Page 31 of Wild Ride

Everything I’ve discovered from the commune really makes me question everything about myself. I’ve never had such an intense reaction to anything the way I have discovering that this piece of shit is doing what he’s doing to girls.

To kids.

I’m pretty sure I’m feeling this way mostly because of the simple fact that in my world, we don’t see things happening to kids. I deal with grown-ass fucking men most of the time, and I got no issue dealing with them, but this shit with kids has me fucked all the way up.

When her car pulls into the makeshift parking lot, I stand from my desk and start to make my way toward her. The food is already on the grill. The music is floating through the clubhouse from outside, where everyone is setting shit up, and every single man is waiting to catch that first glimpse of Dakota Vaughn.

Opening the front door to the bar, I only take one step out onto the small porch and cross my arms over my chest, planting my feet wide as I watch her car door open. Slowly, she stands from the driver’s seat, and I swear to fuck, every single man here sucks in an audible breath, or maybe that’s just me.

She’s looking at the side of the building where I know all of the picnic shit is set up. She doesn’t see me. I don’t make a move toward her. Instead, I watch. She moves, one foot in front of the other, looking like a goddamn wet dream.

Short cutoff shorts, an oversized shirt that hangs off one shoulder and is tucked into the front of her waistband, her long dark hair straight and just waiting for my fingers to slide through it and grip the strands.

Fuck.

I want to tug those shorts down and slide inside of her warm pussy right fucking now. This woman is like none I’ve ever been with before. I want to claim her right here and now in front of every brother in this club.

Ivy greets her, and since he’s the only one here who knows her aside from me, I watch the interaction. Her head is moving around slightly, no doubt looking over his shoulder for me. At least, that’s what I fucking tell myself.

Ivy grins, then turns his head and shouts something. I can’t hear his words because he’s facing away from me, and fuck me, but I must be getting old because I need to see his goddamn face when he’s speaking.

Snorting, I start to move toward the men who have now gathered around Dakota when I feel fingers curl around my forearm. Turning my head and dipping my chin, I look down at the red-painted fingernails that are sinking into my flesh.

Slowly, my gaze slides up the arm of the woman beside me until I find her face. It’s Exorcist. Arching a brow, I don’t say anything. She’s touching me without any kind of provocation, so I’m curious as to what she wants.

When she doesn’t say anything immediately, I clear my throat as if to urge her to speak. I’m running out of patience. My woman is just a few feet away, and while I’ve inwardly claimed her, I haven’t announced that claim yet, and there are about twenty hard-ons standing around her. I’m ready to break that shit up immediately.

Thankfully, Exorcist takes the hint and begins to speak. Her voice is uncharacteristically soft, and I’m a bit confused as to why she’s attempting to act shy when I know, without a doubt, she is not shy in the slightest.

In fact, just a few nights ago, I watched her on the bar, spread-eagled with her head hanging over the edge, Maverick fucking her mouth while Goose fucked her cunt. So I’m unsure as to why there is a shy-girl act happening in front of me right now.

“Bullet,” she breathes.

Tilting my head to the side, I wait for her to get the fuck on with it. I don’t need breathy words. I need her to spit it the fuck out.

Fast.

“You didn’t come home last night. Is everything okay?”

“Home?” I ask.

What the actual fuck is she going on about?

“Home,” she breathes. “It’s been a while since we’ve been together. I miss you,” she murmurs, then she slides her hand down to my wrist and guides my hand between her legs.

I don’t realize what she’s doing until I’m cupping her pussy. I watch as she turns her head to the side and stays that way for a moment too long.

Turning my head, I follow her attention and frown. Dakota is staring at us. It takes me much longer than it should to realize what the fuck is happening. It’s like all of the puzzle pieces click into place, and I pull my hand back from between her legs so quickly that it surprises her and she stumbles backward.

Exorcist shifts her attention back to me and bats her eyes in an attempt to appear innocent or some shit. Not sure what her fucking deal is, but I’m not playing her goddamn games. Leaning down slightly, I growl before I speak.

“Don’t fuck with me, bitch, or you’ll be out on your ass. I don’t give a fuck how well you take a cock.”

Turning away from her, I walk toward Dakota, who is staring at me with her lips parted and no doubt shocked at what she just saw. Although, I’m sure it’s not the fact that a woman’s pussy was being grabbed. I have no doubt she’s seen all that shit before. But more the fact that it was me doing it, especially when I literally left her bed only hours ago.

Fuck.

Now I gotta smooth this shit over, and I have a feeling it’s going to take some really fucking fast talking to do that. I have no doubt that she’s still pissed from the way I left things the first time we fucked. Now this?Jesus Christ,what a clusterfuck.

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