Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) by Glenna Maynard Page B

doomed.
    My mind wanders back to the present; Smoky is on her knees, her breasts pushed up against me as she goes to town on my dick. Gripping the nape of her head, I guide her pressing her further, impaling the back of her throat with my cock. I imagine, Baby’s sweet pussy wrapped around me, “Fuck, feels so good.” Her head bobs faster and faster. I look down not seeing the woman I want.
    I grip her hair tighter. Squeezing my eyes shut I return to the fantasy, cumming down Smoky’s throat. She licks my dick clean and tries to straddle me. I shove her off.
    The woman can suck a dick so the night hasn’t been an entire waste. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it is getting late. Standing up I zip and button my jeans. I take a fifty out of my wallet and throw it down on the bed. “That’s it,” she sneers. “I didn’t get off.” She pouts.
    “Well, it wasn’t about you.” I rebuke.  She rolls her eyes but then quickly changes her tune when I shoot her a dark look.
    “I know I’m not her, but we could pretend.” She bats her lashes at me.
    “What the fuck you mean?”
    “I know it wasn’t me you were with just now, at least not mentally. I can role-play, be whoever you want me to be.” I nod at her, not tonight but there will be a next time.
    I wanna’ know who and the fuck this motherfucker is, I take the disc Foxie showed me and slip it inside my cut. Time to pay my old friend Five-O a visit. Shit just got a lot more serious. Cheating fucking cunt whore. Damn her straight to hell. I knew fucking better, she changed, my ass . Women are good for two things, sucking or fucking me. Looks like LL got the fucking me part down to a science.

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    Striker
    I am sweating bullets as I wait for Baby to show up for inventory this morning. Will she bring our son? Is she ready to submit and let me be in their lives? Fuck, I hope so. I made sure to get coffee and those powdered mini donuts she loves, and I even grabbed some baby stuff for Colt. I called Rumor last night and asked her what he likes to eat. I don’t want to fuck this up. The side door to the garage slams shut. Colt is crying and Baby is cursing under her breath, something about losing his favorite pacifier. I can’t believe she actually brought him. I was prepared to beg. Good to see I don’t have to.
    She looks up at me and her frown turns into a smile, score one . Her hands are full, she is packing a black diaper bag with skulls on it, Colt is on her hip, and she is trying to push her cell phone into her purse.
    Colt has his fingers wrapped in her red hair, he doesn’t want to let go. I tickle his armpit and he chuckles, letting loose the strands he was holding hostage. I take the diaper bag from her and trade her the coffee for Colt. “Let me take him.”
    Baby watches me with him nervously, sipping her mocha bliss. “Has he ate yet, I bought some of that peach cereal stuff Rumor said he likes.” She looks shocked that I am being so attentive. Score two .
    She mulls over her coffee. “No, he hasn’t.” 
    “I got that donut sh- stuff, you like.” I catch myself trying to watch my mouth around the little guy squirming in my arms. “Can we go up to my place, and do breakfast together?”
    “Actually, that’d be great, I could use a shower truthfully, it was a long night, Colt and I didn’t stay home and I am running behind this morning. Could I use your shower, I feel gross from yesterday?”
    I want to press and ask why they weren’t home, but it isn’t my business, I’m just glad this is going well. “Yeah, I can feed little man, while you do your thing. You can use mine, but you can go home too if ya want. I think we could manage on our own for a little while.”  I offer knowing, as much as I want her in my shower, I don’t know if I can focus all my attention on Colt with her naked wet body being one room away.
    “Maybe another time, let’s see how you two fair through feeding time.”
    I shrug my shoulders and