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“Fuck you!” he spits out, trying to get out of my grasp.
I snarl in his face before Hangman has me by the back of the neck pulling me off Gunner. “The fuck is going on here?” he booms.
“Fucker was saying shit he had no business fucking saying,” I tell him honestly.
“That true, Gunner? Only reason you should be on your ass like you are now is because you said something about an old lady.” Hangman’s starting to get pissed now.
“It was fucking nothing, alright? Fuck!” He groans as he stands up.
“I may have issues in my relationship right now but fuck you for thinking you can say shit. At least I have someone to warm my dick.” I spit on the floor by his foot, and he glares at me. “Get your shit together, man, before you fuck up everything this club stands for.” I walk away, picking up my glass and throw it against the wall.
He didn’t lie in anything he said, it’s true, Jennifer is fucking broken, but broken I can fix.
Chapter twenty
Jordan
Rage is here, and he’spissed. I’m kind of understanding why he got his name now. He’s throwing things around the club house, trying to fight with Gunner. Saying something about Jennifer. I smile at that, she fucked up and now he’s here. I haven’t been with him since he claimed her in front of the club, and I’ve hated it. but now, well maybe that’s changed.
I go up to him as he pours another drink and smile. Pulling out my notebook and pen, I write, asking if he wants to go to his room.
“Fuck it,” he says, grabbing a bottle from behind the bar and pulls me along with him to his room.
“I want you to suck me,” he says, taking a seat on his bed. I instantly sink to my knees and undo his pants, pulling out his cock, a soft cock, but that’s okay because I know how to make him hard. I hear the music get turned back on in the main area and smile as I take his cock into my mouth. My favourite song comes on, “Whore,” just exactly what Rage needs right now.
Rage grows hard in my mouth, and I moan, causing him to jerk. The door then opens with a soft knock and Dirty comes in. “You ready to share yet?” he demands.
Does he mean me?
“Not yet, next party I’m bringing her, and I’ll let you test her out.”
He’s talking about Jennifer, while my mouth is on his cock. I almost am tempted to bite it, but I know that would just get me dead, so I keep slurping on him.
“What about this one? I want her ass, man. You gotta share.”
My pussy is unbelievably wet, and I’m totally willing to share myself with Dirty as long as I have Rage, too. I don’t care that Dirty has an Old Lady. He’s known around the club as a whore himself, never loyal. All of us girls were grilled on what to do when Old Ladies were near, and we knew, stay away. Say nothing to no one. Not even each other who we fucked. Because if word got back to Dirty’s woman that we still fucked him, she would leave him. And Dirty would kill whoever opened their mouth.
