I walked over. Jody plastered herself to my side, and Onyx offered a brief smile.
Onyx looked me over head to toe, and I sensed the danger emanating from him. Did Onyx pick up on my vibes?
“Owe you for Storm’s life,” Onyx said and held out a hand. I didn’t hesitate and shook it.
“Yeah, you do. I’ll collect one day.”
“Come to Silver City, a week on Saturday, for a cookout. Bring Jody,” Onyx commanded, turning away.
I snorted with amusement. Nobody ordered me about.
“If I’m out of bed, I will. Got two years to make up for,” I retorted.
Onyx paused and then kept walking. “See you then, Magic.”
I laughed and, holding Jody tightly, headed to her shit heap of a car.
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“They’re fuckin’ idiots,” Jody stated as we sat in bed eating fried chicken. The moment we got home, Jody stripped naked and jumped my bones. For over twelve hours, we’d christened every room in the apartment and several surfaces. Jody was grinning as the sheets pooled around her waist, and her gorgeous tits were on show. Perfect, my own miracle.
“Yeah. Which gives me an issue because I also need a job,” I replied.
“I guess you can’t manage the bar from afar?”
“Nah. I’ll find something,” I assured her.
“And fight club’s over with?” Jody murmured.
“That isn’t legal.”
Jody grinned. “I know. But the idea of you in that ring just makes me want to fuck you hard.” She moved the chicken aside, and I allowed her to shove me backwards. Jody grabbed my hand and slowly sucked the grease from my fingers as she lazily watched my cock grow hard again.
“There’s my big boy,” Jody cooed before ducking her head and taking me into her mouth. Of their own accord, my hands snaked into her mass of hair as Jody worshipped my cock. Her tongue rolled around my shaft as she deep-throated me. Christ, this was my version of heaven, and I’d never lose it again.
Jody
I headed out to college with a grin on my face on Monday. I’d spent four days screwing Magic and could barely walk. My pussy needed a vacation and was possibly on strike. We’d only left the bed for basic needs, showers, and food. I’d missed Magic so much it had physically hurt. I was amused when Magic told me how he’d met Storm and how many fights he’d gotten into. But Magic supporting Storm wasn’t a surprise. Magic, underneath the rough and tumble, was a good guy.
“Yo!” a woman called, and I glanced over. Aster hurried over with a huge grin. We were childhood friends, lived in the same building, and were also on the same course.
“Hey!”
“You’re walking a bit funny, bitch,” Aster exclaimed, and I grinned.
“We didn’t leave the bed at all,” I replied, and Aster scowled.
“Jody, I hate you!” she complained. “I need a biker.”
“Honey, Magic’s a jackhammer. Knows how to hit the right spots and won’t come until I do. That guy owns me,” I crowed, and Aster gave me a friendly shove.
“Meanwhile, the rest of us make do with limp dicked wannabes.” Aster grinned.
“Can’t help it. My man is a god.”
“Shut up. I really hate you.”
I laughed at Aster as we headed into the building. Life was pretty much perfect right now.
