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“I can’t ask you to do that.” His eyes meet mine. The devastation written all over his face.

“You didn’t ask us. This is what we do for those loyal to the club. We will deposit the money into your account within the next few days, and the brothers will take turns running the store until all your product is gone.” The small smile on my face shows him we are not bad men, just men that live in the gray.

“Paul, Teddy. Thank you both for understanding.” He stands, reaches into his pocket and hands the keys to the store to Sue. “Maybe things will start to get better for my family after this tragic loss.”

On our way out the door, I stop beside the bin of ladies’ things and pick out a bra, thong and garter belt. Walking back to Ed, I hand him a hundred-dollar bill and walk out. I only hope my guess of Jessikah’s size is correct.

“There something you aren’t telling the brotherhood, Pres?” Sue chuckles, his eyes on the black leather that I am stuffing into my saddlebag.

I smirk at him. “Maybe,” is the only thing I say, straddling my bike and letting it roar to life. I am not ready to share Jessikah with them yet. I need to make sure she is onboard with being mine.

Chapter Seven

Jessikah

“You spent so much money on me,” Tina whines, as she dumps the bag of clothes out on the couch. I dump mine on the dining room table.

“I did not. We needed this stuff, and the clearance sales fueled my need to make sure we were set for the future.” I smile as I openly sort through the multiple pairs of panties and bras. All matching, and in various fabrics, shades, and colours. Then I open up and fold all the shirts, pants, pajamas and tank tops. I may have gone a little overboard.

“Where are you going to wear that little black dress?” Tina asks, drawing my attention to the black leather dress I couldn’t pass up.

“Do you remember the client I had that showed up at the door?” Tina nods. “He invited me to dinner tonight. I figured, why not show off the goods, and celebrate my win.” She smiles, screams and then tells me I need to go upstairs so we can plan how to make his jaw drop when he sees me.

“Leave the clothes, I will get them sorted. You make sure you do the PTA’s.” I look at her and question what the PTA’s are. “Pussy, Tits and Armpits. Make sure you trim the hedges, mow the lawn and smell better than the hooker on Main.” My eyes widen, and I stare at her before heading to the stairs.

I stop halfway up, looking over my shoulder, “You certainly know how to let that freak flag fly.”

“It’s better to be bald when he eats at the Y. Nothing like pubic dental floss.” She starts to laugh, her hand slapping on her leg. Shaking my head, I head up the stairs and start getting ready for the date I am not even sure he will show up for.

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Tina left an hour ago with a promise that I would tell her how everything was going. I also made a promise to text her with my exact location. Now here I sit with my thoughts racing.

What happens if he backs out?

What happens if he ends up like my ex?

Should I tell him about my ex?

Is he even going to show up? On that last thought, the doorbell rings. My heart races, and my palms begin to sweat.

“Jessikah, you are a smart, independent woman. The only person’s opinion that matters is yours,” I whisper, as I open the door and watch his mouth hang open as his eyes roam over my leather clad body.

“Holy fuck!” He moans, his hands coming to my hip as he turns me to the side. “Fuck your ass looks like a trophy wrapped in that.” The bag in his hand drops to the ground, causing me to look at it and then him. He bends down and picks it up, thrusting it at me, but not moving his hand from my body. “I bought these for you. But now I can only picture you naked and sitting on my face.”

“I don’t do that,” I say, taking the bag from his hand and placing it on the table by my door, before grabbing the clutch I placed there when Tina left, along with my phone.

“You don’t do what?” Paul asks.

“Sit on anyone. I am too heavy.” I don’t look at him as I step toward him and begin to close my door.

“It would be the perfect way to die. Smothered in a pussy that I am one hundred percent sure would be like opening the gates of heaven.” He smiles, turns and offers his elbow to me. Linking my arm through his, I follow his lead as he takes me to a midnight purple nineteen sixty-nine Pontiac GTO.

“Good choice of cars,” I giggle, remembering the nineteen sixty-seven Shelby GT500 coup I had before I left my ex. It was my baby until the ex raped me on top of it and I couldn’t stand to be anywhere near it.

“This is my baby. Or one of them. Black Betty is my bike. This girl is named Midnight and I have a brand new Camaro that’s bright yellow. Her name is Sunshine. I can’t wait to see you in and on all of them. You are going to look so sexy. Not that you don’t look extremely hot in just your pajama pants.” He smiles, opens my door and watches my ass as I slide into the bucket seat.

As he turns to make his way around the car, I notice the slacks hug his ass, making it picture perfect. With every stride, the material pulls tight and then loosens as the next leg swings. “Damn, that man is sexy as hell,” my inner thoughts playing like a monologue that I am glad nobody can here. My eyes stay glued to the man until he slides into his seat.

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