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She shook her head. “They have this secret flap that I can?—”

“What?” Pirate started to gather up her skirt. “Let me see! I love hidden treasure.”

Sophia laughed and helped him to move her skirt out of the way. His softening cock was still inside her and, damn it, fell out as she shifted her hips for him to see. Pirate groaned. He loved sex and he especially loved sex with Sophia but, fuck, he hated it when he fell or pulled out of her.

Knowing it would be a bigger mess later if he didn’t, Pirate grabbed the used condom and tied it off. She was still holding up her skirt for him. He quickly got the condom wrapper from the cup holder where Sophia had dropped it and half crumpled it around the rubber. He dropped it back into the cup holder, not really caring about it since he wanted to see this secret flap on these new leggings of hers.

Using his fingers, he searched between her legs until he felt it. Much like the flap in his boxer briefs, it was two pieces of fabric that were laid over each other but only sewn into the clothing at opposite ends. When he let go, the pieces fell back into place seamlessly and the hole to her lady bits became completely invisible.

He opened it again. So long as she was wearing crotchless panties or no panties, he’d have full access to her wherever they were and no one would be the wiser. Fuck. Yes.

He pulled out his phone.

“Are you taking a picture?” she gasped.

“Oh, good idea.” Pirate held open the flap with one hand while snapping a picture with the other hand. “That’s going as my wallpaper.”

Sophia smacked his arm. Then she pulled her own phone out and snapped a picture of his flaccid dick still hanging out of his open pants. “And setting mine…”

Pirate laughed. “Seriously, though, how do you spell that company? I’m about to buy them out.”

It tookthem several minutes to get themselves cleaned up, situated, and then back in their own seats. By then, the rain had started to come down harder and lightning was flashing across the sky. They pulled out of the parking lot and took a left onto Main Street.

At Mount Grove’s single traffic light, they had the luck of hitting one of the few times it turned red in the afternoons. The rumble of a motorcycle caught their attention through the falling rain. Both turned and looked through the back windshield to see a rider pulling up to a stop behind them.

“Who’s that?” Sophia asked.

“Pumpkin,” Pirate answered. “Dumb bastard’s getting soaked out there.”

“He better not have SJ with him.”

Pirate shook his head. “He wouldn’t do that despite the weather.”

“Then where’s he going? He’ll be drenched if he rides all the way to the steakhouse like that.”

Suddenly the motorcycle started forward, swerving around them. Pirate and Sophia turned forward to watch Pumpkin raise his middle finger to them as he went under the now green light. He sped away.

Pirate put his hands back on the wheel and continued forward at a much slower speed. A glance in his rear view showed one of the club’s SUVs. The tinted windows prevented him from seeing who was inside or driving at a quick glance. “We got company,” he nodded towards the mirror.

Sophia looked into the mirror and then turned around to face behind them. “I think that’s Frankie. She must have SJ in the car with her.”

“Makes sense. The garage is in this direction. Pumpkin might be heading there and Frankie’s following.”

“Why not just ride with her?”

Pirate shrugged. “No clue. I wasn’t privy to that conversation.”

They continued through town. Mount Grove’s main drag was very long, despite its single traffic light. The mountain that stood to the north of town still had a white cap on the summit, though the warmer weather was starting to melt it. The river that fed the town’s crops gushed this time of year with cold, mountain rapids. The single bridge took Main Street safely over the river and led towards the hospital, pharmacy, the club’s auto shop andHarleydealership, and the town’s larger of the three grocery stores.

Just as Pirate and Sophia came over the peak of the bridge, they saw a blackHummercoming shooting out of a side street and barrel into Pumpkin’s motorcycle that had just descended the bridge.

Sophia screamed, Pirate shouted, and Pumpkin went flying.

CHAPTER 13

The idea that Pumpkin had been hit by accident—theHummermaybe not paying attention in the rain or hydroplaned out of control—was quickly disproved. The driver of the large black vehicle did not get out to check on Pumpkin or even to verify that they actually hit something. Instead, they continued making their sharp right turn, braked, and then backed over Pumpkin’s hog.

The motorcycle did not fare any better the second time and was crushed into pieces under the heavy tires. Perhaps the only saving grace was that Pumpkin had been thrown free at the first hit, landing yards away in the brush and trees lining the road, and was clear of being run over a second time. Through the rain, Pirate could not see him or his condition.

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