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“Good girl, now come on my cock,” he orders, and in the next breath, he’s thrusting deep. One hand tangles in my hair, his grip tight as he pulls me back towards him. His other hand smacks me, and he begins his punishing pace, riding me hard. “I gave you an order.”
“Fuck you,” I rebuke between pants.
“Mm,” he growls, tugging me up until I’m stretched backward towards him, only my knees on the mattress. “That’s it, Sydney. Fight me for it.” His hand leaves my hip to grab my wrist, wrapping it behind my back. One hand holding my hair, the other tight around my wrist while he pounds into me from behind, takes away all of my control, and my eyes roll heavenward. I don’t give up easily, but he was sneaky about it, waiting until I wasn’t expecting it. I’ll have to remember that for the future. Not only is he sexy as fuck, but he’s smart which makes him all the more dangerous. “Stroke your pussy, or I’ll take away your free hand. There’s only one use for it in here, and it’s playing with your soaked pussy.”
I gasp the moment I put my hand between my thighs and feel his hardness entering and leaving me. It’s dirty and wet, only turning me on further. Our skin rubs against each other with each thrust, a light sheen of sweat coating us as we both play the game of chase, pumping our bodies towards letting go. It’s all too much, the position, the sensations, and his demands. My palm brushes my clit and then I’m spiraling. With a broken scream, a powerful orgasm washes over me like a typhoon, taking me under, drowning me in rapture. My pussy clenching sets Trent off, making him groan through his release. His cock pulses inside me and I realize we never paused to put a condom on.
Fuck.
Chapter 3
Blow
She talked a good game for having me wake up alone, in a cold bed. My phone lights up with a group text.
Prez: Church. Now.
Fuck, I haven’t even had coffee yet and Ripper’s insisting on seeing us. Shuffling into my bathroom, I stuff my toothbrush in my mouth as I climb into the shower. It’ll take me five minutes tops to brush and wash. Grabbing the soap, I suds my body up, do a quick rinse, and repeat the process with my hair. Spit the toothpaste out, hop out of the shower, grab the towel, and mouthwash, then I’m quickly trying to shove my feet into my closest pair of jeans.
Foregoing my shirt, I grab my cut and wrap a black bandanna over my damp hair. We’ll probably go for a ride, pop a few cold ones, and grab some barbecue since it’s Sunday and he’s having us get up this fucking early. I shove my feet in my boots and then I’m out the door, on the way to Church. I left my phone in my room along with everything else so I don’t know how long it actually took me, but I’m guessing seven minutes. Bet I’ll still beat half the brothers.
“Hey baby,” I’m greeted as I hit the main room. Ripper’s ma is here, waiting with donuts and coffee.
Planting a kiss on her cheek, I grin. “Damn woman, it still kills me you’re already married.” I shamelessly flirt. Ripper and his pop know it’s harmless, just to make his ma feel good. She’s awesome and a little teasing always gets her giggling.
“Grab you some food, honey, Rip’s in a mood.”
“Shit,” I mutter, growing serious, and she nods. “You’re an angel for this.” I thank her and take a napkin with a giant apple fritter and a strong cup of coffee. I keep it black cause this donut will be enough sugar that I won’t crave it in my coffee. With one more smile directed her way, I head for the next room over, taking my place beside the head of the table.
Ripper’s already in here, bristling. Something massive must’ve pissed in his Cheerios for the sour look he’s currently wearing like it’s permanent. “Prez,” I greet.
He responds with a grunt, bristling so hard you’d think someone pinched his ass.
The brothers are quick behind me, nodding and grumbling their greetings. Everyone’s tired and hungover from partying so hard last night. Fuck knows, I could use a bump to get myself going. Angel’s last, not uttering a word as he takes his spot. The fucker’s just as broody as Ripper is and unless something went down at four a.m. this morning when I was finally dead to the world, snoring in my bed and no one told me, then their moods are not the type I want around when I’m enjoying barbecue and beer later.
Rather than start shit like he usually does, Ripper jumps right in with, “We have a fucking problem.” This gets my attention, as well as the others, and our eyes pin on the man in charge. Usually if it’s big, he discusses it with me ahead of time, so I’m just as interested in the news as everyone else. “Got an early wake up when Angel discovered some snooping was going down. In our own goddamn club.”
“A rat?” I interrupt and he shakes his head, shooting me a look that says he’d like to light my ass on fire this morning. I didn’t do shit, I was one of the few not totally fucked up last night.
“Not a rat, a fuckin’ cop.” My brows shoot up, as do several of the brothers. “How much do you know about your latest piece of ass, Blow?” He directs at me, calling me out in front of all the members and it’s like a hit to my chest. My stomach drops, realizing I know fuck all about the sexy chick I fucked all night last night. Is this why she was gone when I woke up? She was snooping around the club? This is a nightmare.
“A cop? No way, she was one of the strippers last night waiting for a ride home.”
Powerhouse shakes his head, “You fucked a cop, brother?”
I meet his shocked stare and glower. “No, I would never fuck a cop.”
Whiskey snorts, shaking his head.
Ripper takes a swig from his coffee, and I can’t help but think we should pour some liquor in it to get him to chill the fuck out and see shit clearly. He’s clearly being paranoid, which is usually my job. I do enough coke for all of us which typically makes me the one to question everything and everyone. “You were partying last night,” he states, his words an implication of their own.
“I know you’re used to me going on benders and shit, but that wasn’t me last night. I got fucking pissed, decided to leave early, met with one of the strippers on my way out and asked if she wanted a ride. We fucked. For hours. Then I fell asleep, the plan was for her to stick around so I could fuck her in the morning too, but obviously something came up.”
Powerhouse crosses his arms, making his biceps bulge as he asks, “What’s her name?” Of course he’s going to ask, he’s obsessed with all the girls at the club. Stalker much?
“Sydney. I found her on an app a while back.”
He shakes his head. “No one works there named Sydney.”
