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a gasping breath that she was coming, but I already
fucking knew that. I could feel it, the sudden warm rush of her body climaxing.
I gritted my teeth and fucked her
through it. I then sped back up and brought myself to my own climax. At the
last second, however, I pulled from her sweet little body and stood there,
letting her finish me off. Lexa was quick to move, turning around and grabbing
my cock. Two hard squeezed strokes later and I finally let go. She jerked me on
her chest, letting my release spill all over. Each time my cock throbbed and
offered more, she sighed and groaned. Her eyes stared right at my cock,
watching me come again and again.
It was so damn good, I was still
fucking hard even after finishing. Lexa stroked me for another few minutes,
staring up at me. I touched her face and grinned, half tempted to just stay
with her and say fuck it to going back to the clubhouse. Because that ’ s what women did. So I had to
fight all those feelings and back away. I tucked my cock back into my jeans and
then said goodbye to her.
I had to get back to the clubhouse.
I had to talk to Layne, to Nash, fuck, I had to talk to Ax even. Shit had to
get sorted out, one way or another. Maybe me and Ax needed to have another
fight. A good one. One to prepare for. I needed to apologize to Layne for
almost going after him. I was a complete hot head and always had been. Christ,
I tried drowning some jock punk when we were teenagers and Layne grabbed me at
the last second and saved me from killing the guy.
To me, everyone deserved better.
The clubhouse wasn ’ t meant for drugs. Booze, sure.
Pussy, fine. But not drugs. That wasn ’ t
what we did. The history of Devil Call MC was about protection, respect, and
navigating a different set of laws. Nash had been voted in by pure political
bullshit and he shouldn ’ t
have had the patch at all.
Even still, I needed to bide my
time.
I got on my motorcycle and started
to ride. My thoughts were heavy on my shoulders, wondering how to do all this.
Making deals with Los Ahn was going to kill the club. That alone might have
gotten me a meeting with everyone to talk about a change. But to takeover a
table, a charter, to get the votes for the President ’ s patch … that was unheard of.
As I came around a bend, I spotted
a black car on the side of the road. I figured it was either someone broken
down or maybe an undercover cop trying to tag speeders. The windows then slowly
went down and out came a bunch of guns.
“ Fuck, ” I growled.
I cut to the right and off the
road. That ’ s when another
car appeared from goddamn nowhere. It would ’ ve
almost fucking hit me if I didn ’ t
turn and drop my ride.
A second later, the backdoor to the
car opened and the trunk opened.
Someone came out of the car and
after me. I kicked back from my ride and started to reach for my gun. But I was
fucked. The person had some kind of metal pipe or something and took no worries
hitting me in the head with it.
The pain didn ’ t come as fast as a dizzying
blackness did.
I tried to move but couldn ’ t.
“ Get
him in the trunk, ” a voice
said.
The voice echoed in and out.
I was then being lifted. Then
dropped. My entire body jumped like waking from a bad dream. There was a thud and
I realized it was me hitting something. My eyes then popped open and, fuck, I
was in a trunk.
A hand reached for me and I started
to thrash and punch. The guy trying to get me in the trunk wore a black mask.
Everything was black.
“ Cover
him up! ” a voice yelled. “ Knock him the fuck out! ”
The guy then took off his long
sleeved black hoodie. When he turned, I saw his arm. That ’ s when I completely froze. He
threw the hoodie at me and then hit me again, leaving me numb.
The trunk slammed shut.
But the damage was done … and I realized this was the guy
who I had seen before. With the tattoo on his arm. The big tattoo. And then it
came to me even more … Layne
had seen Nash talking to someone
fucking knew that. I could feel it, the sudden warm rush of her body climaxing.
I gritted my teeth and fucked her
through it. I then sped back up and brought myself to my own climax. At the
last second, however, I pulled from her sweet little body and stood there,
letting her finish me off. Lexa was quick to move, turning around and grabbing
my cock. Two hard squeezed strokes later and I finally let go. She jerked me on
her chest, letting my release spill all over. Each time my cock throbbed and
offered more, she sighed and groaned. Her eyes stared right at my cock,
watching me come again and again.
It was so damn good, I was still
fucking hard even after finishing. Lexa stroked me for another few minutes,
staring up at me. I touched her face and grinned, half tempted to just stay
with her and say fuck it to going back to the clubhouse. Because that ’ s what women did. So I had to
fight all those feelings and back away. I tucked my cock back into my jeans and
then said goodbye to her.
I had to get back to the clubhouse.
I had to talk to Layne, to Nash, fuck, I had to talk to Ax even. Shit had to
get sorted out, one way or another. Maybe me and Ax needed to have another
fight. A good one. One to prepare for. I needed to apologize to Layne for
almost going after him. I was a complete hot head and always had been. Christ,
I tried drowning some jock punk when we were teenagers and Layne grabbed me at
the last second and saved me from killing the guy.
To me, everyone deserved better.
The clubhouse wasn ’ t meant for drugs. Booze, sure.
Pussy, fine. But not drugs. That wasn ’ t
what we did. The history of Devil Call MC was about protection, respect, and
navigating a different set of laws. Nash had been voted in by pure political
bullshit and he shouldn ’ t
have had the patch at all.
Even still, I needed to bide my
time.
I got on my motorcycle and started
to ride. My thoughts were heavy on my shoulders, wondering how to do all this.
Making deals with Los Ahn was going to kill the club. That alone might have
gotten me a meeting with everyone to talk about a change. But to takeover a
table, a charter, to get the votes for the President ’ s patch … that was unheard of.
As I came around a bend, I spotted
a black car on the side of the road. I figured it was either someone broken
down or maybe an undercover cop trying to tag speeders. The windows then slowly
went down and out came a bunch of guns.
“ Fuck, ” I growled.
I cut to the right and off the
road. That ’ s when another
car appeared from goddamn nowhere. It would ’ ve
almost fucking hit me if I didn ’ t
turn and drop my ride.
A second later, the backdoor to the
car opened and the trunk opened.
Someone came out of the car and
after me. I kicked back from my ride and started to reach for my gun. But I was
fucked. The person had some kind of metal pipe or something and took no worries
hitting me in the head with it.
The pain didn ’ t come as fast as a dizzying
blackness did.
I tried to move but couldn ’ t.
“ Get
him in the trunk, ” a voice
said.
The voice echoed in and out.
I was then being lifted. Then
dropped. My entire body jumped like waking from a bad dream. There was a thud and
I realized it was me hitting something. My eyes then popped open and, fuck, I
was in a trunk.
A hand reached for me and I started
to thrash and punch. The guy trying to get me in the trunk wore a black mask.
Everything was black.
“ Cover
him up! ” a voice yelled. “ Knock him the fuck out! ”
The guy then took off his long
sleeved black hoodie. When he turned, I saw his arm. That ’ s when I completely froze. He
threw the hoodie at me and then hit me again, leaving me numb.
The trunk slammed shut.
But the damage was done … and I realized this was the guy
who I had seen before. With the tattoo on his arm. The big tattoo. And then it
came to me even more … Layne
had seen Nash talking to someone
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