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Kicking the door shut, I dropped down onto the bed and closed my eyes. My dick was still trying to break its way out, so I undid my belt and unfastened my top button. Carefully, I unzipped the fly and pulled my dick out of my boxers.
I didn’t try to hold back my groan as I stroked my cock in a tight fist. I imagined Quinn was this tight. That she had never been touched before, and I could be the one to pluck her cherry. I wanted her dripping wet as she coated my cock with her creamy pussy.
I stroked myself slowly, taking my time, enjoying the fantasy that was building in my head. It wasn’t the first time I had done that; it definitely wouldn’t be the last, either. Quinn was my favorite fantasy. Sometimes, when I was fucking a woman, I would pretend it was her under me, and it would get me off in a matter of minutes.
My balls began to tighten, the first sign that I was going to come. I released my cock and smeared the liquid on the tip over the head, getting it nice and wet. Then, diving my hand into my boxers, I cupped my balls, squeezing and massaging them, letting myself imagine that it was Quinn.
Her hands were small, but not soft. I had seen the calluses on them from how hard she worked at, not only Aggie’s, but when she’d had to take care of her sick mom, too. She was a good girl, a good woman. She would make some lucky bastard a good wife one day.
Jealous at the thought of some faceless prick who would one day get to claim the one thing I wanted more than anything, I stroked myself harder. The pressure in my balls doubled, and I knew I was going to blow any minute.
Before I could come, I released myself again.
I wanted to be inside a woman when I came, but the one I wanted wasn’t available. This was my punishment for all the bad shit I had done in my life. For all the fucking, killing, and the countless other sins I had committed over the years as an Angel’s Halo member.
Fuck, if this was just a taste of the hell that awaited me in the hereafter, I knew I would spend eternity frying while the devil laughed his ass off.
Chapter 4
Quinn
The party was going strong around me. MC members were laughing and having a good time. A few kids were running around, screaming and playing. Old ladies were trying to keep up with their children, husbands, and making sure no one went overboard.
I was feeling good, laid back, and almost emotionless. It was a fun feeling, peaceful even.
Then I saw two of my three sisters watching me with knowing smirks on their faces, and I realized this was not what I wanted. I wasn’t like them. They spent their lives always looking for a good time—drinking, doing drugs, and any guy who gave them so much as a second glance.
Putting the cup I had just poured for myself on the nearest table, I turned away from my sisters’ smiling faces and headed for the bathroom. Flick had gotten dragged away by Jet and Hawk for something party related, and Colt had tempted Kelli to go outside with him. Knowing those two, they were in the back of her car, making out like two horny teenagers. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other.
The bathrooms that everyone who wasn’t a MC member used were in the back of the clubhouse, past the bedrooms. Even as tipsy as I was—okay, so I was two sips away from being stumbling drunk—I could find them with no trouble.
I passed one that I knew all too well. Not because I had ever been inside it, but because, when I had been sixteen, I had more or less stalked Raider. I had made it my mission to know everything about my best friend’s brother, and that included where he slept when he wasn’t home.
Looking back from my tipsy point of view, I realized I had been sickeningly pathetic where that particular man was concerned. How many times, as a stupid teenager, had I stood outside that door, tracing little hearts on the wood? Dammit, I wished I could go back in time and kick that girl’s ass. Maybe I wouldn’t have wasted so many years pining away for him.
Mentally cursing myself, I reached for the doorknob, but before I could touch it, the knob twisted and the door swung inward.
Lost in a mixture of self-loathing and tipsy as hell, it took me a few seconds to realize someone was coming out of the bathroom. I just stood there, blinking wide-eyed up at the guy who now stood in front of me.
It took a moment to realize who I was looking at, because this guy was one of the new prospects. The club had two newer prospects on top of the three that had been around for nearly a year now. This one had come from another club. Texas, I thought he had said.
He came in for lunch at the diner at least twice a week and always set in my section. He had been cordial every time and left me good tips. I liked his smile and had even flirted with him a time … or ten.
Boomer was the name everyone called him, but like most of the guys in the MC, I figured that wasn’t the name his momma had given him. He was nice to look at with his lean build, sleeved up tatted arms, and a face that belonged on some dark, Greek god.
“Well, hello there, pretty girl,” Boomer’s deep voice greeted me, reminding me exactly how he had gotten his name. It was a nice, deep voice. The kind that made a girl wet when he spoke to them like he just had me. His smile was even and white, almost too perfect for a biker really. There was a dimple at the left corner of his mouth, one that had gotten most of the other waitresses at Aggie’s giggling every time he flashed it at them.
“Hi,” I began, stopping as soon as I heard the sound of my voice. To my own ears, it seemed to come out all husky and sexy. Shit, but I got all seductive when I was tipsy.
Mentally shrugging, I tilted my head to the right ever so slightly while my eyes took in every inch of this guy from head to toe and back again.
Boomer just stood there, a smug grin on his face while he let me look my fill.
As my eyes started the long trip back up, I heard him chuckle. “Like what you see, darlin’?”
I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the alcohol that still made my blood sing through my veins gave me a confidence I never would have had while sober.
Licking my lips, I met his gaze. “I don’t know. Maybe if I saw what was under all those clothes, I could make up my mind.”
