Page 68 of Being Lost

“I’ve tried,” Token replies. “But I can’t get a hold of anything when the messages come through. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I’ve done all I can. Protected our shit while keeping a channel open. What I will say is, so far, this guy has not led us wrong.”

I muse, half to myself, “Who the fuck can it be?”

Token shrugs. He looks as confused as I am.

Who would want to help us? Someone who also wants Alder stopped? Seems likely. But who, other than the feds, would want that? And the feds would act on the information, not pass it our way.

“I’m going upstairs. Let me know if you come up with anything.”

“Sure thing.” Even before I reach the door, Token’s turned his attention back to the screens in front of him.

The clubroom is in full evening swing by the time I step out of Token’s office. Eva looks very comfortable on Pennywise’s lap. She’s an exhibitionist and isn’t at all bothered his fingers are on her clit and she’s about to come in front of everyone. Her head is thrown back in abandon, her cheeks are red, and her eyes squeezed shut as Pennywise’s hand keeps working. He catches me looking and winks.

I raise my chin back. Not my thing, but hey, to each their own.

Turning I spy Pearl on the stripper pole. I take a moment to appreciate that Alex’s lessons are paying off. Her fluidity is amazing. I’m not the only one entranced. By the look of it, she’ll be fighting a few brothers off in a minute. Tits is missing but is probably engaged elsewhere. Cindy is, no, was, with Snips as he’s just pulled out, expertly tying off the condom.

Most of the brothers are drinking or playing pool. Smoker’s not around, but even if he was, it’s too soon to broach any serious conversation with him and right now I don’t know how to approach it. Making a mental note to leave it a couple of days, I continue to look around.

Dan is deep in conversation with Salem, but there’s no sign of Patsy. Given the non-PG displays, it’s not surprising. Expecting I’ll find her in the room we’ve assigned to her, I continue to the stairs and climb up.

At my knock, there’s a short delay, then the door opens, Patsy holding onto it.

I smirk. “You’re safe here, babe.”

She looks self-conscious. “I don’t know how your men get when they’ve had a few drinks, Lost. I don’t want them to stumble into my room.”

“They’re not going to mistake you for a sweet butt, babe.” I realise immediately I could have phrased that better.

Her face twists. “Of course, they’re not.”

I growl, my hand curling around her neck, holding her captive. My swift action breaks her hold on the door. “Babe. You’re far too classy to be one of them. You cover too much skin. But if you want to bare that in the privacy of my room? Hell, you could rival them any day.”

Her eyes widen. In shock or horror, I can’t be certain. “Well, you’ll be disappointed if you expect a body like theirs. I’m no spring chicken, Lost. I’ve stretch lines, sagging skin…”

“So have I,” I respond, remorselessly. “You want to compare cellulite, then I’m up for that. Though I tell you, there are far better things I’d like to be doing.” When her eyes light, I press my case home. “I want my mouth on your pussy, babe. Can’t fuckin’ wait to taste you.”

“Lost!” She tries to pull back, but I’ve got a tight hold on her.

“But if that’s going too fast, I’d be content with just my lips on your mouth. You set the speed and the direction.” I stare at the aforementioned lips as I speak, noticing how she bites them, and I feel my dick swell in my pants. “If you just want to kiss, so be it.” An image of what Pennywise had just been doing comes into my mind. “Or, I could make you come with my fingers, feel you orgasm all over my hand.”

Her breathing has sped up. “Lost,” she says my name again.

I continue to taunt her. “When you’re nice, wet and ready, I could bend you over my bed, sink my cock into your pussy while my hands clutch at your ass.”

In a clear attempt to put distance between us, she asks a little sharply, “Is this how you were with your wife? Because I’m not used to someone vocalising what they want.”

If her mention of Kim was to throw cold water on me, it doesn’t work. It’s her I’m focusing on. “Nah. Sex in my marriage was pretty boring and vanilla—missionary position most of the time. Back then I was too tied up with work to put enough effort into it. Now, I know different. Let’s just say, you don’t live in the clubhouse without getting inspiration.”

Her hands push at my chest. “You want to treat me like a sweet butt.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “But not because I’ve practiced with them. Any time I’ve gone with them, and it’s not been that often, it’s been to get the job over and done quickly. I may have been saving ideas up for when I met someone who I wanted to take my time with.”

“I—I…”

“I want this,” I tell her. “I’ve made it clear exactly what I desire, but I’ll give you time to get with the program. You just want to hug? We’ll do that. Kiss? My lips are yours. Explore our bodies? Fuck yeah. Fuck? Only if you’re ready and want it.”

Her face goes through a myriad of emotions.

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