Yeah, there are several reasons to keep Mia at bay and not one of them personal. My cock twitches, reminding me in a tormenting way why I need Mia. Five years ago, I tasted that sweet body of hers. I was the one to introduce her to the sweet delights of sex. I scowl into my near empty bottle of beer. Just because I had been her first, it doesn’t mean I was her last. Fuck, eighteen, beautiful and full of life. She left Noir Valley for college without looking back. I know there hasn’t been anyone since her return. I take a swallow of my beer. I’m playing three ring cat and mouse, and between Hank and me. I’m not sure which one of us is the mouse.
“Shit, Alex. Use your room.”
I blink as Oyster strolls in. With the beer he’s grabbed from the bar, he sits in the chair opposite. His usual beaming smile missing. Then I look at my hand and find it resting over my bulging cock. Shit, thinking of Mia has me almost masturbating in the saloon. Thank fuck it was empty.
“How’s the delightful Mallory?” I ask.
“In need of a good spanking. Shit, I only returned to Noir Valley last night, and she was on my back about how much I’ve spent.” Oyster sips his beer. His light brown eyes steady on me. “Who were you thinking about?”
I blink. “What.”
“Just now. When you were playing monkey. Who were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t playing monkey, and I wasn’t thinking about anyone.”
Oyster’s eyes sparkle as he chuckles. His problem with Mal, the club’s new accountant, forgotten as he watches me. “Sure, you weren’t. Why should you when there’s plenty of pussy about. Fuck, Even Flash is available.”
“The whore’s always been available.” My smile deepens. “Just more since Bastian has hooked up with Eve.”
Oyster sips his beer. His gaze steady on me. “So, you’re not going to talk about the delectable Mia.”
I choke on my beer, making my eyes water. “Mia–What about her?”
“She’s young. Blonde. Fuckable. That’s what about her.”
“She’s also Hank’s sister. Do you really want the Sherriff hanging around Demon’s Lair?”
Oyster turns his gaze to the television. “She’s ripe for plucking. Some other dog will hump her if you don’t.”
I tilt my head and study Oyster. He’s a good-looking man and as the club’s General, he doesn’t spend much time in Noir Valley. A nomad. Although he is affiliated and his fealty is to The River Demons, he rides from charter to charter, MC to MC, keeping the peace for us. His only failure to date is with Jono and the Skull Collectors.
“Are you one of those dogs?” I ask.
Oyster shrugs and I stand. The calm air has grown oppressive and there is a bitter taste in my mouth. Shit, I’ve fucked the whores and the mama’s of the club. I’ve shared most of them with most of my brothers as we fucked them at the same time. Yet the idea of Mia fucking any of my bond brothers leaves my stomach churning. “She’s a journalist, Oyster. She’ll only be using you.” I grab my bike keys from the low coffee table. “I’m going for a ride.” Oyster’s chuckle follows me out of the saloon.
As I approach the gangplank, I spot Flash and Candy. Both women are tall, both are blond. So is Mia. For all their similarities, all three are polar apart from Jo-Leigh. She was five-four, blond and the girl next door with no connection to the club. When I left Noir Valley for college, she followed me, wooed me and wed me. I don’t need another Jo-Leigh or a Mia to complicate the simple life I have carved out for myself. My gaze flits over Flash. Since losing Bastian to Eve, she’s on the hunt for a new protector, and I wasn’t going to be that sucker. I smile at Candy; my cock still throbs in need of some lovin. The women weren’t due to start work until late tonight. Being a whore at River Demons has its perks. One of those are the hours you’re expected to work. I toss my keys in the air, glance over at my bike, then back at Candy. I can ride later. Thanks to Mia’s taunting image, my body craves a different ride. “Fancy some fun for a couple of hours, Candy?”
Candy peers from beneath lowered lashes, her gaze roves over my body, pumping blood to my cock. Flash’s lips pinch as her smile fades, then she pulls it back into place and slips her hand on to my arm, which I shake free as Candy’s blue gaze darkens with lust and I lick my lips. The whore isn’t about to turn me down. “I’ll catch up with you later, Flash,” Flash’s lips tightened briefly, then she nods and turns away from the gangplank as she stomps to the saloon.
“If she causes you any problems. Let me know.”
Candy slips her arm into the croak of mine as I lead her to my cabin. “She’s a fair boss. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t last long without the respect of the other women.” Candy chuckles as I open the cabin door. “Besides, Day’s free. Then there’s Oyster, who would suit her better.”
As the door closes, I slip my cut and t-shirt off and watch Candy pull her dress over her head, then she’s naked.
“Oyster,” I said.
The whore nods, “yeah. He’s on the road a lot. With his protection, she can say no to the lower members.”
“Lie on the bed.” I unbuckle my belt, slipping it out of its hoops. “Oyster.” I smile at Candy as she lies spread over my bed. My cock is free and throbbing. The idea of Flash and Oyster in bed teases the devil in me as I lean over Candy.
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