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“Christ,” he mutters and follows it up with a nod. Without a second thought, he heads back inside, in pursuit of his laptop to get to work.

“Fucking shit.” Brass grumbles, echoing my thoughts, rubbing his hand through his hair.

Next, I tell King, “Go to the station. They found a woman on King’s street claiming to be a clubslut. One who workshere. Find out what the fuck she wants, or knows, and why in the hell she’d claim to be one of ours.”

“The fuck?” He questions, as confused as I was when the Sheriff told me about the female.

“Take War. If you find out anything useful, send War to take care of it.”

“On it, Prez.” He lets out a loud whistle, his arm shooting up to gesture for War to meet him at the bikes.

“What do you need from me, Prez? What can I do?” Tinman asks.

“Head over next door to the Wilsons. You went to school with their daughter, right?”

“Yeah, we were cool back in the day. She got married right out of high school, but last I heard, she’s divorced and has moved home with her folks.”

“Good. Tell them you’re checking in. You’re concerned about the news and want to know if there’s anything you can do to help. See if they’ll tell you where the body was found and any other details we can use.”

“No problem. They’ll tell me, her father always liked me.”

I nod and we watch as he heads for one of the Mules, sliding into the ATV and driving off towards the Wilsons’ property.

“We have to get ahead of this before it turns into a giant shitshow. Brass, tell Kilo to keep his ear to the ground. I want to know of any rumblings that could have an impact on us. This is coming at the wrong fucking time.”

My kids are here.

Audrey is here.

And now a dead woman popping up?

Thelastthing I need.

Chapter 4

MADMAN

Yesterday’s shit ended up being longer than I expected, so I sent food up to the house for Audrey, the kids, and Slasher.The guilt hit me when I crawled into my bed at the clubhouse. Part of me thinks I should have dropped everything to see them yesterday, but I must put the MC’s needs first. Always. It’s partly why I never signed up to be a traditional family man, why I chose to be a breeder instead. No child deserves a father who can only be around part-time, who can’t offer them everything, including keeping them safe at all times. I couldn’t bring myself to do that, so I gave up the option. Having Audrey and the kids around is reminding me of the hard decision I made long ago and what it means for my life now.

Today’s a fertilization day, so I have to start by making my rounds and checking on clients. Our doc made an early stop this morning already to check in on the women and studs. Brass met with her, letting me sleep later, and we’ve gotten the all clear to proceed with today’s schedule. After a strong cup of coffee, I make my way to the breeding hall and key in the lock code. With a brief knock announcing my presence, I open the first door.

“Natasha. You ready?” I ask, approaching her as she lies on the organic lavender cotton sheets.

She’s in the customary breeding position we instruct all the women to start in unless they make special requests. Stomach to the bed, completely naked, arms up by her head with her hands lying flat, tucked under her cheek as she looks off to the side. Her legs are spread wide open, her pussy resting directly over the pleasure piece we had designed specifically for this occasion. It’s a washable foam strip that raises off the bed just enough to lie on but not be uncomfortable, and when the breeding process begins, the ridges on it will massage the woman’s clit area. Theycan apply more or less pressure with the tilt of their hips and have pleasure during the entire session if they choose to use it.

It's typical for our clients to come multiple times while being bred. We want the entire experience to be one they remember fondly.

“I’m okay, nervous.” She admits, and I’m glad she’s said something, so I can help.

“You are beautiful, Natasha. War will be eager to put a baby inside of you. Do I have your permission to touch you? To help you relax? How’s the room temperature?” She has a small remote beside her to adjust it as needed.

“Of course, thank you. And the room is perfect.”

I weave my fingers together, popping my knuckles before I reach for her bare shoulders. During our intake process, I learned she loves massages. I have it noted in her file so anyone in the room with her has a way to help her relax whenever needed. My palms glide across her smooth flesh before I begin to lightly work her muscles. I move south, rubbing across her back to the sides, close to her breasts, but without any groping. I’m not a fucking creeper, no matter how many times these women beg me to be the one to fuck them first. It happens with nearly all of them. They all want me because I wear the President patch, say they need their kid to come from the top. They also mention I’m sexy as fuck, but they don’t hold my interest enough for me to bite.

She groans, “That feels amazing. Are you sure this isn’t your real business, the reason you won’t give meyourcum? I could fund a wellness center for you; I’d love to back those hands with my portfolio.”

Chuckling, I move to her hips, thumbs going a touch deeper as she moans. “I’ve learned a few things over the years, how to help a woman’s body feel good and let go of tension. Especially before she becomes pregnant, it’s important. I want your mind and body to be serene during this process.” Glancing between her thighs, I find her drenched, pussy juice leaking like she’s got no other purpose in life but to fuck. The massaging is working, and War will have no problems making his deposit.

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