“Is that what we're calling it now?” She winks before leading me by the hand out the front door. The cool night air washes over us as she sidles up beside me. Her hand caresses my dick through the rough denim of my jeans, and I gently grasp her wrist to pull her away.
“Easy darlin’,” I whisper.
She steps back. Her nipples pebble beneath the tank top she’s wearing. Her eyes flash fire at my rejection.
“You wanted to talk? Really?” She stamps her black fuck me pumps on the gravel, bright red hair falling over her shoulder.
“Just for a minute. Heard something today I want to get straight.”
“What’s that?” She croons knowing that she still has my interest.
“A little birdie told me you're not spreading the love to the other boys. Now that’s your choice. We’ll never make you spread your legs for any of us, but I wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a reason in particular I’m the only one dipping into your sweet pussy.”
“Oh Slash,” she chuckles. “You’re the best fuck in the club. I just want to keep you all to myself. I don’t want to be unavailable when you want me.” She lifts and nips my bottom lip with her teeth. I lift her up by her ass she wraps her legs around my waist. The heat of her pussy burns through my shirt as I push her against the wall. Our lips devour each other; licks, sucks, and bites as our passion climbs. Pushing a hand between her legs, I rub the drenched fabric of her thong until her hips are bucking against me, heels digging into my back.
“Fuck me Slash, please,” she pleads breathlessly.
With a claw, I slice through the material and reach down to undo my jeans. The cool night air kisses my cock before I slide it through her slick pussy lips, the heat scalding me as I push inside her tight cunt. She hisses as I stretch her before I bottom out. Hips pumping, I thrust into her as her hands clench in my hair.
“Yes, harder,” she moans. Knowing that she can take it, I pound into her harder, pushing her into the wall of the clubhouse. Reaching between us, I capture her clit between two fingers and squeeze, sending her off like a bottle rocket. Her scream echoes throughout the night and her pussy clamps down and milks the cum from my body.
“See that’s why,” she purrs, pressing her lips to mine in a soft kiss.
Her legs fall from my waist and I make sure she can stand on her own before I tuck my dick back into my pants.
“Glad to be of service. As long as we're on the same page.”
“How do you mean?” She pulls off her refined panties and throws them in the trash barrel’s direction near the door.
“That this is just sex. Nothing more.”
The light in her eyes dim as she runs a fingernail down my chest.
“But what if I wanted more?” she murmurs.
“Sorry darlin’. That’s all it’ll ever be. I’ll never settle down with one pussy unless it's my mate. And since I’m not looking for one, I’ll be on my own until the day I die.”
“Well, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.” Her smile seems a little forced as she turns and walks back into the clubhouse, my cum dripping down her thigh.
“Yo Kid, you ready to head out?” I ask later. Cherry’s been ignoring me and sending me coy looks as she cozies up to another one of my brothers. I just smile back at her. This shit needs to stop now. She’s here for us all, and I don’t want my brothers to think I’m getting special treatment.
Kid is leaned up against the wall, eyeing Cherry where she sits on Stonewall’s lap. She’s dwarfed by his massive frame, one hand covering the expanse of both her bared thighs.
“Yeah, sure,” he grunts throwing his empty Dr. Pepper bottle in the trash before stomping past me. Poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
The ride in the van is silent as we head out to the abandoned railroad depot where we're supposed to meet Garcia’s men and pick up merchandise. We cut the headlights as we arrive. Another black SUV is sitting off to the side. Glancing around, I don’t see anyone waiting to ambush us and I nod at Kid to get out. Two train cars are stopped on the tracks no longer attached to the rest of the train. The murmur of voices comes from inside the building as we make our way up the stairs which are surprisingly sturdy despite the dilapidated look of the building. As we draw closer an enticing scent fills my nose, and a warmth fills my blood the likes I’ve never felt before. I move to go toward the train cars when a voice stops me cold.
“Welcome, gentlemen.” We’re greeted by a man leaning against the metal railing. The glow of his cigarette burns brightly in the dark. “I’m Ernesto. I work for Mr. Garcia.”
“Got our stuff?” I grunt, my eyes sliding to the train cars.
“No time for small talk, huh?” He chuckles. The cigarette drops to the ground, his pointy boot crushing it onto the ground. “Come in. Everything is inside.” He precedes us into the room as another man appears out of the dark, following me in. His dark eyes cold. Man, I thought Stonewall was big, but this guy may give him a run for his money. Kid brings up the rear, guarding my six.
My hand rests in the butt of my gun in anticipation of an attack. The humans wouldn’t stand a chance against us. He flicks the
