“Why would you lie to the club? Why would you lie to me?”

“They don’t matter where my dick is concerned.” I kicked the nearest chair and regretted my words instantly. I should have said everyone didn’t matter. I shouldn’t have singled Lover out. “Just fucking drop it.”

Lover grabbed my bicep.

I turned toward him, his green eyes pulling me in like a damn trance. “Leave. It. Alone.”

“No. Lies destroy a club. Lies get people killed.”

“It’s too fucking hard,” I shouted. Damn it, I had to get control of my outbursts.

“What’s hard?”

“I am.” Big fucking balls! I took a deep breath and laid my forehead against the closed door. “I’m hard, Lover. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, every time I fucking smell you. You are a distraction in the middle of a deadly war that I can’t shake. All I do is

dream of you naked and think about kissing your lips. So no, I am not fucking the prospect.”

There, I wasn’t lying.

“So why aren’t you fucking me?”

“Lover...” His name came out a harsh whisper. “I’d be thinking about your ass instead of taking down Wexmen.” It was the honest truth. “We’ve started something with this club. Others are rising up and joining us. Now is not the time for this.” We had a huge job tomorrow.

Lover moved closer, too fucking close.

I could smell his cologne, musky and subtle. My gaze went from his eyes the color of spring grass to his soft lips. Lover slid his tongue out and dampened the bottom lip. My cock was all sorts of excited, pressing against the zipper of my jeans almost painfully. “We can’t.” The protest sounded pathetic. Too raspy and deep. My breathing doubled as if I was sprinting, but I hadn’t moved an inch. Even my fingers jerked. I wanted to grab handfuls of his brown hair and hold him still while I ravaged his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” I sunk my right hand into his hair. It was short so I couldn’t get a great grip. Still I tugged the locks and jerked his head back. I could see the long expanse of his tanned neck and his chiseled jaw. He licked his lower lip again. This was such a bad idea it was almost epic and yet I was lowering my head. Lover was shorter than me, so I got to tower over him and exert more dominance. I stuck my tongue out and glided it along his lower lip. I used my teeth to nip at his chin.

He gasped.

My cock nearly plowed through my zipper at the sound. I wished we were naked so I could watch his growth. A kiss would have to do for now before my mind overrode my dick. I took his bottom lip between my teeth, holding him still as I applied pressure. Just enough to sting, then I placed my mouth over his and plunged my tongue inside. It was a claiming, a show of dominance that I knew I’d win. Our first kiss had been hesitant and awkward. This one was pure lust. I took control, savoring the shudder that ran through Lover’s body. My tongue invaded so deep he nearly gagged. I tightened my grip on his hair and used my other hand on his throat, squeezing gently. I sucked on his tongue then sunk my teeth into his lower lip. The sharp, copper taste of blood filled our mouths. I licked at both his lips and then fixed my mouth to his again. My lungs were burning, our breaths like strong winds between us. I walked Lover backward with my hand on his throat. He bumped into the wall. I used that barrier to my advantage and pressed my body against his. I could feel the heat coming from his skin under his shirt. My cock ground against his upper belly and I felt his against my thigh. I thrust against him, taking his mouth with pure savagery.

Then the door opened.

I pulled apart from Lover so fast I was almost dizzy. “Get out!”