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“Says the guy hiding his morning wood because he can’t stop thinking about his woman,” Bear shot back and closed the door without waiting for a response.
I grumbled and headed for the shower, hoping a burst of cold water would do me good. But even with the icy spray drumming against my chest, my cock still stood at attention. I gritted my teeth, refusing to jerk one out like I normally would. I knew my mind would drift to thinking of Dani with her big blue eyes and her long, silky hair, and every curve on display in that tight little outfit last night…
“Shit,” I hissed to myself, wrapping my fingers around my cock.
I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible, thinking I could out-run the inevitable slide of my thoughts into Dani territory. With every stroke along my length, I thought of her pretty pink lips and how they would part so perfectly when the tip of my cock slipped inside her for the first time. I thought of how sweet her skin would taste as she squirmed beneath me, gasping for more, her fingernails leaving marks all down my back.
I was fully thrusting into my hand now, inundated with thoughts of Dani. I imagined watching her come all over my cock, panting and flushed. I imagined driving into her again and again, the hot clutch of her pussy pulling me deeper. I imagined what the ecstasy would look like on her face as I buried myself as far as I could, spilling inside her and knowing she was completely and utterly mine in that moment.
That was the last straw. I came all over my hand and my knees buckled with the force of it. I braced a palm against the wall to steady myself.
I guess I wasn’t going to get Dani Andrews off my mind after all.
***
After polishing off my coffee and poking at my breakfast, I left the solitude of my room and entered the main room of the clubhouse. Bear was in the small makeshift kitchen, rubbing down a few steaks and letting them marinate for dinner tonight. Our club president, Brewer, entered through the front door and he jerked his chin in my direction.
“Pete called earlier. He’s on his way over.”
I shoved the memory of my earlier shower activities to the back of my mind. Then I got my priorities straight.
“He called you?” I asked.
“Said he needed to run something by the club.”
I knew what that meant. “Trouble?”
What kind of trouble could Pete be having in his gated community that would require a motorcycle club and not the crisp uniformed presence of a cop?
Before Brewer could reply, a white Mercedes pulled into the parking lot. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Pete didn’t ride a motorcycle anymore. Now, he drove…one of these monstrosities.
Brewer thumped me on the shoulder as he went to greet Pete. I followed after him.
“I appreciate you accommodating my short notice,” Pete said, shaking Brewer’s hand. He tipped his head in my direction with acknowledgement.
“Gotta roll with the punches when they come along,” Brewer replied. “What can I help you with?”
Pete sighed. He squinted into the sun and shook his head.
“Vandals. They’re breaking windows, smashing up cars, causing thousands of dollars in damage.”
He pulled his phone out, showing us a picture of a crude slur written in red spray.
“They hit my home last night,” Pete added. “Slashed the tires on my car. Stripped the engine on my wife’s car. Then painted WHORE in red cement across my garage.”
“Sounds like a cop-shaped problem to me,” Brewer countered.
Pete sighed and pocketed his phone again.
“Yeah, I already tried that. You and I both know they’re a joke, especially when it comes to stuff like this. The vandals spot the cops a mile away and they just give them a wide berth. Instead, they hit a different part of the neighborhood and the problem never goes away.”
Brewer glanced in my direction. I shrugged. It didn’t sound particularly dangerous. Probably just a few bored kids who wanted to shake things up and watch the rich folks lose their shit over it. Certainly wouldn’t take the entire crew of Alpha Riders to handle it.
“Why didn’t you bring this up before when I visited you?” I asked.
“I wasn’t going to dump my problems in your lap when we hadn’t seen each other for years, Crow. Besides, it seemed harmless enough at the time. Not much more than an inconvenience. But my wife is rattled now. And even though I’ve been out of the club business for two decades, I remember there’s a hierarchy to situations like this. I didn’t want to put you in a tight spot where you felt like you had to say yes because I’m your old friend. I wanted to check with the president himself first.”
Pete shifted in place, scrubbing a hand over his mouth.
