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“We’re just getting started. I’m going to eat this pussy so much, every time you climb on my bike, you’ll come from being so sensitive.”

I whimper. It’s all I can manage at the thought. This is why I had to wait so long to have him. I’d never have been able to handle the sort of man he is, inside and outside the bedroom. Although with Asher, I have a feeling the bedroom means nothing where sex is concerned. He’s the grab you and fuck you on a dirt road, in a closet, the middle of a lake, or while having a picnic kind of man. The type that’ll absolutely ruin you for anyone else, the one you never forget and wish you’d have fucked at least one more time.

The sudden loudness from banging on his door interrupts our sex-hazed bubble we’d been pleasantly existing in. Or at least I’d been, I’m sure he’s ready for me to ride him like a damn stallion with the great effort he just provided. The man gets an A+ and then some from me.

“Ignore it, they’ll get the message,” he demands.

We remain in the same spot, not moving, only our heaving breathing filling the room as I come down from my blissed out high and Asher regroups. I’m sure he’s only taking a moment to catch his breath before he makes good on his promises. I’m feeling entirely too selfish at the moment as I silently pray for the person to leave us alone and for the biker caressing my ass to go ahead and give it a little kiss while he’s back there.

The offensive pounding from some asshole’s fist against Asher’s door again jars me out of my trance once more. This time the sound seems a bit more urgent, not that it fuels me in any way to move at all. “Brother!” is called out, and Asher grumbles.

“Busy!” he responds, body growing stiff with irritation, then mutters, “Fucking cockblockers.” He grumbles something else under his breath, but I don’t catch it.

I snort out a laugh and he lightly swats my butt, his dick jumping under my thigh at the same time. I taunt, “The only one blocking you right now, is you. I tried to tempt you to put your cock inside me already.”

He groans. “Mm, you’re tempting all right. Told ya’ I’m taking my time with you.”

“Think you’ll wanna hear this, Plague. Hurry the fuck up and put your cock back in your pants.”

My eye twitches as we’re interrupted a third time, and then I’m airborne as he stands, bringing me with him. He tosses me onto the bed, making me bounce in the middle, and I giggle in surprise. Maybe he’ll just hop on me and the guy at the door will take a hint.

No such luck. Asher opens the door, top button of his pants still undone with his cock peeking out and everything. He didn’t get the chance to completely take his pants off yet, but it’s obvious with the tip sticking out the top of his pants that he’s not shy with these guys. He glowers at whoever’s on the other side of the door, his voice coming out short and irritated as he announces, “Not a motherfucking thing more important than spanking my girl and diving deep into her perfect snatch, brother.”

“I get it, man, trust me. The guys said you mentioned someone named Seth earlier, and I got something you’ll wanna hear.”

I perk up at overhearing my brother’s name being mentioned. Quickly gathering the soft black blanket, I wrap it around my naked body and make my way closer so I can easily hear what this guy has to say. Asher notices, grabbing my wrist and tugging me until I’m situated underneath his arm and pressed against his side. He’s all smooth, firm, warm flesh and I want to lean in and lick him. I would if this wasn’t important. I’ve been stressed all week over not seeing Seth, so anything that may help, I’m one hundred percent interested.

The biker on the other side of the door is monster size and looks like Hades himself. His patches say ‘Angel’and ‘Enforcer’. The veins popping from his muscular arms make me think he crawled out of hell recently and didn’t have to strain on the way up. His dark eyes meet mine for a flash, his irises like soot, promising everything he touches turns black. If I had to guess, Angel is more in reference to the fallen version because nothing about him screams good, only pain and darkness.

I shudder and curl into Asher a little more. He may not be the biggest here, but he certainly makes me feel safe around anyone else. “Seth?” I whisper, suddenly feeling too shy to speak loudly in front of this behemoth of angry man standing on the other side of the doorway.

He nods, turning his attention away from me without pause. “Yeah, the little preppy fuck showed up at the gates.”

Chapter 5

I'm not what I have done I'm what I have overcome. - Unknown

Plague

My arm drops from her. “Fuck. Get dressed,” I order, but she’s already moving to do so without needing to be told. “You let him in, right?” I question Angel.

“Yup. Prospect turned him away at first. Guy was adamant he talk to you, though. I told Lunatic to go ahead and let him through. This gonna be a club problem we should be concerned with?”

I can hear what he’s saying without uttering the actual words. Will I be bringing attention or heat on us and what can we expect in retaliation if so. “Not sure. I’m going to handle it myself if I can. I may need to talk to the table,” I give him the heads up without answering him outright so Lacey can’t figure out what it all means. I have a feeling Seth’s in some shit that runs deep and by involving her, it’s only notched up everything to being more complicated. I hope he wasn’t stupid enough to get sucked into drugs. The business is messy and involves my club a little too much.

His brow shoots up. “This bitch ol’ lady material? We voting or you getting into shit for a piece of rich bitch gash?”

Lacey huffs behind me, making my lips twist into a smirk. She’s offended no doubt, but she has no idea Angel basically asked if she’s wifey material and if we’re voting on her property patch, that it’s a huge compliment in our world. “Not trying to fucking ruin her, brother, but I’ll always protect her.”

He snorts to himself, shaking his head. “You fuckers all getting hit by that forever pussy. It’s like a motherfucking disease spreading around the clubhouse. You coming, or should I cut this fucker’s tiny nuts off and feed them to the dogs before sending him on his way?”

“Don’t hurt my brother!” is called from behind me and I turn to catch her pulling on one of my plain black T-shirts.Christ.One look at her in my shit and I know Angel isn’t playing about that forever type of pussy locking us down.

“He’s not going to fuck up Seth,” I assure, buttoning and zipping my pants before reaching for my cut. I go shirtless, and as I slide my cut on, I don’t miss the way Lacey draws in a swift breath, her eyes glazing with newfound lust. “We’ll work out that biker fantasy later, baby. Come on,” I promise and grab her hand, threading our fingers together as Angel disappears towards the bar.

“Should I be this relieved he’s shown up here? Means whatever it is, is bad, right? And I shouldn’t be excited?” She’s got her hopes up, but I wish she didn’t, it’ll only get her hurt without knowing what’s going on.

“You have every right to feel relief; he shouldn’t have popped smoke without providing you with a heads-up in the first place.” I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. She’s right though, if he’s showed up here, not leaving town without seeing me, it must be bad. I don’t hear from him often anymore, and when I do, it’ll be nothing more than a random birthday text or something of the sort.

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