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She dipped her toe in the water and looked over her shoulder at me, lips curling. “It’s like bathwater.” Luna walked in, sunk down into the pool, and sighed. “It feels… strange swimming naked, but I could get used to it.”

“Good. And we’ll be doing more than just swimming.”

She smirked as she bobbed in the water. “I love your backyard. It’s peaceful and quiet, and your flowerpots smell delicious.”

This was also my favorite part of the house. Setting our wine glasses down, I waded over to her and thumbed her throat, playing with the lock on her collar. “Does this bother you?”

She laid her hands on my chest and tilted her head. “Not as much as I thought it would.”

Satisfaction and lust slammed through me. “Have you ever fucked in a pool before?”

Her face turned bright red, but her nipples pebbled and she shifted restlessly against me. “No.”

Grinning wickedly, I drew her against my hard cock. “Good.”

Later that night, after I’d taken Luna in the pool, against a pool jet, and on a pool lounger before coming deep inside her, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the shower, where I took her one more time, nice and slow. She’d tried to take me in her mouth, but her jaw was still too sore and I made her stop. She lay next to me, naked and fast asleep in my bed, her dark wet hair draped across my pillows.

I ran my eyes over the whisker burns and finger-sized bruises I’d left on her skin, knowing I should’ve been more careful. But I had no willpower or control when it came to her–she was an addictive drug in my system.

Leaving her to sleep peacefully, I carefully rolled out of bed, put on a pair of shorts, and cleaned up the dishes outside. When I picked up our discarded clothes, I grinned at her small damp thong. My phone buzzed as I was finishing up.

“Diego, isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“You’re fucking hilarious, asshole. How’s the fine Mrs. Fowler doing? Rick and Roy have been dragging their asses all day when they heard you’d tied her down, and they had to give up their dream of a threesome with her on a motorcycle.”

I smirked and rubbed the back of my neck. “And she swore they were perfect gentlemen.”

He snorted. “Yeah, it’s probably better she doesn’t know they’ve been fucking their fists while thinking about her straddling that bike over the past month. How’s it going?”

While we talked, I poured myself two fingers of whiskey and returned to the back patio. “She’s a surprise.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, she surprised me too. Where is she now?”

“Fast asleep in my bed.”

“You wore her out. Good. Get her used to taking cock–hard and often–then you can keep her worn out and happy. Maybe she won’t notice what a controlling, moody bastard you are. Does she know you like to tie your women up and cane them occasionally when the mood strikes? I also hear you share with your partners sometimes, and you’re into extra-large anal plugs.”

“Jesus, who’s been talking?”

“Your last sub. She was pissed you dumped her ass, but I understand why.”

I shook my head. “So much for the NDA she signed. I know you didn’t call to insult me or talk about my wife taking my cock. What’s going on?” Sin City Motorheads was a one-of-a-kind motorcycle restoration business Diego had started when he was in his early twenties, and he’d come to us to partner with him. Roy and Rick might be on my shitlist right now, but those perverted fuckers were geniuses when it came to restoring vintage motorcycles.

“It’s fucking busy, and we have more business than we know what to do with.” He sighed. “But I’m calling with bad news. Brodie, my front-end guy, heard a couple of bikers talking at Titties last night. They were running their mouths off about how the Stracks are pissing off the drug syndicate.”

Titties was a sketchy biker bar not far from Motorheads in North Las Vegas. My chest tightened, thinking about Luna being on the drug syndicate’s radar. “What’s the bad news? If they take the Stracks out for us, all the better.”

Diego grunted. “If only life were that easy. There’s more. Rumor is that Lionel put a bounty on Luna’s head, and he wants her alive.”

I hung my head, and fury burned through my system. “Please tell me you’re fucking with me. I hope the syndicate gets fed up with them, peels their faces off, then stuffs their balls down their throats before killing them.”

“Remember, this is just what Brodie heard from two drunk bikers, but if Lionel keeps going this way, chances are hewillend up with his balls stuffed down his throat.”

“Do me a favor, will you? Spread the rumor that if anyone touches a hair on Luna’s head, I will fucking bury them in the desert alive. I’m also putting a bounty on Lionel’s head for twice what he’s offering–and I want him preferably dead.”

Chapter 24

Luna

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