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head and found a smile for the dog.
“Hey, buddy!” He patted his legs, and Cliff jumped up, his forelegs across Demon’s lap. They hugged and kissed and whatever, both of them behaving like long lost friends, until Muse stepped up to the bar.
“Down, Cliff.” The dog jumped down, then looked at Muse as if asking if he’d done something wrong. Muse put his hand down, and Cliff put his head under it.
“Hey, Muse. Getcha somethin’?” Ember, the club girl working the bar, smiled at him.
“Cuervo—silver.” She nodded and set him up. Ember was probably mid-forties, a couple of years older than Muse. Too old to be called a ‘girl.’ Not that ‘sweetbutt’ was any more respectful. But the Horde didn’t call their women ‘sweetbutts.’ They were just club girls. That had been a little bit of an adjustment. Their former club had called them ‘P.O.T.s’—Pussy on Tap.
“We need to talk, Deme. That shit last night was fucked up.”
Demon looked chastened. As quick to anger and violent as he was, he understood it as a severe limitation, one that had caused him and his brothers a lot of trouble over the years. So he was hardly ever defensive about taking his licks when it came time to make it right.
“I know. Muse, I’m freakin’ the fuck out. But I wasn’t gonna hurt her, I swear. I just needed to talk to her someplace where all those bitches weren’t watching me. Judging. I think I can make her see. I don’t know why, but I think I can. I think she’ll see, if I can explain it right. I can’t stop thinking about what to say to her.”
Muse thought he might be right—to the extent that a new-out-of-the-box caseworker had the pull to change this, he thought Sid could be made to see what others had not and give Demon the chance he deserved. Even though Demon scared her, Muse had seen compassion and will and a strong sense of what was right in her. He thought she could be an ally in this fight.
He’d hoped to make her an ally when he’d followed her into her house, but he hadn’t planned on using sex to make it happen. No, that had been just for him. She’d just been so hot, yelling at him, cussing like a sailor—or, more apt, a biker. Staying right in his face while she fought for her perspective.
Oh, and hadn’t she been a hot little piece, though. Half of Muse’s brain was still playing last night over like a movie. Those long, long legs and arms, that slim, golden body. Those eyes that had shown him how completely into it, into him, she’d been. And that tight, wet, little pink pussy.
She’d given him head without him asking. She’d been a little awkward about it, and he’d gotten the sense it wasn’t something she did often. But her amateur form, and even the occasional glance of her teeth off his sensitive skin, hadn’t diminished the hotness, or effectiveness, of that moment. A highlight.
Muse’s cock stirred, and he returned his attention to the half of his brain trying to work out the problem of Demon and Tucker.
Sid was right, Muse thought. Demon knew it, too. She’d had to take Tucker out of Dakota’s hands. Dakota was going to get that baby sick or dead, because she didn’t care about him as much as she did her next high.
The next thing would be to figure out a way to get him into his father’s hands. And for that, Demon needed to get himself under control.
“How’d you find her?”
Demon pushed his empty glass across the bar, and Ember poured him another Jack. “Thanks, darlin’. Get lost now.” Ember nodded and walked away.
Muse stared at that glass. It was rare for Demon to hit the liquor. He understood the limits of his control, so he tended to stay away from things that shortened those limits. He usually stuck to beer and rarely let himself go all the way to drunk.
After he took a big swallow, he turned back to Muse. “Peaches helped me. He’s tappin’ that chick that works at
“Hey, buddy!” He patted his legs, and Cliff jumped up, his forelegs across Demon’s lap. They hugged and kissed and whatever, both of them behaving like long lost friends, until Muse stepped up to the bar.
“Down, Cliff.” The dog jumped down, then looked at Muse as if asking if he’d done something wrong. Muse put his hand down, and Cliff put his head under it.
“Hey, Muse. Getcha somethin’?” Ember, the club girl working the bar, smiled at him.
“Cuervo—silver.” She nodded and set him up. Ember was probably mid-forties, a couple of years older than Muse. Too old to be called a ‘girl.’ Not that ‘sweetbutt’ was any more respectful. But the Horde didn’t call their women ‘sweetbutts.’ They were just club girls. That had been a little bit of an adjustment. Their former club had called them ‘P.O.T.s’—Pussy on Tap.
“We need to talk, Deme. That shit last night was fucked up.”
Demon looked chastened. As quick to anger and violent as he was, he understood it as a severe limitation, one that had caused him and his brothers a lot of trouble over the years. So he was hardly ever defensive about taking his licks when it came time to make it right.
“I know. Muse, I’m freakin’ the fuck out. But I wasn’t gonna hurt her, I swear. I just needed to talk to her someplace where all those bitches weren’t watching me. Judging. I think I can make her see. I don’t know why, but I think I can. I think she’ll see, if I can explain it right. I can’t stop thinking about what to say to her.”
Muse thought he might be right—to the extent that a new-out-of-the-box caseworker had the pull to change this, he thought Sid could be made to see what others had not and give Demon the chance he deserved. Even though Demon scared her, Muse had seen compassion and will and a strong sense of what was right in her. He thought she could be an ally in this fight.
He’d hoped to make her an ally when he’d followed her into her house, but he hadn’t planned on using sex to make it happen. No, that had been just for him. She’d just been so hot, yelling at him, cussing like a sailor—or, more apt, a biker. Staying right in his face while she fought for her perspective.
Oh, and hadn’t she been a hot little piece, though. Half of Muse’s brain was still playing last night over like a movie. Those long, long legs and arms, that slim, golden body. Those eyes that had shown him how completely into it, into him, she’d been. And that tight, wet, little pink pussy.
She’d given him head without him asking. She’d been a little awkward about it, and he’d gotten the sense it wasn’t something she did often. But her amateur form, and even the occasional glance of her teeth off his sensitive skin, hadn’t diminished the hotness, or effectiveness, of that moment. A highlight.
Muse’s cock stirred, and he returned his attention to the half of his brain trying to work out the problem of Demon and Tucker.
Sid was right, Muse thought. Demon knew it, too. She’d had to take Tucker out of Dakota’s hands. Dakota was going to get that baby sick or dead, because she didn’t care about him as much as she did her next high.
The next thing would be to figure out a way to get him into his father’s hands. And for that, Demon needed to get himself under control.
“How’d you find her?”
Demon pushed his empty glass across the bar, and Ember poured him another Jack. “Thanks, darlin’. Get lost now.” Ember nodded and walked away.
Muse stared at that glass. It was rare for Demon to hit the liquor. He understood the limits of his control, so he tended to stay away from things that shortened those limits. He usually stuck to beer and rarely let himself go all the way to drunk.
After he took a big swallow, he turned back to Muse. “Peaches helped me. He’s tappin’ that chick that works at
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