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“You can shower here...with me.” He licks his lips.
“No, besides, my roommate is probably worried sick.”
“Oh, you mean Dani? The same Dani that got her brains fucked out of her last night by my boy Sean...that Dani? Last I knew, she was still in his bed.” His finger drags up my arm, “which is where you should be, because I didn’t tell you that you could leave. I may have wanted a little ‘pick-me-up’ before taking you back.”
I scoff at him, “I’m too sore to go another round. I will probably have to soak my vag for a week before it feels normal again.”
“Why, we’re just going to tear it up again. You might as well get used to it.” Oakley grins proudly.
I sigh, rubbing my forehead, “Oakley, I really need to go, so unlock the fucking door!”
That was probably the wrong thing to say because his hand shoots up and grabs my throat, clenching his jaw, “Watch yourself, Kitty Cat.”
I‘ve just about had enough of their manhandling me every time I say something they don’t like, so I do something I will probably catch hell for, but it makes me feel good. I reach down and grab his junk in my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. I can get a good handful with the basketball shorts he’s wearing.
“I suggest you stop being a dick and let me the fuck out.” I give him a sarcastic smile.
Oakley’s eyes widen, but then a grin brightens his face, and he bites his lip, “Squeeze a little harder, and I may just come in my shorts.”
“How about I give them a little twist, then?” Moving my hand counterclockwise, he moves in even closer.
“Do it, Kitty Cat. I’m not afraid of pain; it excites the shit out of me.” His hand tightens around my neck, then he leans in, biting my earlobe before sucking on it, “Damn, Kitty Cat, I want to fuck you right here. Do you want that? Do you want me to lift you up and impale that sweet cunt on my hard cock, and just fuck the shit out of you against this door so all the Sinners can hear?”
It takes me a moment to respond, needing to calm my racing heart and clear all the images of us doing just that from my head, “Do you know what I really want...what I’m so desperate for?” My voice is low and seductive as I lick my lips, “I want you to stick your,” I pause briefly and glance down at the package still in my grasp, “key in the keyhole and unlock this fucking door.” I shove him away.
His laughter startles me because it sounds genuine, but then it abruptly stops, “You’re going to pay for that, Kitty Cat. You’re lucky that I don’t have time to play around with you now. It’s Sunday, and we Sinners need to repent, so cancel your Uber, and I’ll have Fynn take you back. Or have you forgotten that someone tried to kill you last night?”
“I haven’t forgotten, and I’d prefer to take the Uber...”
His hand slams against the door by my head, “Cancel the fucking Uber and get your cute little ass back upstairs and wait for Fynn.”
The sound of his hand slamming against the wood by my head makes me jump, and I no longer argue. I push past him as I pull my phone from my pocket and cancel the damn Uber. Stomping up the stairs, I don’t stop until I’m standing in front of the only room that I have yet to be in, Fynn’s.
Ifollow the Lord outto the garage, where he hands me a helmet, and I realize he’s a Harley guy. I run my hand over the gas tank and his leather seat as I admire the artwork on the bike. Skulls and flames. For some reason, I feel like it fits Fynn to a T.
“Gorgeous bike!”
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls that like to date bikers because she feels cool,” he snickers.
“What?” I ask annoyed, “I would much rather be the one handling such a beauty. My father won’t let me have one yet; says they are too dangerous.”
Fynn straddles his bike and grins at me, “Maybe I’ll let you take mine for a spin sometime,” he jerks his head back, “For now, you have to ride bitch.”
Scowling, I strap my helmet on and climb up behind him. I’m unsure where he wants me to put my hands, so I lightly hold onto his leather jacket. He smells so good, just like Jett, only it’s a different scent, but one that still gets my panties wet.
He takes hold of my hands and wraps them around his waist, “Don’t be afraid to rub those tits against me, Little Saint. This way, I know you won’t fall off.” Fynn revs the bike up, then takes off.
I have no choice but to hold tightly onto his midsection, which is nothing but a wall of hard muscle. All the Lords have bomb-ass bodies with muscle that goes on for days. I don’t think they even have an ounce of fat to them.
Fynn takes a long way back to my Sorority House and then pulls up a block away, “I’d take you to the door, but I’m really not in the mood for the dragon lady to come out, yelling at me,” he chuckles, “I don’t know what her deal is.”
“Yeah, my father said this stupid rule didn’t exist back in their day,” I tell him as I climb off.
“I’m glad it didn’t because if so, you wouldn’t be here in our clutches now, would you?” Fynn wiggles his brows at me.
I pull the helmet off and stare at him, “How do you know that?”
“We know everything, Little Saint, or should I call you Catty?” He smirks and holds his arm up when I threaten to punch him.
