Page 58 of Prince Charming

Yeah, right. Sappy fucker.

He was near becauseheneeded to be.

Tag: Missing me, darlin’?

Marianna: My boss is a taskmaster, I have no time for missing anyone.

Cheeky little thing included those emojis women loved to talk with.

It was rare she joked with him, so he was fucking loving it.

His dick hurt, having been so long since he fucked, it probably thought Tag hated it.

Not the case at all. He wanted to use his dick until he was in a sated coma. It wouldn’t take any effort to saunter out into the central room and jut his chin to a groupie. They were always here. He could spend a few hours exhausting himself between the thighs of a very willing woman.

He wanted to fuck.

Wanted to fuck the stubborn woman until all she tasted in her throat were the screams he put there.

He ached.

Fuckingthrobbed. A dick should not be this neglected. It was inhumane.

They were gonna send him a eunuch welcome certificate any day now.

Swallowing the last bite of food, Tag washed the plate and then dried off his hands before sauntering through to the clubhouse. Preacher strolled in from the entryway, a blast of cold air following, along with his oldest son, Sebastian, the boy made a beeline for Hawk and Sunshine.

Spending a couple of minutes talking to Reaper who’d been out in the shop, it didn’t take long for Tag to feel someone staring at him. The new girl, Kerrie, wasn’t being subtle as she checked Tag out. Wearing ripped jeans painted on long legs and a belly top which showed off a silver bar through her navel. Tattoos along one arm, she flipped her hair, smiling over.

“You caught a live one, brother?” Asked Reaper.

The guy hadn’t looked up, but the ghost was always aware of everything around him. Tag guessed it was all those years he hardly spoke a word to anyone. Reaper’s body hunched over his knees, little tools in both hands while he tried to fix Paige’s watch. He’d been at it for days now. It was a sentimental gift from Paige’s old life before she lost her memory. Which meant Reaper would do anything to get it ticking again on her wrist.

“Seems like.” He answered as Kerrie slid off the stool and started the journey over to him. Sashaying her hips, licking her lips, eyeing him with promises of hot sex on cool sheets. Or right here, where every voyeuristic pervert could watch and hold up score cards.

Tag possessed the correct working organs in his body, telling him to eat, drink, take a piss and when to sleep. He also had the big one reminding him how horny he’d felt for months, with no relief in sight. Other than his poor abused hand.

A jolt from his brain reminded Tag he wassingle.

He could fuck who he wanted to.

Good times were had in this very clubhouse.

All before a cold as ice Russian princess overtook his frontal lobe.

“Hey, baby.” Kerrie purred. He gave her props for not touching him. “You look thirsty, is there anything I can get for you?”

At his side, Reaper snickered low.

He was so fucking thirsty; he was a man dying in the desert.

But there was only one pussy he’d saved it up for, and she wasn’t here.

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In front of Rider, sat his uncle and two cousins.

Weak excuse for men, he thought. Constantly holding onto daddy’s hand, waiting for the say so before they even took a piss. He’d never liked them.

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