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Mamba snatched up his phone, swiped at it, and after whoever was on the other end picked up, he mumbled some sentences she couldn’t make out, then ended the call.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
The desert air swirled around them as Mamba’s Harley ate up the asphalt along Route 95. Not having his bike for the four weeks in Laughlin tortured him because nothing compared with the rush of cruising along the highway—and with Mandy tucked up tight against his back—the best thing ever.
For someone who had never ridden before, she caught on fast. She melded her body to Mamba’s, moving with him in an erotic dance that brought him back to his bedroom, where she lit him up in every way …
Mandy’s taste on his lips as he teased her clit. Her soft moans and how her back arched off the mattress with every flick of his tongue. The path he followed up her flat belly until he reached her rounded breasts and sucked on each nipple until she squirmed under him, digging her nails into his back, urging him on. She wanted all of him, filling her up until her body surged with orgasm.
Fuck, thinking about their sex had Mamba adjusting himself in his jeans.
He broke out of his sextasy just in time to make the turnoff onto the road leading to the Lake Mohave Marina. He hadn’t been here since he first got sprung. Shortly after that, his life blew apart with the Serpents, but maybe now he was on his way to getting his shit in order. Taking Mandy here spoke volumes because he’d never brought anyone before. Even the Serpents didn’t know about his secret indulgence.
Mamba weaved his way off the main road and down the gravel roadway to the marina.
He rested his palm on Mandy’s thigh. “Hold on tight,” he yelled over the engine’s roar. “It gets a little bumpy.”
She tightened her grip around his waist, pulling herself closer to his back, and he swore to fuck that he felt her nipples through his thin t-shirt. His dick painfully reminded him that this woman could drive him wild just by breathing.
Mamba coasted into the marina’s parking lot, found a space, and cut the engine. He nudged her to dismount, and he followed, storing her helmet in a saddlebag. The clear blue sky and the slight breeze off the lake made this the perfect day for what he had in mind.
She threw him a quizzical glance, and he answered by grabbing her hand and leading her toward the docks.
They entered the main boat house, and the older man behind the counter looked up. “Leave that door open, and any bum will wander in.” The man’s weathered face split into a wide smile. “How the hell are ya?” He walked around the counter.
“Doin’ good.” The two men did the handshake-male-hug thing. “Missed your ugly face.”
“I see your manners haven’t improved none. Aren’t you going to introduce me to this beautiful lady?”
“Mandy, this is Lenny. He pretty much runs things around here.”
“Bringing a woman on the boat?” Lenny looked between the two of them. “Must’ve been your lucky day when a bum like you hooked up with this delicate flower.”
“Shut up, old man.” Mamba slapped him on the back. “You been taking care of my prized possession?”
“Don’t I always?” Lenny stepped behind the counter, opened a drawer, rummaged around, and produced a set of boat keys. “Here you are. Everything you asked for is all set to go.”
“Thanks.” Mamba snatched up the keys, then led Mandy outside and onto the docks. They weaved their way through the maze of boats until they reached the slip housing theLUCKY SUCKER.
“Is this your boat?” Mandy’s eyes wandered over the forty-foot cruiser.
“Yeah, believe it or not, it’s mine.” He helped her onto the back deck, enjoying the curious expression on her face.
“I have a feeling there’s a story that goes along with this. A long story.”
“Nah, let’s just say I won it in a fight.”
“Like … this was the prize for winning?”
“More like, the guy I was fighting couldn’t pay up, so theLUCKY SUCKERbecame mine. I thought about changing the name, but it kinda fits since I turned out to be the lucky sucker.”
Mandy laughed while shaking her head. “I can only imagine all the crazy stories you must have stored up.”
“One thing I can guarantee, you’ll never be bored.”
A few minutes later, Mamba sucked in the clean, fresh air as they cruised along the open lake. While riding his Harley filled him with exhilaration, taking his boat out on the lake’s crystal clear water calmed him.
A smile crept across his face as he watched Mandy examine the galley and the area below deck. Then she inched her way along the narrow passage that led to the front of the boat and finally made her way back to the helm.
