Page 6 of 23 Hours

“Gunz!” That pouty bottom lip begs for attention. Nope, I’m not giving in. My favorite little whore might be hotter than a high-class hooker, but she can wait. I’ll gorge on her splayed beauty and do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I fuckin’ want.

To give her a better view, I shimmy my boxers and jeans down enough to expose every bit I’ve got to offer. I wrap a fist around my erection and jack myself slowly. More precum oozes from the pierced slit. I use it as lube and smear the rest into the skull tattoo above my dick, where pubes no longer exist. If you want whores to suck you off on a regular, you gotta keep the playground trimmed. I wax. It makes life easier. Call me Metro, but I bet you’d be the first to get on your knees to lick these smooth balls.

Niki attempts to scissor her thighs together for friction. They don’t touch, not even a little. I laugh when she gets frustrated, trying to make it work.

“Havin’ problems, babe?”

She yanks hard on the restraints, rocking herself on the mattress. It squeaks in protest. “Touch me. Touch me. Goddammit, put that thing inside me!” Niki’s chest heaves, desperation clinging to every inch of her form.

That’s it, sweetheart, get ready. Nice and ready.

Someone clears their throat behind me. Not concerned about the intrusion, I don’t stop gettin’ myself off.

Niki’s the first to address our visitor. “Hey, Viper,” she purrs, battin’ those long lashes. “Wanna give me some dick? Gunz is bein’ stingy.”

This greedy bitch has no patience. She’s crusin’ for a bruised ass tonight. If she keeps it up, she won’t be able to sit tomorrow. Not that either of us will mind. Niki gets off on anything I wanna do to her.

I continue to stroke myself and turn to face my fellow brother.

Looking from Niki to me, Viper smiles like the deviant he was born to be. “You want me to take over?” His eyebrows bounce suggestively.

Like hell, he can. I didn’t warm Niki up for him to work out her pussy by himself. “Take over? Why would I want you to take over when you could join?” Now get your mind outta the gutter. We share whores ‘round here. It’s a thing. Look it up. There’s no shame in our game. We fuck what we want, with whoever we want. Swords cross, but don’t touch…much. Watchin’ a chick come apart on two cocks is a thing of beauty. You should try it sometime.

Viper shrugs off his cut and lays it on my dresser. Next goes the Harley t-shirt, exposing an impressive eight-pack and an array of ink. “No can do, bro,” he says. “There’s some bitch goin’ off on Dallas and Blimp at the gate. Says she knows you. That you need to talk.”

You’ve gotta be shitting me. Now? When I could tag team Niki with Viper?

Fuck.

“Seriously?” I growl, tucking myself back into my pants and zippin’ up as Viper drops trowel, knowin’ damn well I won’t leave Niki hanging when she’s been such a good whore. If she wants biker cock, she’ll get biker cock. From the looks of Viper’s rod, he’s down to take my place. Can’t say I’m not salty about it, ’cause I am, but I’ve got business to handle. The club comes first.

“As a heart attack,” he states, kicking off his leather boots, giving the room a front-row view of his bare backside. Niki whistles in appreciation. “She rode up in a lifted pickup ‘bout fifteen minutes ago. Won’t leave, and the brothers don’t wanna hurt her. Figured you can work it out since we know she ain’t armed.”

This had better be life or death.

Ready to get this over with so I can join the tail end of the epic fucktacular, I don’t bother saying goodbye when Viper climbs on the end of the bed and gives Niki a fresh lick from ass to clit. The bastard gets to have all the fun when I’m stuck bein’ the responsible one.

Sexually frustrated doesn’t begin to cover how I feel as I power through the halls on a mission, bypassing brothers and club whores alike. I punch the door to the common room open. More brothers mill about, cleaning up yesterday’s mess like we ordered them to do. From the looks of it, they’re about done. They propped a fresh door and frame against the wall, ready to be installed come sunrise. Beer bottles line the bar top as Buckcherry thunders through the jukebox. Jizz is gettin’ a blowie from a whore on the couch. I give ‘em a wide berth and beeline it to the hole we call an exit, where the double glass doors used to be. Bulletproof my ass. Those machine guns tore ‘em up.

Standing at the mangled gate up ahead, lit by motorcycle headlights, are White Boy, Blimp, and Dallas. They step to the wayside as they see me approach.

I don’t notice the chick on the opposite side of the steel until I’m upon them. That’s when I hear her smooth, articulate voice first, givin’ Blimp hell, before I get an eyeful of an inked-out, purple-haired woman with average tits and wide hips. Who, upon closer inspection, must be in her late thirties.

I stop next to White Boy, who looks like he could use some shut-eye.

“Can I help you?” I give her a second once-over. She’s hot. A smidge older than I usually screw, but fuckable. Bet she’d look sexy trussed up in my bed.

The woman’s arms cross beneath her breasts, her hip cocked. “You sure can. You can take care of your son. The asshole got himself locked up again for the second time.”

Excuse me?

This lady is on something if she thinks I got a kid.

I glance at my brothers. They’re snickering—the fucks.

To make sure I didn’t misunderstand what she said, I cup a hand around my ear. “Come again?” It’s a dick move, I know.

Unamused, her jaw tightens. “You deaf? I said take care of your stupid son.”

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