Almost done with this story friends. This unedited excerpt is from Lynch's point of view -
I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. Sweet fuck! Her nipples were practically poking through the silk covering them and putting her hands on her hips only stretched the material tighter. But what really got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one confused over the fucking lust hammering at us.
I looked her up and down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take it off.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew round. “What?”
“Take it off. It doesn’t belong to you.” I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a fucking lesson.
“Where’s my shirt?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Your shirt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off.”
"I'm not a fucking piece of property!" she frowned. "I don't belong to anyone."
I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus she was a pain in the ass. I had half a mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"
I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her shit. The whole situation with her was turning into one big fuck-up.
With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.
“No, baby.” She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me. “I want to see those tits.”
She turned back to me.If looks could kill I’d be dead but I didn’t let it bother me. My gut told me that she was fighting against something between us, too. Once the top was free of her pants she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large tits bouncing with her movement. By the time I caught it and glanced back she’d crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.
"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.
“I told you I want to see your tits, and that includes your nipples.” I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big nippled tits. Shit, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, squeezing the heavy mounds until she reacted.
The breath hissed from Kat and I knew I had to have a lick.