Whizz by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online Page B

Lash. He wrapped his arms around his woman with a smile on his lips.
    “I bumped into her and decided to walk her home,” Gash said.
    “Am I forgiven?” Lash asked.
    She nodded. “I can never be mad at you for long, even if she didn’t deserve your words.”
    Lacey didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation as Whizz dragged her back through the clubhouse. He led her upstairs. His grip was hard on her arm. She didn’t fight him as she was pulled into his room. He slammed the door, pressing her up against the door.
    “What the fuck was that?” he asked, growling the words in her face.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Yeah, you know exactly what I’m fucking talking about. Don’t ever hit me in the balls again.” He glared at her, yet she wasn’t afraid.
    “Don’t speak about my club like that.” She should hate him. He helped to take out her club, lured her back to the clubhouse so she would be far enough away from the danger. “After all the lies I told you, why did you have to save me?”
    “I wanted to fuck you.”
    “So to get your loyalty I’ve just got to give you free access to my cunt?” she asked. She didn’t want to be hurt by his words, but she was.
    “No, there’s a lot more, but you’re not ready to know the truth just yet.” His gaze dropped to her lips. Her gut tightened as his gaze darkened. She saw the change inside him.
    “Whizz?”
    “Shut up.” He closed the distance between them. His lips were so close that she felt the air of his breath over her face. Heat spilled from her pussy. She wanted him, and there was the problem. Lacey didn’t want to want him, but she did. He was an addiction she couldn’t stop.
    “You’ve got to stop the guilt.” He slammed his lips down on hers cutting off any kind of protest. His tongue glided over her lips, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She moaned at the contact of his lips, opening her mouth for his invading tongue.
    She met him halfway, sliding her tongue over his.
    He sank his fingers into her hair, tugging on the length.
    Within seconds Whizz pulled away, opened the door and closed it, leaving her alone and confused. She didn’t know what had just happened. Her lips were swollen, and she was turned on. If Whizz intended to torture her, he was going the right way about it. Sitting down on his bed, she rested her head in her hands.
    She was losing her mind. On the one hand there was the guilt of causing Dalton’s death. She didn’t feel she had the right to be happy. On the other hand, she wanted to be with Whizz. From the moment they first met at the coffee shop she’d felt a connection to him. Lacey didn’t want to lose that. He was the first and only man she’d ever felt such a strong connection to. It went far beyond the damage and pain they’d both suffered.
    Dalton’s face flashed through her mind. She was never going to get away from him.
    “I’m sorry,” she said.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Whizz rested his head against the door. He didn’t know why he kissed her or why he walked away from her. Her lips were too fucking tempting to ignore. She was driving him insane, and they barely knew each other. Everything they knew about each other was stuff they’d discovered through searching files. Whizz doubted she knew anything about him that would surprise him.
    “What are you doing?” Killer asked.
    Turning around, he saw his friend standing with his son on his hip. Killer held a baby bottle in his hand. The sight of Killer holding a baby was strange to Whizz. He’d watched him kill other men with his bare hands. The way Killer held his son showed the love and care he took.
    “Nothing.” Whizz stepped away from the door. “Where’s Kelsey?”
    “She’s not feeling well. From the smell, she’s got some kind of bug. I’m taking Markus for the night, letting her rest. She’s back in the room.” Killer started walking. Markus fisted his hands and started flailing them, making