Page 32 of Secrets

"We're outnumbered, man," Rocky says. "I want to help you murder him, too, but we don't have enough manpower."

The man with Kara wears the Vice President patch, and Chance knows exactly who this asshole is. And the man knows who Chance is, too, because his eyes never leave Chance as he kisses Kara, his hand slipping underneath her tank top and squeezing her left tit.

"Chance, let's get out of here," Mac says.

The way Kara kisses him, shifting her hips and having no obvious objection to being groped in front of others, makes Chance sick. But it adds to just one more thing he never knew about her. He knew she wasn't as opposed to public displays of affection like he was, at least to this extent, but he never knew she'd be fine having her body used as a toy in front of a crowd. Maybe this is all for the best.

A woman with a large chest and blonde hair walks over to them. "Looks like someone's trying to make you jealous," she says.

"Yeah, or she's just a whore," Chance says loud enough for Kara to hear. If it bothers her, she doesn't let it show.

"Want to take me home and show me what it's like to be with a biker?"

Pulling his arms from his friends, he wraps one around her neck and lowers his face to kiss her, his tongue darting into her mouth. "Yeah, let's go."

"Chance, are you sure-"

"Shut the fuck up, Mac," he growls. "What's your name?"

"Clara," she says and smiles brightly at him.

He nods. "Chance. You sober, Clara?"

"I know. And yes."

They walk out to his bike, and she hops on the back, her arms snaking around his waist. He pulls out of the lot and quickly makes his way back to his house. The house he shared with Kara before she threw their relationship in his face and packed up her shit.

What are the odds I'd be taking home a Clara to my house I used to share with Kara?

Taking Clara's hand, he pulls her into the house and towards the bedroom. It crosses his mind that he's never been with another woman in this bed except for Kara, but what does it really matter now? She's with the enemy and warming his bed.

Chance cups the back of her head and pulls her mouth to his, his tongue sliding in to dance with hers. Her fingers unbutton his jeans and reach in to feel him, his cock hardening the moment her skin touches his.

"Oh, you're playing with extra-large equipment. I hope I can handle it."

She tries to stroke his ego, but he doesn't need it. Not as long as her hand keeps stroking the physical part of him like she is. She unzips his jeans and tugs them down to his ankles. He kicks off his boots and steps out of them as she kneels before him.

His cock ends up in her hot mouth within seconds, and she moans as she sucks. The vibrations at the back of her throat send him to the moon. He grabs her hair and helps move her to the rhythm he likes, and he quickly finds his release in her mouth. Clara, to her credit, laps up every last drop and pulls back to smirk up at him.

"Is it my turn? Or is this all you had in mind for me?"

Picking her up, he tosses her onto the bed, and she quickly strips out of her white dress until she's in just panties. His thumbs hook in the sides, and he tugs them down her legs to see her glistening in front of him.

Just as he starts to remove his kutte and T-shirt, she stops him. "Leave it on. I want you to fuck me wearing the leather. Something about that Drifter logo turns me on."

It takes him a second to remember he has the Drifter logo instead of the Hellraisers. But the fact she seems turned on to fuck a biker makes him smile, and he leans down to lick betweenher legs. Sucking him off turned her on because her lips are already swollen and ready. No matter what happens, he knows she won't be a bad time.

"Right there," she moans when he shoves two fingers inside her while he sucks her clit into his mouth. "Fuck, yes, just like that. Oh, God, I knew you'd know what you're doing."

What kind of men has this woman been with? Knowing how to bring a woman to orgasm isn't rocket science. Not for real men.

As she cries out, her body jumps while she comes, and Chance comes alive again. Reaching for the box of condoms in the nightstand, he opens a foil packet quickly before sliding it onto his cock.

"Get on your hands and knees," he orders as he climbs onto the bed.

"Oh, yes," she pants and does as he tells her.

Sliding into her from behind, he wraps her hair in his fist and around his wrist, tugging her head backwards. He holds her hip roughly with the other hand before slamming into her.

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