Page 39 of Seer

“As much as I love the show, I need to remind you both that we are in public, and my mother is waiting for us.” Fabien’s voice cuts through the roaring in my ears, and I gently kiss before leaning back into the seat.

One of my hands is tangled in her hair while the other is under her dress, firmly squeezing her ass cheek. I swallow hard as I release her gently.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” I try to fix her hair as she blushes and looks away.

“I’m not,” Oh fuck, the sound of her breathy voice full of a soul would have me on my knees if we weren’t still sitting.

“You are a dangerous addiction, Cher.” I clear my throat and help her off my lap.

“Mmm,” she adjusts her dress as I rearrange my dick.

The back door flies open, and Phoebe runs out to meet us.

“Are you ok?” Her hands roam over my body as if she were searching for injuries without actually touching me.

“Yes, Baby. Come here.” I hug her.

“I was so scared.” I lift her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my hips, instantly feeling my hard-on.

“OH!” She glances down at Leah and then at Fabien.

“Um, who’s this for?” She shimmies her hips, and I groan.

Leah’s hand raised slowly like she was a timid student waiting to be called on by the new hot teacher. I close my eyes and groan at the fantasy. I really hope she’s into role-playing, but we haven’t had a second to do a damn thing together.

“Well, thank you.” Phoebe winks at Leah, and we all laugh.

“Everyone here?” Fabien asks Phoebe, who I let slip back down to her feet.

“I’m not sure. It’s a mad house in there.” He nods and goes inside, leaving us three to stare at each other.

Leah’s blush is an aphrodisiac I didn’t know I needed in my life, and I mean to make her understand how much.

Chapter

Twenty

LEAH

It’s a madhouse inside, just like Phoebe said. Every square inch of the main room is filled with club members. The music that normally fills the room has been replaced with the many different voices of people organizing supplies and barking orders to move furniture to make room for cots.

“Hey, Prez,” Cowboy calls to Seer, who is across the room speaking with his mothers.

Miya is sporting her everyday leather outfit of pants, a white tank top, and her Cut. The patch over her left breast proudly shows her road name, KARMA, and a rocker above it, ORIGINAL CHAPTER. Her wife, Judge, in her signature power suit, scolds their son.

Her finger whips up into the air to signal Cowboy to wait as they finish their conversation.

Karma’s long, poker, straight black hair is wrapped around what I know is a dagger to form a messy bun on the top of her hair. Her tattoo, muscled arms were on full display. She has a gun holster under her Cut, but I can’t see the weapon from where I am.

Anyone stupid enough to think she’s unharmed deserves to find out differently.

“Leah?” Phoebe grabs my attention.

“Sorry, how can I help?” She smiles and takes my hand in hers.

“We get out of their way. Let’s go find a room to crash in before the good ones are taken.” She pulls me playfully to the stairs, but Kai stops us from going up.

“I think Fabien is going to want us all in Church.” That makes Phoebe wrinkle her nose.

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