Page 35 of Wild Ride

He walks away, leaving me alone with the envelope that holds some secrets about my mom. I’m not sure if I need to know. My mother ended up in the place she did for a reason, and while I know that it wasn’t the best place, I wasn’t unhappy. I was clothed and fed, and I had tons of people around me who cared about me.

There is movement in front of me, and I lift my gaze to meet his. It’s Bullet. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he holds out his hand, palm facing up. I slip my free hand in his and rise to my feet. He touches his lips to mine while slipping the envelope out of my other hand.

When he lifts his head, I open my mouth to ask him to give it back but watch as he tucks it into the pocket of his vest, much the way Piggy just took it out from his. “I’ll keep it here until you’re ready to read it.”

“Have you seen what’s inside?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head, shifting forward to touch his mouth to mine again. “No, baby, I haven’t read it. Not mine to read. Now, let’s have some fun.”

We do just that.

Too much of it, actually.

BULLET

What I’m doing is purely for selfish reasons. I am, without a doubt, getting my woman drunk so we can have drunk sex. I’mgoing to call this all part of getting to know one another. And I want to know all about her.

Instead of giving her beer, I get the stash from the clubwhores’ fridge with hard ciders and keep that flowing. For myself, I take shots of tequila chased by beer. I’m not sure how long we stay out at the party.

The music begins to change, the vibe begins to change, and the whores come out to play. I take this as a cue to get the fuck gone and into my room. Well, for Dakota’s sake. I don’t think she wants to be here when the party really starts.

Wrapping my arm around Dakota’s shoulders, I pull her against my side and touch my lips to her temple. I kiss her there before I shift them down to her ear. “Let’s get out of here, baby.”

She jerks her head slightly, then looks up at me. “Where are we going?” she asks. There’s a slight slur, and I can’t help but smirk. I hope she’s a wild fuck when she’s drunk. I’m ready for a whole goddamn show tonight.

“Where are we going?” she asks again.

She’s so cute, slightly confused and a lot tipsy. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her against my chest before I speak. “We’re going to bed now, baby.”

“Wow,” she exhales.

“Wow?”

She nods, her tongue sneaking out to taste her lips. They stay parted, her eyelids hooded as she looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck, but this girl is perfection. Every goddamn ounce of her is, without a doubt, perfect. Nobody could tell me otherwise at this point. I don’t give a fuck what they try to say.

Dakota gulps, then her lips curve up into a small, sexy smile. “The way you call me baby, it’s hot.”

I growl. I can’t handle it a second longer. Unless she wants to get fucked out here by this bonfire, which, to be fair, I would notbe opposed to, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t like it. At least not yet, but maybe one day.

Bending at the knees, I shove my shoulder into her belly and haul her over my body as I straighten. Wrapping my arms around her upper thighs, I move toward the clubhouse. I hear cheers and whistles as I walk through the men and whores.

As I reach the door, I catch Exorcist’s gaze on us. She narrows her eyes, then turns her head as if trying to make some sort of point, but I don’t really give a fuck what it could be. Instead, I continue on my way and head straight toward my bedroom.

When Shade died, we, as a club, went through his things. Shit that was important, we boxed up. Shit that was just shit got given away or tossed. Keeping his bedframe and furniture but buying a new mattress, his room became mine.

It’s the only bedroom with an attached bathroom. Therefore, it is the president’s room—my room now. Although I have to admit, I would give up this sweet space just to have Shade back with us again.

I open the door and slam it closed behind me, flipping the lock into place before I slowly release Dakota. Shaking thoughts of Shade out of my head, I grin as she slides down the front of my body. Her eyes find mine as her fingers curl around the back of my neck, her gaze focusing on mine and never leaving.

I cup her cheeks and slide my thumb along her bottom lip, tugging on the flesh slightly. Searching her gaze, I dip my chin slightly, touching my mouth to hers. I moan into her mouth when I slip my tongue inside of her as her body melts toward mine.

Slowly, she breaks the kiss, and our breathing is labored as she sinks down to her knees. I almost tell her that she doesn’t have to do this, but I’m not a good enough fucking man for that, so I don’t say a single word.

She unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans, and slowly pushes them past my hips and down to my ankles without looking anywhere else but up into my eyes. I cup her cheek, and my cock twitches as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip one more time before I glide it around to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck.

Gripping her hair, I gently tug her head back slightly so her back is bowed. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and use my other hand to wrap my fingers around the base of my cock as I align myself with her parted lips.

“Open for me, baby,” I murmur.

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