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I popped the button on her jeans, and her body tensed against mine. “We still have a few minutes to spare before he gets here. I plan on making good use of our time.”

I slipped my hand inside her jeans and had to suppress a groan when I found she was already wet for me. She never disappointed me, and always made me feel so fucking welcome between her legs. With a single finger, I eased her shirt sleeve to the side, placing my lips on her naked shoulder. She tilted her head, breathing in deep, her chest rising and falling.

“If you weren’t wearing these jeans, I’d let you ride me on this bike until your pussy gushed for me.”

Her arm reached back, her fingers grabbing at my hair as I pressed the pad of my finger against her clit. My arm snaked underneath hers to cup her tit in my palm, which earned me a heady moan from her lips. To me, it was obvious that her waist wasn’t the only part of her body which had put on some healthy weight.

Gently, I kneaded her breast, nipping at the skin of her neck with my teeth. “I’m going to make you come right here, right now. But when we get back home, you’ll go straight to the bedroom and wait for me, naked and on your knees.” I palmed her sex and slipped a single digit inside her. “Then you’ll show me just how thankful you are.”

She whimpered as I dragged my finger all the way from her opening to her clit, massaging the little bud, causing her body to tremble against mine.

“Do you understand, ballerina girl?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, a rush of air as I continued to work her between her legs. Knowing this woman was mine, and only mine, was a kind of aphrodisiac I’d never experienced before. Probably why I was a walking hard-on around her all the damn time.

I sucked her earlobe, my fingers stroking her sensitive flesh. Her hips started to move, riding my hand, clenching my bike between her thighs as I guided her to the edge, one finger and one stroke at a time. Feeling her thrust into my palm, her greedy body desperate for release, was fucking intoxicating and addictive. I’d made her come enough times during the last few weeks to know her bottom lip would start to quiver whenever she was about to orgasm.

When I reached for her throat, craning her neck back and pressing her head into my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of that trembling lower lip and applied a little more pressure between her legs.

Her body shuddered, and moans rolled over her sweet lips like a fucking ballad. The beautiful sounds that came from her as she orgasmed had my cock aching and my balls tight.

I felt her pleasure coat my palm. “That’s my girl.”

“Granite,” she said, out of breath, “you need to⁠—”

“Oh, here comes your dad.”

Alyx shot upright. “Jesus, Granite.”

Her pants were buttoned, and she was off the bike in one-point-two seconds flat. I leaned back leisurely with a giant smirk on my face like I was the one who just came in my pants.

Alyx scowled at me, her face and neck flushed. “Do you want my father to shoot you?”

I shrugged, dragging my finger along my nose, smelling her sweetness. “You’re mine, Alyx. I’ll make you come wherever and whenever the fuck I want.”

“Well, you won’t be able to do that if you’re dead.”

I laughed then watched as she walked toward her dad coming from the other direction. This was the second time since she decided to stay with me that she met up with her dad. It was safer that way. The less the Kings associated with the PC, the better. And Alyx was part of the Kings now. She was the old lady of the president. But I knew how important it was for her to keep in contact with her father, so I made it happen whenever I could. There was nothing in this fucking world I wouldn’t do for my old lady.

I focused my gaze on the ocean ahead while waiting for them, giving them the privacy they needed. What she discussed with her dad was between her and him. I had every other aspect of her, so the least I could do was give him these few minutes to have her all to himself.

“What a show.” Onyx appeared out of nowhere, smiling like a jerk.

I sat up straight. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know what that finger of yours smells like.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face before I cut your balls off.”

Onyx snickered and pulled his hair out of his face. “Dutch made me follow you. He’s pissed ’cause his arm is still in a sling. Now he has me on fucking protection duty.”

I shook my head. “It’s going to drive Alyx crazy when Dutch is back on his ride and on my ass.”

Onyx lit a smoke and nudged his head in Alyx’s direction. “You think it’s a good idea to let her see him?”

“He’s her dad. I’m not going to keep her away from him.”

“It’s risky.”