Page 41 of War

“Get out of here.”

She rushes off.

Wait, does my dad sleep with her too?That’s fucking gross.

I win the game. Lore grabs the money and offers me half, but I tell him he can keep it all, and then I leave.

War’s bed is empty without him.

Remembering his words, I take a photograph of me laying on his silk sheets, naked. My hair is tangled all around me, and my smile is sultry. When I’m about to send it, I note he’s sent me a few messages I didn’t see.

War

I’m serious, Ora. Prez would have you married to Scorp before I even ride back.

Just the thought of it pisses me off. Fuck. I can’t focus. I just want to be in bed with you.

Lore said you just won him some money.

Smirking, I send the picture with the captionMissing you too.

War

Fuck, baby. You are so beautiful. I’m fucking hard looking at you. Scorp didn’t touch you?

Ora

No, War. Only you get to touch me.

War

That’s right. You wait until I get back.

Ora

You better do the same.

I don’t know what happens on these runs, but a thought hits me. Is he in another clubhouse surrounded by their women?

Ora

Are you around other club girls there?

War

There are women here, but I don’t want them.

Ora

Did they try to fuck you?

Now, I’m the jealous one.

He calls me, and when I answer, the first thing he says is, “I told everyone I’m not interested. The chapter president here offered me my pick, but I said I was taken now. I don’t want anyone else, Ora. I’m in bed right now wanting to jerk off to that picture you sent me.”

“Your pick?” I wince. “Well, if I don’t get to touch myself, you don’t either.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind now. I want to hear you,” he rasps, and I hear the rustling of some sheets. “Be a good girl for me and touch those sexy brown nipples of yours.”

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