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“Yeah,” I say, nodding.
What is he up to?
Fiend walks over, stands behind me, and leans over me, helping me with the shot. He rubs his hard cock against me and kisses my bare shoulder. His hard cock and body heat are turning me on. He’s making my nipples hard, my gut twist, and my panties get wet.
Fucker is teasing me.
“You look so damn sexy,” Fiend whispers next to my ear.
I shiver, and I’m so glad that he’s holding the stick and making the shot.
“Baby girl, stay with me tonight,” Fiend says, in a raspy voice in my ear.
“Are you asking me to go to the clubhouse with you?” I say, turning to look at him.
He’s caging me in against the pool table.
“Yes, because I want you,” Fiend says, running his finger over my cheek.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
“We won,” Karla yells, waving her hands.
“Okay, let’s go. We’re going to the clubhouse,” I say, looking at Karla.
“We are,” Karla asks, wide-eyed.
“Yeah,” I say, leaning against Fiend.
“Okay, let’s go,” Karla says, looking at Killer
“Yes, let’s go have some fun at the clubhouse,” Killer says, nodding.
We leave the bar, and walk to the parking lot.
“Follow us,” Fiend says, helping into the car.
“Okay,” I say, smiling.
Feind leans in, kisses me, and takes a step back, closing the door. I follow him to the clubhouse.
“Karla, how do you like Killer? He’s not someone to play with if you don’t like him. He’s a hardcore MC biker, one of theSatan Warriors MC brats, which means he's a second-generation member. He’s one of the Sergeant At Arms/Enforcer,” I say, glancing at her.
“No worries, I know what an enforcer is,” Karla says, nodding. “I did see his patch on his vest.”
“It’s called a Cut,” I smile.
“Okay, Cut. I like him, he’s sexy as hell, and made me laugh,” Karla says, smiling.
“Okay, I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to or to get hurt,” I say, glancing at her.
Karla chews her lip, looking straight ahead in thought. She inhales and exhales, smiling.
“Autumn, don’t worry about me, okay? I’m going to see where this goes. If it’s just fun, then that’s something I’ll deal with, but I like him,” Karla says, nodding.
“Okay, I’m going to stay with Fiend, at least until Sunday morning if it works out,” I say, biting my lip.
“Yes, if it works out with Killer, I’ll stay with him,” Karla nods, running her fingers through her long, dark, wavy hair.
