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She stands up in the tub and turns to face me, all the while I keep a hold on her while she manoeuvres herself until her knees are at the side of my hips and her pussy is hovering above my dick.

It’s a little awkward and the water and suds splosh around us, but it doesn’t take long before the head of my cock breaches the entrance of her pussy. At the same time that she pushes down onto me, my body reacts, eagerly pushing up to meet her.

“Fuck,” I growl like an unleashed animal when I feel her hot cunt wrap around me, drawing me in until I’m balls deep. “You feel so fucking good. So good.”

Holding her hips, I set the pace, and she matches it perfectly. When we are totally in sync, I grab hold of her breast and clamp my mouth around her dusky pink nipple, teasing the hard bud with my teeth. Her head is tilted, her wet hair trailing down her back, lips parted, lids heavy. She speeds up the pace chasing her own reward. She’s fucking stunning and looking at her like this, riding my cock, has my dick pulsing and ready to blow.

“Play with your clit,” I tell her, because I’ve one hand on her tit, the other I wrap around her throat, exactly where I want them to be when she comes on my cock. Her eyes flare, her hand flying to the one that circles her neck, but when I utter the words, “Trust me.” She lets go and drops it to her cunt.

When we come, we come together. Nothing could have prepared me for the powerful emotions that run through my veins as we cling to each other in the cooling water.

She shivers. Not sure if it’s from the cold, the aftershock of epic sex or the undeniable connection that we have just experienced. I feel every bit of it too.

“You’re some kinda special, do you know that?” I tell her before I steal another kiss from her sweet lips.

“Nothing special about me,” she giggles contently. “I’m just the right kinda special for you.”

Epilogue

Four weeks later.

Stone

Istep out of the shower to hear the sound of my cell vibrating on the vanity cabinet, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before reading the text message that’s come in from Smoke.

The club has some possible new recruits that we still need to vet before bringing them into the fold. Both Rex and Cub are due to be made up, which will go to the vote at the next church meeting. But what Smoke and I also need to discuss is that one of the three assholes behind the carjacking was one of those that were hankering to join the MC.

When Smoke had explained to me that it had been the car itself that was the target, being a brand new, high spec model worth a good few thousand dollars, it hadn’t lessened my anger at the punks who had put both Sasha and Oriana through that horrific ordeal. After Smoke and Edge had taken turns at beating the crap out of them for three days solid, Smoke was convinced they were telling the truth and had no connections with the Dunnes. On day four, it was my turn and when I walked out of there four hours later, I was coated in blood, sweaty as hell, my knuckles raw, but I was satisfied that I’d doled out enough punishment in honor of my sweet girls.

They had been deadbeat dropouts, stealing cars and offloading them to the nearest chop shop for a quick buck. Some of the quality cars simply had their plates changed, chassis numbers scratched, and a new coat of paint before being stuck on a boat to wherever there was a buyer. What they hadn’t expected was that they had messed with the Young Outlaws, which was a danger to their health.

Smoke decided that rather than ending them, which I must admit was my preference, they would work for the MC. We let them go about their business as before, why wouldn’t we? It was the perfect cover for them while being our eyes and ears out on the street. However, they knew that the first time any of them stepped out of line, game over, but now Doggy or whatever his nickname was, wanted to make it official.

Dried and dressed, I make my way downstairs to where my girls should still be eating breakfast.

The past weeks have been full-on with club business as we wait for the perfect opportunity to hit back at the Irish. One thing is for sure, coming home to Sasha and Oriana has been bliss.

My fears that our attraction wouldn’t last and was simply a flash in the pan were unfounded. If anything, we have grown closer with every waking moment that we spend together.

The sex is off the charts. Who would have guessed that sweet little Oriana, with her seductive cerulean blue eyes, would be so adventurous between the sheets. And the bathroom, the kitchen, the wooded area at the back of the house. Not to forget her favorite, laid out over the seat of my Harley, her tits swinging while I fuck her hard from behind.

When I introduced her to my kink, I was concerned that it would be a big turn-off for her, but hell, she only went and put her own twist on it and took it to another level.

Oriana is so fucking perfect that putting it into words is near on impossible. I would have to invent some new ones to get anywhere near the praise she deserves.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I come up behind Oriana, and put my arms around her waist. “Smoke needs me down at the clubhouse. We have a lot to discuss today.” When she spins around to face me, I can’t help but kiss those perfect lips of hers.

“That’s fine,” she smiles back at me, her skin flushed from the kiss, a sight that never fails to get my cock swelling and my desire burning. “Sasha and I are hoping to go to the park. Do you think you can spare us a couple of the guys today?”

Oriana, now aware of the risks that both she and Sasha are under, is one hundred percent on board about them only going out if they have a couple of the guys shadowing them. Not once has she opposed my wishes, in fact she accepts them wholeheartedly, which only affirms how deeply she cares about Sasha and her safety.

“Sure,” Despite wanting to rip the T-shirt she’s wearing, the only thing she’s wearing, off of her and take her right here on the countertop, I settle with a quick peck at her lips. “I’ll get Rush and Cub to come up around ten, we’ve not got much for them to do today.”

“Cub, huh?” She raises a brow, then winks. The side of her mouth curls up into a one-sided smile. At one time, that would have pissed me the fuck off, but since I made it clear to everyone that Oriana is mine and I’d maim any fucker, including a brother, if they tried to so much as touch her, I trust them and Oriana. Doesn’t stop me slapping her behind though, as I move around to Sasha.

“Cub’s my friend,” she tells me, her head tilting back so she can look up at me. Her mouth is ringed with chocolate milk, her fingers sticky from the apple and banana slices that she’s eating off the plate in front of her. “He likes watching Ariel with me.”

“He sure does,” I snigger because little does she know he fucking hates it, and nine times out of ten it’s his punishment for being a gobby little cunt. “Love you, baby girl.” I kiss the top of her head.

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