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Moby turned, his phone slipping from his hand as he screeched like a little bitch. Shocked, he didn’t know what to do but sure enough, the fucker pissed his pants.
Macabre laughter left my lips as I grabbed him by the collar and lifted his feet of the ground. Knowing this next part was going to be gruesome, I spun and looked through the window, staring into the eyes of the woman who needed and deserved to be avenged.
Trish gave me a wobbly smile and then turned her head. Smart. She didn’t want to see this.
Stalking my way across the barren yard and hot Nevada sunshine, I found a tall cactus and lashed Moby to it with a length of chain. Once he was secure, I set to work. Minutes flew by as his screams grew so numerous that I lost count and they faded into nothing. Just white noise.
When I was done, I stepped back to admire the presentation.
An eye for an eye.
When the Scorpions saw this. They would know what was coming for them. The message was loud and clear.
Flashes of Keys and Lockjaw filled my head, and I knew my brothers would be happy that I used the same twisted form of torture on Moby. His entrails were already starting to stink in the sun. Animals scurried along the ground and approached. He’d be nibbled at soon and I loved the idea.
Fuck you, Scorpions. Fuck off, Resnikov.
The last word was mine.
***
Back at the Crossroads, I brought Trish into our room. Closing the door, I led her inside and picked up her hands, squeezing once.
“I want you to stay here. Always. This is your home too. Tell me you need me,” I demanded, “’Cause I can’t live another second without you, my beautiful Trish. You’re my angel. My lover. My beating heart.”
Dropping her hands, I went to the closet and opened it up, pulling out the box that proved my devotion. A reminder of her kindness, purity, brilliant and beautiful soul. The one thing that kept me anchored and attached to my humanity. I set it down on my bed and gestured with a hand. “Look inside.”
She lifted the lid and gasped. “Dex.” Her hands pulled the bear free and tears filled her eyes. “You kept Cuddles this whole time.”
“Yes. I never wanted to lose that connection to you. I knew someday I would find you. You needed to see it. To know how I feel. We’re meant to be together, Trish. I firmly believe that.”
“I do too.” Her smile dazzled as she looked up and I brought her into my embrace.
My head lowered and hovered by her mouth. “Tell me one more time.”
Her lips parted as I leaned in closer. “I love you, Dexter Lanford and I’m going to have your baby.”
Shivering with pleasure, I grew hard instantly. “Tell me you want this dick,” I growled, placing her hand over my crotch. “Take it. Claim what’s yours.”
“I have since the moment we met.” She put the bear back in the box and then set it aside. Licking her lips, she shoved me backward until I landed on the mattress. Reaching down, she unsnapped my jeans and yanked them down my hips. Going commando meant easy access. My cock sprang free in eagerness, ready to please.
She stood slowly like the seductress she was, stripping off every single article of clothing as I groaned, knowing I was going to keep her between these sheets for as long as I could.
“You need to get comfortable, Grim. I’m going to ride my favorite biker until I come.”
Fuck. Yes.
She kneeled on the bed and climbed over my body, lowering enough that her tongue flicked the crown of my dick. Heaven. Pure sweet heaven. My hips surged upward, and she winked as I mumbled under my breath, backing away, and taking her sweet lips farther from where I wanted them.
Trish rose up and then she straddled my waist. Her thick thighs clenched around my hips. Reaching down, she grasped my length and then hovered above the tip. “Get ready, handsome. You’ve never had a ride like this before.”
She was right. No bike could ever compare to that sweet tight pussy.
I wasn’t afraid to admit it.
Trish slammed down on my cock and I saw stars. She rode me hard and fast. Moving her hips like an expert porn star. All I could do was hold on for the ride and keep her close until the pleasure built to the point it couldn’t be contained. I came with her name on my lips, clutching her against my chest as my lips claimed hers.
“Fuck,” I whispered as we parted. “I love you, Trish Holloway.”
