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“Awesome, let’s give them hell!”
Seven
Fiend
“Wow, look at those girls walking to the door,” Karla says.
“Yeah, I know. It’s Friday, and the MCs usually have a party. Lots of girls come to see if they can get a Brother,” I say, nodding. “Just be careful.”
“I will,” Karla says.
We gather our purses, and I watch Fiend. He gets off his bike, pulling off his gear, and placing it on his bike. He walks over to the car, opens the door, and takes my hand.
I lean into him, look at the open doors, and listen to the blaring music.
“Wow, it’s packed,” I say. “Fiend, can I ask you to please tell Killer not to abandon Karla. She’s not used to the MC lifestyle, a good girl.”
“I already talked to him about it, no worries. Let’s go inside,” Fiend says, taking my hand.
“Are you going to dance with me,” I ask, leaning into his side.
“Baby girl, I’m going to do more than dance with you,” Fiend says.
We walk into the clubhouse, and to me it’s just like the Wicked Warriors MC clubhouse, no difference, only different bikers, and club whores.
Fiend walks across the main clubhouse, weaving through the groups dancing and talking. I see the club whores getting fucked.
Fiend stops at the end of the bar, in the corner, and lifts me to sit on the stool. Karla sits next to me. Fiend leans on the bar countertop with his arm around my shoulders.
Killer does the same to Karla. I watch Karla smile, and her eyes sparkle. I’ve never seen her so happy before.
“Baby girl,” Fiend says, handing me a beer.
Autumn takes the beer and takes a pull, and smiles. I love watching her; she’s so prissy, transparent, and sassy. I know what she says, she means.
I’m a lucky motherfucker.
She wants me.
I believe her, because I see it in her eyes.
“Josh, dance with me,” She says, taking my hand.
Of fuckincourse I’m not really into dancing, but for her I will dance. Thank fuck it’s slow dance, and I pull her into my arms.
Autumn moves her hands up my chest and wraps them around my neck, pulling me close.
“Josh, I want you closer,” She says, kissing my neck.
The kiss feels like it’s a match that’s thrown on gasoline, and I erupt. My cock is hard, so ready to bury deep inside.
“Baby girl, I want you,” I say, kissing her neck.
“I like hearing that, Josh. I want you,” Autumn says.
I pull her closer, as we sway to the song, one of my favorites. It’s an old song by Foreigner.
I wanna know what love is.
