Page 39 of Watcher

“Watcher. That bitch was a surprise.” I let her lead me outside and to the closed garage doors. She knocks on the door, and moments later, it begins opening.

I see the boots, the jeans, the cut, and Watcher. He’s holding a wrench and has grease on his forearms and face. He looks from me to Diablo and Skittles and then at the empty beer bottle in my hand.

To Watcher’s left, I see the bike I told him I liked. The chrome is almost blinding, and parts of the bike have been painted purple. Hellcat is written in script on the gas tank, surrounded by orange and yellow flames. The thing is gorgeous.

“Should be able to ride by tomorrow,” Watcher says. “I need to make some minor modifications.” He sticks the wrench into his back pocket. “What’s going on?” He sees the Mercedes in the parking lot. “Fuck. You brought your stepmother?”

“No,” I say. “She brought herself. She was inside fucking your friend Slash. You didn’t know she was here?”

“I’ve been in here all morning working on your bike.” He nods at Skittles and Diablo. “I got this,” he says, and they leave.

“Now you wanna tell me what’s going on?” He looks at his phone to see if I’d sent a message about showing up.

“I wanted to surprise you.” I look back at the building entrance. “For the second time, I thought I was going to tell you I’m sorry and find you having sex with the wicked stepmother.”

“A woman like that isn’t going to walk into a biker club and not get fucked.” He pulls me into the garage and closes the door. “Slash is a good guy.”

“I’m sure she walked in looking to fuck someone if not you,” I say. “I’m sorry for causing a scene. Hope Beast doesn’t chew the rest of your ass.”

He sits on a stool, holding my hands. “You’re pretty hot when you’re about to throw down.”

“I want to kill her.” I walk away and stand next to the bike he was working on. “I was kind of a bitch for not at least listening to you, Watcher. I should have stayed and talked to you about what was going on. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and grabs the wrench. “You got a lot of shit on your plate you need to figure out. You gotta have space to do that. I’ve thought about it a lot since yesterday. I don’t know, Jessica. I’m a shit-ton to deal with.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I want you to tell me what’s going on.”

He goes to the sink and starts washing grease off his hands and arms. Watching him do so turns out to be fucking hot. He looks in the mirror above the sink and sees me staring. The look in his eyes is dark and delicious. I shoot him a smile while he dries his hands. Fucking bikers. I had no idea.

“You okay, Jess.” He turns and leans against the sink, crossing his arms. His dick is hard and pushing against his pants. I want him in the worst way.

“Jeremy showed up at the rink before I left.” That was the only way I knew how to start the conversation.

Watcher chuckles and stays where he’s at. We both know if he comes near me, he’ll be fucking me on or against the Hellcat bike. “Is he still scared shitless?”

“He is, but wants to know why that happened. I sort of told him I’d get back to him on that.” I leave the bike and stand closer to the man I seem to know nothing about. ‘Can I just be honest?”

“I’m an open book, Jess. Just waiting to be read.” He returns to the stool he was sitting on and reaches out for me. I’m not sure how we manage the balancing act, but I straddle his waist and put my arms over his shoulders. “When I was younger, I got involved with a girl a few years older than me. She taught me some things. Introduced the world of sex in a way I never knew existed. It opened my eyes.”

“You had a threesome with her?” I blurt, getting straight to the point. He nods.

“I was so fucking attached to this girl. Jealous like a motherfucker. We got to this kink club that she’d snuck me into at least a dozen times. This time, things were different.” He looks away, deep in thought. I don’t dare interrupt. “We danced for several minutes. The dance floor was always fucking crazy. You never knew who was touching you. This older guy starts dancing behind her. She leaned her head back against his chest and reached back, bringing his head to her neck. He started nibbling on her neck, and all the while, her eyes were on me. I didn’t know what to do. I almost left. She pulled me forward and moved my hand under her skirt. Fuck, her pussy was juicy wet. Damn.”

“This was in Canada?” I ask, giving him time to take a breath, his story too fascinating to stop.

“Yeah, it was.” He runs his hand over his beard and smiles. I wanted memories that made me smile. “I’d had two fingers in her, my lips on hers, this guy’s lips still on her neck. I felt his hand come around and slide beneath her shirt. We both groped and felt her up right there in front of the entire crowd, though most of them were involved in something similar. When the next song began, she led us away from the dance floor to a back room. I watched the two of them for several minutes. Every time the guy touched her, she looked at me, her seductive eyes drawing me closer.”

“Shit,” I say, still fascinated but also fucking turned on to the max. “Both of you fucked her.”

“We did, eventually. But first, me and the other guy pleased her in ways I never thought possible. Eating her out and making her come. Eating her ass and making her come. We both had our dicks in her mouth. She loved every minute of it.”

“She let you do this?”

Watcher laughs. “Hell no. She made us do it. She directed the entire thing, telling us what to do and how to do it. She was in complete fucking control. I was foolish enough to think I owned her.” He laughs again. “She owned me. She owned the other guy. She got off at least four times that night. I did it twice. Once in her mouth—because she said so, and once in her pussy, while the other guy was beneath her, fucking her ass.”

“She knew the other guy?”

Watcher nods. “Like me, she’d been training him as well. The next time we went to the club, a third guy joined us in that room. Again, she directed everything that happened.” He shakes her head. We filled all three holes at once. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. Again, she was in complete control. We didn’t do anything without her saying so. It was fucking amazing.”

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