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I felt like the biggest fucking idiot. She’d played me yet again. She had some kind of control over my cock, and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Was this the last time? Or would she find me again? I mean, she clearly knew where I fucking lived.
“What’s your name?” She whispered, because I hadn’t replied to her last question.
“Ryder.” Why the fuck did I just tell her that? Fuck!
“I like it. Is it a road name?”
She knew too much about bikers, and I didn’t like that either.
“What do you know about that?”
She sighed. “I sawSons of Anarchy. I always thought it was hot, how they have funny names, and have all these rules for the way they live.” Yeah, clearly she doesn’t live by any decent fucking rules.
FuckingSoAagain though. Every chick thought they knew what to expect from us, because they’d seen that damn show.
“Let me ask you something, darlin’.”
“Tori,” she said, before I could speak. Jesus, her name?
“What?”
“You were going to ask my name in return. It’s Tori.” It was kinda pretty, but for fuck’s sake, that’s not the point. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to asshole up.
“Yeah, wasn’t interested in your name, bitch. I actually wanted to ask you why the fuck you’d mess with a biker, if you saw that show? You know a lot of us are criminals, yeah? Dangerous? Violent? We aren’t the kinda people you mess with.”
She practically moaned again. “She chose you, not me, but once I had you, it was like I’d found something special.”
Bitch. Sitting there talking to me like I’m some fucking date.
“Why don’t you come to the clubhouse to see me? I’ll take you to my bed, and make you take my cock all night.”
She sounded like she stopped breathing for a moment.
“Did you even get off, while you were sliding those slutty fingers inside your pussy?”
“I… yes… I should go now.”
Fuck. I couldn’t let her leave. What if I never heard from her again? And of course, I mean because I need my revenge. That’s the only damn reason.I think.
“Tori?”
I heard her breath catch in her throat.
“Yes, Ryder?”
“Think about it. Seeing me again, I mean. I won’t tell the others. It’ll be just you and me, but this time I want to be aware. I want to see, and feel, and taste, and touch every part of you. I want to make you scream as you come. I want to watch you, as you fist the sheets, and writhe beneath me. You think riding my cock was good, you have no fucking idea how good it’d be with me conscious. I know you’ve been thinking about me. About that. Oh, and I’m keeping this phone. I won’t tell my Pres, or the others. You call me when you’re ready.”
Before I could rethink that, or make any other stupid suggestions, I ended the call, sliding the phone into my pocket, beside my own. My breathing had calmed down, but my heart still raced.
What the actual fuck did I just do? And how do I keep this from them? Should I? Or should I do what any sensible person would do, and go straight to Reacher, and hand over the phone, so Ice can do whatever the fuck it is that he does, so we can find her.
Jesus. Ice!
I pulled my own phone out of my pocket, having vaguely noticed it vibrating now and then, while I was jerking off.
Ice:I need her number, dickwad.
Ice:Come on, man. I’m not sitting here with my thumb up my ass.
