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He kisses me again, and I melt. He continues to kiss me, his fingers teasing me through my panties as he holds me firmly in place, pressed up against the wall. The brickwork is cold and hard against my back, the sounds of music thudding through the walls, partygoers walk past, laughing. If they turned and looked down the alley, they’d see us, but I don’t care.

With one swift tug, Chief rips my panties completely off me, and I gasp. He tucks them into his jacket pocket before looking me in the eye as he slides his fingers inside me. I open my mouth to moan, and he abruptly stops moving, fingers inside me. I bite down on my lip, not wanting him to stop for anything. With his fingers alone, he quickly brings me to a shuddering, silent orgasm, and I bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from crying out. Only when I’ve stopped cumming does he remove his fingers.

He holds my arms still, meeting my eye once more as he licks his fingers clean of my juices. The sight is sexy enough that I almost cum again. Finally, he releases my wrists, and I reach for him, wanting to return the favor, wanting more, wanting him. He catches my hand in his and shakes his head.

“Not here. I want you to know exactly what you’re signing up for first, and you won’t be able to stay quiet,” he adds with quiet certainty.

I nod, not quite trusting myself to speak yet. He offers me his arm, which is good because my legs feel like jello, and we walk to his bike. All of a sudden, I feel acutely aware of the fact that I am now wearing a dress with no panties, and he wants me to straddle a motorcycle.

“Erm… I’m not wearing any panties, remember? You destroyed them.”

He chuckles, a devilish glint in his eye. “I know, why do you think I did it. Now, get on, stay close, wouldn’t want anyone to see.”

My jaw drops. “You’re worse than Dash!”

“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” He winks. “They don’t call us the Wild Riders for nothing.”

Chapter 25

Chief

I was hard the entire ride back to the clubhouse. The way her tight pussy felt clenching around my fingers supplied images to my brain that made keeping focused on riding safely, difficult. Having her pressed up against me on the back of my bike and knowing she was bare under that dress had me wanting to pull over on the side of the road and fuck her senseless.

But I had better plans than that for tonight, and somehow, we made it back to the clubhouse safely.

“Wow, that was… unexpected,” Sadie chuckles as we pull to a stop and climb off, flushed and a little embarrassed. She awkwardly tugs at her dress, no doubt self-conscious of her nakedness. I have to rearrange myself a little, too. She notices with a triumphant glint in her eyes.

“Told you. You should do as I say more often.”

“Maybe I will,” she says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“Inside,” I manage to choke out.

She smirks, swaying her hips as she walks ahead. I can still taste her on my tongue, still smell that fucking amazing smell of her, and I rush to catch up, paranoid that somehow the other men will smell the sex radiating off her too. Mine, my brain growls.

Thankfully, the clubhouse is quiet when we return, and there’s no sign of the guys. We head upstairs to check on Owen. Dash is in Owen’s room, fast asleep in the chair beside the bed, a book splayed open on his lap. Owen sleeps soundly in his bed. Sadie peeks in, smiling softly, and I wonder if the moment has gone. That she’ll make excuses to go to bed.

She shuts the door quietly and turns to look at me. “So…”

“You’re probably tired—”

“—your room or mine?” she says at the same time.

“—You’ve had a lot to drink,” I finish.

She looks me dead in the eye. “Not too much to know I want this.”

“You might change your mind about that in a second,” I warn. I scoop her up, carrying her to my room, too impatient now that I have her home to wait.

Sadie lets out a little yip of surprise but doesn’t complain. When I place her down again on the floor of my bedroom, she looks around curiously. She chuckles. “From the way you were talking, I was expecting some kind of sex dungeon,” she says with a nervous giggle.

My stomach drops. I don’t laugh.

Sadie turns to look at me, her smile faltering when she sees my face. “Wait, do you have a sex dungeon?”

I take a deep breath. I just gotta rip the band-aid off. We’ve come this far. She needs to know, and I think I’ll die if I can’t touch her again. Or we’ll attempt to have normal sex with disastrous consequences.

“I wouldn’t call it a dungeon as such…”