Page 39 of My Darling Mayhem

With his eyes back on me, I couldn’t fight the blush that crept into my cheeks and neck.

“Well, there were so many women in your house when I walked through it, and the typical rumors about motorcycle clubs don’t exactly paint a picture of loyal, dedicated partners.”

His hand moved up my ankle and slid over my calf as he shifted closer to me on the couch.

“I’ll give you that. I certainly didn’t grow up seeing faithful men. Most of them had wives and didn’t even consider itcheating if they let some bunk bunny suck them off. But we do have some semblance of loyalty with our old ladies.”

I was burning everywhere with how close he’d gotten and how he was touching my leg.

“Old ladies?”

“It sounds weird, but essentially, it means they’re our women. They get a property patch, showing they belong to one person in the club, so no man will try and hit on them or fuck ‘em. We treat them differently than bunk bunnies or Sweetbutts…which are women who are just around for a good time and don’t really have allegiance to anyone.”

“So, if you choose a woman to be just yours, then,” I started, but when his eyes met mine, his free hand went to my foot and returned it to his erection, encouraging me to continue rubbing him. “So…if you had someone,” I tried again, but my breathing had turned shallow.

“If I had someone that was just mine, then I’d give her a property patch that said my name on the back. I’d kiss only her. Fuck only her. Sleep with only her. Not a single person would get to touch me or be with me except her.”

I pushed against him with my elevated leg, which had my knees falling open. He could see my black underwear, but I was only worried that my wetness had somehow seeped through, and he could see how much he affected me.

“But are you…is that something?” I wanted to ask if he just did casual hookups or this right here, touching…fucking. If he did that with women regularly…or if he wanted something more substantial.

“Yes, but I’m okay with waiting. My last serious relationship was when I was eighteen. She broke my heart, fucked me up. I’ve had a ton of hookups since then, one-night stands, and whatever else, but lately, it’s been less and less. Especially since this stuffwith Kane started. Because of it, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Why did hearing that feel like relief? It shouldn’t matter; he wasn’t an option for me. I couldn’t…

His lips pressed into my ankle, and my eyes fluttered closed.

“Wren?”

My eyes remained closed, but I nearly moaned my reply.

“Ya?”

“When I’m worked up like this, I tend to say some pretty crass things. I’m nervous that you’ll freak out if I do.”

I wanted to hear exactly how crass he could be and feel it against my skin.

“You can’t offend me with dirty talk, Archer.”

His hooded gaze remained on my face as my foot continued to massage his erection.

“But it’s what I want to ask you that I’m nervous about.”

In a breathy whisper, I arched my back and encouraged him. “Ask me.”

“Fine. I want you to slide your shorts to the side and those lacy black panties and show me your pussy. I need to see how wet you are.”

Pure fire erupted in my veins at the cadence of his voice and how raw his words were. I knew I didn’t have to and, honestly, I shouldn’t…but I craved his touch. He felt so good; a selfish part of me wanted to explore this.

I did as he asked and slid the fabric of my panties and shorts to the side, revealing my bare, likely glistening slit.

My neighbor hissed while lifting his hips the slightest bit. “Fuck me, that’s pretty. So smooth and wet.”

I smiled, feeling emboldened and slightly lightheaded by his praise.

“Can you spread those puffy lips for me? I just want to see…” he rasped while holding my foot over his hard length. It wasgranite against my soft flesh, and even if it was just my foot rubbing against it, I was extremely turned on by the fact that he was reacting to me.

I licked the pads of three of my fingers, and then with the fabric pulled to the side, I spread the lips so he had a better view of my slit.

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