burying her head in his chest.

“What the fuck is this?”

“We heard screams and were worried,” Steven said, adding a little extra to what Gash had said.

“And what? You thought someone had managed to sneak into the clubhouse undetected while everyone was present within the club?” Whizz asked. She heard the hitch in his voice that he was trying to control. Any second he was going to break down into a fit of laughter. She didn’t know how long she was going to be able to hold out for before she started laughing.

“Well, after everything that happened, you never know,” Gash said.