Page 116 of Dirty Salvation

“Stake your fuckin’ claim on my cock, Icy. It’s yours.” – Rider

It had been a flying visit with his sister. She needed to get back to her psychotherapist practice. As usual, Gia poked her cute nose into his business, why she couldn’t have used the phone and asked him what was going on his life, he didn’t know, but he’d been happy to see his baby sister. Because of the animosity with his father, the times between visits with the family he did like were few and short between.

“You love her?” she’d asked him when he’d dropped her off at the airport to head back to her job and life in Texas, he absolutely should have left her at the door instead of waiting at the gate with her, he could have avoided her Marinos inquisition. He didn’t need to ask whichherGia was talking about since she hadn’t shut up about Zara for the entire twenty-four hours she’d been in town.

He was a secure alpha-guy enough in his feelings to be able to admit to his sister he was in love.

That wasn’t enough for her. She’d pressed on. “Are you making her your old lady?” Gia might not be in the club life and he was glad of it, he didn’t want his sister with someone like him, but she knew how it worked, knew making someone your old lady meant he was in for the long haul.

He’d rolled his eyes. “What do you think lovin’ her means, Gia? I want her on my bike. She’s my old lady already. Not lettin’ her go again.”

As far as Gia knew, she was told he and Zara had known each other years ago and had recently come back into his life. She’d pushed him for the details but he’d assured her that was Zara’s story to share if and when she wanted to and not to fucking bug her ever about it. Maybe it was the tone of his voice that convinced her but she’d smiled widely and informed him it was about time he settled down.

He was in no rush to share the news with his father. For now, it was just for his sister's ears alone.

Driving back from the airport he had a call from the clinic, he’d known his test results would come back clear, it was Zara he was worried about, not waiting until he reached the compound he’d called the office, asked if she’d had hers back as well.Fuck… she’d cried so hard he thought it was bad news, he’d told her they’d get through anything.

“No, Rider, you don’t understand. I don’t believe it but ... They said I’m all clean. Nothing is wrong ... God. I thought…“

Now he was driving like a maniac to get back to her.Gonna fuck you, baby. Be ready. He’d told her. He wanted to push into her bare,fuck. To feel that hot wet clasp with nothing in between them. She was already on the pill having picked up a prescription weeks ago. Fuck yeah, he was getting into his girl raw now she had nothing to worry about.

He drove the rest of the way hard as a rock and insane to take her.

He didn’t expect to get cornered by one of the groupies the moment he stepped into the clubhouse as if she’d been waiting for him to show up.

"We could have some fun, baby. It's been a while." Shandi whined a little jutting out her bottom lip as if a pout would work on him. Rider could have told her even if she'd waved her bare tits in his face it wasn't gonna rouse him.

He'd fucked her once years ago, and that was more than enough. Shandi was pushing forty, her skin was the color of burnt toffee, with raven hair half way down to her ass cheeks and she always smelled of something sickly sweet cheap perfume. He supposed she was good looking inasmuch as any of their groupies were, but she didn't do it for him. The one night he’d had he he’d been bored out of his mind, it was the only reason sex had happened. Forgotten right after.

Besides that, all his boys had been through her by now and she didn't seem to care, she liked sex and Rider could appreciate that kinda person, but she didn't get that he didn't wanna fuck her again. It didn't stop her trying every few months, testing the waters, he was usually good about knocking her back, sending her on her way to one of the others. Tonight, as she pressed her tits up against his chest the gesture rankled him.

His eyes turned flat. "Didn't we already have this conversation, Shandi? I'm not interested. I got a girl."

She smiled, spreading her glossed lips wide, moved in deeper until Rider had to grip the tops of her arms and push her back. She pouted like a little girl again, but this time did it with a smirk etched right on her face.

"Talk is you don't have a girl. What's the hurt if we spend a little time together? I won't tell anyone. She has to learn the way of the club anyway."

Now she was straight up irritating him, her fingernails crawling up his chest. Rider grabbed her wrist hard enough to leave finger marks behind, dragged her close so she could see the clear whites of his eyes, her own widened, not mistaking it for anything other than what it was; a warning.

"I'ma only say it one more time, and you best hear me or it won't turn out nice for you. I'm not interested in you now or ever, Shandi, go suck someone else's cock, you got it?" Fucks sake, he hated the stink of desperation and that's what came off most of the club’s groupies who fancied themselves being an old lady for the status and the money but didn't mind throwing their pussies around until they caught someone.

Rider's head was full of someone else.

His dick got owned long ago he just didn't know it.

"Okay. Okay. Fine, you don't haveta be mean about it, Rider. Jeez." She jutted her lip again. "I’ve missed you and your cock, I remember how good it made me feel, no one made me come like you did, you know I can deep throat you like no other. Was only tryna spend a bit of time with you again for old times’ sake." that he didn't believe, she could get sex anywhere.

She'd seen Zara, saw her influence around the place and felt the sting of it and wanted to asserted ownership where she had no right planting flags.

Groupies didn't realize that's all they were. They all got something out of it, but in the long run, it wasn't going much further than sex and fun. Shandi was one of the longest staying groupies, most drifted away or got told to not come back again for one reason or another. Rider could see Shandi's day coming if she was going to be a fucking nuisance.

"As I said. Not interested." His tone was dismissive and for once she listened, giving him a glance over her shoulder as she walked away.

Finally. Fuck. Rider sighed, swerved to head in the opposite direction, so fucking ready to lay eyes on his Icy.

Only the woman in question was stood right there at the end of the corridor, her hand up around her neck, accusing narrowed eyes all over him.

No prizes for guessing she'd seen him with Shandi, how close he had Shandi to his body.

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