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“Shan, you really shouldn’t do that…” He cuts himself off when I take hold of him in my hand.

“Let me help you,” I speak softly in his ear, and he eventually gives in, lowering his hand and wrapping it around my wrist, guiding me as I slide my hand up and down his length.

“Fuck,” he breathes out loudly. “Your hand feels so fucking good.” His other hand slides from my cheek into my hair, and he grips me in his fingers.

I kiss him while he continues to guide my hand, and I feel him solid, and pulsing against my palm.

“What are you doing?” His eyes widen when I start to lower my head.

“I want to kiss you like you kissed me,” I explain looking up at him, and enjoying the shock on his face.

He goes to say something, but the words don’t come out, instead, he throws his head back as I continue my descent, kissing over the bumpy muscles of his abdomen on my way down.

I pull down his waistband enough to release him, and he keeps my hand pumping as I take my tongue and lick the end of him.

“Holy shit.” His hips thrust and I feel his grip on my hair tighten. He lets go of my wrist, allowing me free rein as he pushes the sweats he’s wearing lower to allow me better access.

I use my tongue to lick him all over, he tastes like the shower gel I wash myself with when I shower here, and the noise he makes as I continue to move my tongue over him builds my confidence.

When he lies back, I angle my body so I can look up at him and watch him the same way he watched me when he gave me pleasure. Then starting at the base, I make one slow lick all the way to the top, watching his mouth gape open and his eyes grow larger.

“Put it in your mouth,” he growls, his hips fidgeting, like he’s feeling that desperation I do when I think about him. And I do as he says, slipping it between my lips and taking him as far back as I can.

I go a little too far and make myself choke, and when he growls even louder I worry I’ve hurt him.

“Don’t fucking stop, Shan, that’s perfect,” he encourages, still clutching at my hair as he guides my head on and off his cock. I get better at taking him, and feel a tingle spreading between my own legs when I hear the sounds he makes for me.

“Get your pussy up here,” he orders, leaning forward and curling his arm around my waist, he drags my body sideways, repositioning me so my knees straddle over his chest and my ass is in his face. My mouth continues to take him, and after I hear the sound of fabric tearing, I feel his mouth on me. He grips my ass cheeks tight, spreading them apart as his tongue devours between my legs.

He’s not gentle like he’d been before, and the shock of it all makes the rush of pleasure spread even quicker.

I find a rhythm as I take him deeper, my mouth watering and soaking him, while his tongue flicks hard and fast against me. I feel myself coming apart, my legs trembling and my stomach clenching as a tingle spreads from the tip of my toes all over my body. The huge cock I have in my mouth muffles the loud cry I make.

“Shit Shan. I’m gonna come too.” Troj manages to drag my mouth off him just before his cock spits all over his stomach, and I watch in fascination as his whole body tenses. The hand he’s got on my shoulder digs deep into my flesh, while the other reaches behind his head to grip the bed.

I look at the mess he’s made on himself and then back up to him, his eyes are still closed and he’s breathing so heavy.

“Is that what Rogue has for breakfast, lunch and dinner?” I ask him when he opens them back up. Troj turns his head and sinks his teeth into the bicep that’s risen above his head to try and stop himself from laughing at me.

“Yeah darlin’,” he manages eventually, and his face suddenly turns serious again when I lean down and swipe my tongue through the center of the warm sticky mess he made.

“Tastes good,” I tell him, sitting back up.

His lips break into one of his killer smiles, and he shakes his head at me.

“You’re full of surprises,” he laughs, pulling me onto his chest so we can settle for the night.

Looking out of Shaniya’s cabin window, I watch the village slowly filling up with people. Brothers from our Utah Charter arrived at the clubhouse a few hours ago, and some others have traveled across from Nevada as backup in case shit goes down. There’s no sign of Autumn, he must have decided to leave without saying goodbye. I was an idiot to think he might actually show up when I need him.

I focus on the ring that’s been constructed in the center of the village, and through the flicker of the torch flames surrounding it, I see Shaniya. She looks so tiny wedged between Storm and Squealer, and her eyes wander around nervously as she takes calm, relaxing breaths.

My brothers weren’t happy with my decision to let her be here tonight. The ones with old ladies are sure to get grief for the fact that she’s an exception, and the ones without, won't want the responsibility of looking out for her. But I wanted to show her how different things are gonna be. Her uncle has held her back from so much. Kept her like a prisoner, all that’s about to change.

All the native women have joined the girls at the clubhouse with the Utah boys protecting them. Shaniya is the only female here and yeah, it has me on edge. But I understand how important this is for her, and despite our difference in opinion, I know my brothers will protect her.

She means something to me, so she means something to them.

Cooper and Alteo arrive in a black, chauffeur-driven car, along with a truckload of minions, and I see the nervous look my club brothers give each other when Raoul Burlusconi steps out of the car that pulls up behind. He is flanked by two of his heavies as he buttons up his suit jacket and shakes Cooper’s hand.

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