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Dash
Istand at Peppermint’s truck, positioned between her legs as I kiss her relentlessly. We got back to Haven about half an hour ago, the place empty, but I haven’t let her leave yet. Not when I haven’t had enough of her taste. I’m starting to seriously think I’ll never get enough.
“Fuck, you got me hard all over again.”
“Jesus, kid,” she murmurs. “I can’t keep up with you.”
I grin and suck on her neck, not caring if I leave a mark. She squirms in the seat, a whimper escaping her lips. I could make her come again. I know it. She would drop those fucking purple lace panties and welcome me right in.
But she’s tired, and I’m being needy. I won’t be that guy. I’m already spending all my extra time with her. We haven’t told the club we’re fucking yet, don’t know if we ever will. I’m good being her dirty little secret.
“I’m going to follow you home,” I say, stepping back, and she nods.
I close her door and walk over to my bike. When she leaves, I pull out behind her and do exactly as I said I would. I follow her home. I watch her go safely inside her house. I watch as she turns her lights out.
Then I get back on the road, heading to the liquor store I took her to. At the time, I didn’t mind the security camera filming us. Still don’t. But I don’t want some sex tape floating around, for Peppermint’s sake.
I learned when shit hit the fan with my dad people will use anything at their disposal to get what they want. My dad didn’t want his other family — his real family — to know about us. He blackmailed my mom. Warned her if she ever contacted his wife and kids, she would lose Jesse and me. She was a single mom, barely making ends meet. He had money, a nice home. Everything he took from us.
So, like I said, I don’t want some sex tape coming back to haunt her. I park in the front this time and go inside, spotting the sleepy clerk behind the counter.
“Hey, man, I need to see your security footage.”
He grunts. “Why in the hell would I give you that?”
I point to my patch and arch an eyebrow at him. It’s reason enough. He motions for me to follow him and shows me to an office where there are six screens that cover the building. I don’t want this guy getting his rocks off on what happened out back, so I tell him I got it, get the flash drive, and shove it into my pocket. I toss him a wave as I head back out to my bike, frowning when I spot an officer jotting down my tag number.
“Something I can help you with, Officer?”
He glances up, then uses his pen to point to my bike. “This yours?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You come here often?”
I smirk. “Why, Officer, that sounds like a pick-up line.”
He shrugs. “I can pick you up, all right. With handcuffs and a trip in my back seat. I’ll repeat the question. Do you come here often?”
“Nope.”
“And when you do, you don’t purchase anything.”
I look down at my empty hands. “Took a leak.”
He nods and starts walking to his squad car. “Have a good night.”
I don’t bother telling him to do the same. I climb on my bike and pull my phone out of my pocket. Texting Seth, I ask if he found out anything on Officer Whitfield. If he happens to know what he looks like. He sends me a pic, and I mumble a curse.
Definitely the same officer.
I put on my helmet this time and drive the fucking speed limit back to the clubhouse, just in case Officer Whitfield decides he wants to fuck with me. Also, this way, I can keep an eye out for a tail. He doesn’t follow me, which is good.
“Hey, you seen Mason around?” I ask Munsey when I get to the clubhouse.
“He left earlier tonight. Said he was staying at his place,” he answers. “Where the hell you been?”
“Out.”
“Ah, like you were last night, and the night before that and the night before that,” he teases. “Sounds like you got yourself a girlfriend.”
I roll my eyes as a brunette approaches, wrapping her arm around Munsey. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Boyfriend then?”
“Fuck you.”
“Or, how about the two of you fuck me?” the brunette offers, licking her lips.
I have before. We have before. Munsey had her pussy while I took her ass. But I don’t have any desire for a repeat.
“I’m good.”
Munsey laughs. “Shit, babe, he’s in love.”
Fuck.
