Page 16 of Ride Hard
She eyed the gun in my lap, and I picked it up and slammed the magazine back into the grip. When she twigged I was taking it with me, she glanced at the car keys. I was taking those,too.
Opening the bathroom door, I curled my lip. It was fucking tiny in there. Throwing a glance over my shoulder at Sloane, she smiledsweetly.
“Don’t let me keep you,” she said with apout.
Slamming the door closed, I shut her out and ran my hand over my face. Not even a day had passed, and already I wanted to throttle the bitch. Throttle her while my cock slammed into her pussy more likeit.
Turning on the shower, I undressed as steam filled the room. Seeing there was blood splattered on my T-shirt, I cursed and tossed it into the trash. Ginger would come looking for me, that was a certainty. That was if my knife hadn’t ripped the muscle in hisleg.
Revenge was a never-ending cycle unless someone worked up the balls to be the bigger man and end it. You didn’t have to be a genius to know when you ran with bikers, there was never a bigger man.Ever.
Wiping the condensation off the mirror, I stared at my reflection.Pretty boyChaser.
I’d been a part of Fortitude Motorcycle Club for seven years. It was a long-ass time on the road doing what I did. Hunting down the scum of the earth, settling scores, working the other side. I was the nameless ghost who walked in, fucked shit up, and walked out golden…all in the name ofFortitude.
There was a reason they called me Chaser, and that was it. I chased blood and money, and nothingelse.
I was the guy in the corner you didn’t mess with. I was the guy who didn’t blink when I took the shot. I was the guy who didn’t give a fuck about how many people I’d killed. I was the guy who worked best alone. I was the guy who the boss trusted to get his little girl…who wasn’t so littleanymore.
All I cared about was the job.All I cared about was thejob.
Glancing down at my cock, I grunted.Just try to fucking rememberthat.
Stepping into the shower, I unwrapped the cheap and nasty motel soap andscrubbed.
God dammit, my balls were tight. I couldn’t go back out there sporting a motherfucking erection. Sloane would have a fieldday.
Fisting my shaft, I squeezed, then stroked. Slow at first until I got in the zone. Imagining I was sliding into a wet pussy, my breathing quickened as the water pressure beat down onto my sensitive crown.Yeah, just like that. Wet andtight…
Slapping my palm against the tiles, I lowered my head and pumped faster. Sloane didn’t seem to know how fuckable she was. That blonde with the big tits had practically molested her the first night I’d walked into Teasers. Pulled out her hair and tied that little knot in her already skimpy T-shirt. Immediate hard-on rightthere.
I imagined my hands on her little waist, pulling her onto my dick, right down to theballs.
Biting my lip, I swallowed my grunting as I came and aimed downward. An orgasm pulsed through me, making my muscles tense as I held onto the sensation as long as I could. When I was finally empty, I kicked the water in the bottom of the shower and washed it allaway.
Watching my cum as it swirled around the plug and disappeared down the drain, I curled my lip at the accurate metaphor for my life. I would’ve preferred to leave my juices some place else, but I was on a job, and until it was over, down the hole my manhoodwent.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, my cock nice and soft again, Sloane was still on the floor where I’d lefther.
“You spend a lot of time in the shower,” she said. “Were you rubbing one out orsomething?”
