at him and said, “You look hot yourself, biker-man. So hot, I'm wet already.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “Shit, Dee. I want my fingers in you so much right now, just so I can taste you again.”
“It'll have to be later, babe. Now that Swan's awake, we have to be careful.”
He tilted his head back and let out a roar of laughter. I hit his chest. I didn't know what in the fuck he was laughing at, but I knew it was at my expense.
I tried to move out of his embrace, but he held strong, and after he'd calmed enough, he looked down at me with amused eyes. Though, they also held a sweet heat that had my hoo-ha convulsing.
“Darlin’, you saying that, wanting to protect my daughter makes me fuckin’ happy.” He grinned. “Makes me realise I was being a stupid dick being worried about our age difference. But most of all, what you just said turned me the hell on, and now I've got to have a taste before I take Swan over to Wildcat's.” With that, I found his hand down my pants and in my underwear. I gasped at the abruptness, and then whimpered when his eyes took on a wicked gleam as his fingers ran along my folds and then inserted into my already wet pussy.
“Hell, darlin’, I wish I had time to wet my dick with this,” he pumped his fingers in and out, causing me to moan, “with your sweet pussy, but I don’t, so this will have to hold me off.” He removed his fingers, and my eyes grew as I watched him raise his hand to his mouth to lick and suck my juices off. A growl escaped his chest. He closed his eyes in what looked like ecstasy.
“Jesus, Grady,” I hissed and whimpered. I was so turned on I needed a release, or I’d be one cranky bitch all day. “Please tell me you have time to fuck me. Tell me you’ll go drop Swan off now, come back here and fuck me hard and good.”
He smiled down at me and shook his head. “Sorry, princess, I’ve got shit I have to do, but at least I know you’ll be ready for me tonight.” He stepped back, slapped my arse and walked out of the room chuckling.
“You leave me like this and you won’t see anything tonight,” I yelled to him.
“Yeah, right, we’ll see,” he yelled back.
Yes, we would see.
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F uck, it was so hard to walk out the door with Swan and not go back to screw my woman like she wanted. Hell—like I wanted. But as I said, I had shit to do, so after dropping off Swan at Wildcat's, I headed to the compound. Upon walking through the front door, down the hall and into Talon’s office, I knew he knew I’d be coming, because not only was Talon there, but Blue, Killer, Stoke and Pick were there also.
“I guess you already know what I want,” I said.
“I do, brother, ‘cause I’d want the same goddamn thing.” Talon nodded. “The brothers here all agree; we’re going with you in case it gets ugly.”
I looked to the group of men around me, fuckin’ proud and happy I had these men, these brothers, in my life. “All right, let’s do this. Let’s go see our old member for some answers.”
We all loaded onto our Harleys and left the compound to head across Ballarat to Lal Lal, where we knew Maxwell resided. He lived on a dead-end street, but a street that was busy with houses and families. Though, no matter where he lived and who saw us approaching, I still had to find the truth, and he’d better fuckin’ give it to me, or he’d soon be a dead motherfucker.
No sooner than we stopped out the front of his run-down brick home, the door was opened and Maxwell ran out to meet us on his front lawn.
“I heard; I heard. It wasn’t me. I had nothin’ to do with your woman’s death.” He held his hands up and out in front of him, shaking them from side to side.
“Funny, Max, how in the fuck do you know what we were coming here for?” I asked.
“People talk, brother. I heard. She had a party and we fucked, but that was it. I left and she was fine.”
Talon stepped forward. “This is not something
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