Enough by Jade Chandler

more than a quick fuck. I planned to spend hours worshipping her body.
    My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I wanted to ignore it, but I knew, just knew, this would be about Donnie. I’d told Jericho I’d be there, and that meant answering. I flipped open my phone and turned away from the woman on my table.
    “What?”
    “Be here at nine,” Jericho barked into the phone.
    I checked my watch—thirty minutes. Not nearly enough time.
    “Dare,” she moaned behind me.
    “You best nut fast, brother,” Jericho said.
    “I’ll be there.” I clicked off my phone and turned toward the woman I’d have to leave way too soon.
    Hurt blazed on her features as she scrambled toward her clothes. I’d hurt her, broken the trust she’d so freely given. Motherfucker, I knew she was too good for me, but I wouldn’t be letting her go.
    “Don’t move,” I commanded. “Not even close to done with you. But we’ll have to bring this session to an end.”
    She froze and I caressed her cheek before I brought her lips to mine. She was stiff under me, our kiss one-sided, so I pressed harder—stroking her back with one hand while the other moved between her legs. I nibbled her lips, asking for entry. She opened her mouth on a sigh, still resistant, but when I pushed her magic button she gave in to me, allowing me to satisfy her.
    Despite wanting to play, I no longer had the luxury. I moved my mouth to her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue. Her hips thrust up. She spoke words but I couldn’t make out what she said. I needed her to let go and fly high, it was the least she deserved.
    “Great. That’s it,” I encouraged her. I pushed my two first fingers inside her and her tight pussy clenched around them. I sucked her clit and stroked her fast as she flew apart, but like her, I didn’t stop, just slowed while she rocked into my fingers even after I moved away from her swollen nub. Her face in the moment was perfection—feral, fierce and free.
    She started coming down, so I slid my fingers out and gathered her in my arms, peppering her face with kisses as she slowly became aware of me.
    I had no words for our exchange. “Shit...” I rubbed her back, “...yeah.” With reluctance, I set her back on the table. I ran my hand through my hair. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I gotta go, like now. Club stuff, but we’re far from done. Do you understand me?”
    “Okay,” she said, but her face said bullshit .
    How could I convince her I wasn’t just blowing her off? I mean if that was the case I sure wouldn’t leave with this hard-on. I wanted to sink my cock into her tonight. But I didn’t deserve another shot, leaving like this.
    “I wanna come back here tonight,” I told her, not caring what I deserved. I just hoped for mercy.
    She bent her head. “Sure, I’d like that.” She blushed as soon as she spoke.
    Red wanted me, even if she was hurt or pissed, probably both. I left her sitting on my table and headed for Jericho and whatever shit was coming our way.
    * * *
    I pulled into the club lot next to where Jericho and Bear talked outside. Jericho smoked something, hopefully a joint to calm his ass down. He saw red every time he had a confrontation with the Old Man, not that I could blame him, but still, we walked a narrow line here. The Old Man had laid down the law on Donnie and Veronica—no interference. We’d done more than interfere, but the Old Man had to prove it.
    “You two figure out the way to dominate the world?” I grinned and embraced Jericho then Bear. The three of us were inseparable, another thing our Prez hated.
    “Done. You been busy?” Jericho gave me attitude.
    “You interrupted the first time with Red. I should kill you,” I growled at him.
    “Ouch, sorry, bro.” Jericho laughed. “She still talking to you after you walked out on her?”
    I shrugged. “So, the reason I’m here?”
    “The Old Man’s been questioning Zayn, and like we told him, tell the truth, literally. And he