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And that was a kick in the pants to someone who, before he met the bikers, hadn’t had many friends as Will.

I was disappointed that Davy hadn’t ridden down with them, but I understood his reasoning. A combination of not wanting to be at a party where we’d have to pretend not to be lovers, and wanting to help the MC out since so many of them came to Atlanta for the concert.

I’d see him tomorrow, and that would have to be soon enough.

When I came out of the shower, Dawg was in my dressing room with a woman. Not having sex, which is what I’d expect from Dawg, but holding her and talking to her, as if she was upset.

“Sorry, Will,” he met my gaze over her shoulder. “We’ll get out of here. Just needed a minute away from the crowds.”

It was hard to hide the fact my dick was hard since I walked out drying myself, completely naked.

The girl was a knockout. I remembered seeing her around the MC some. Did that mean she was a sweetbutt? I had no idea, but she didn’t give off that vibe despite the fact she was in a tiny little black miniskirt with purple piping, a purple and black shirt that resembled a bra more than a shirt, and black boots that came to her knees with some kickass heels.

I didn’t really expect her to agree to it, but I had to try. “Not a problem,” I met her gaze, “If you want to send Dawg away and hang out in here with me, it’s even less of a problem.”

Dawg looked at her as if gauging her reaction, kissed the tip of her nose, and left without saying a word.

The gorgeous woman took three fast steps to me, gently took my towel from my hand, and then walked around me to dry my back, my ass, and the backs of my legs. She came around front, dried me from the ankles up, skipped my dick to dry my stomach and chest, and then went to her knees and took me into her mouth.

And oh, what a mouth. I swear she was ten degrees hotter than any other woman I’ve fucked, and I nearly came fifteen seconds in, but I held onto it until I was sure I was in control, and then I leaned forward and lifted her so I could kiss her.

I’m not submissive. Not even a tiny bit, but it would’ve been so easy to let her take control of the kiss and fall under her spell.

But that isn’t who I am inanyof my incarnations, so the kiss was a luscious, lascivious, libidinous battle that made my heart race and my dick throb in time to it.

She pulled away from the kiss, looked around, and then left my arms to walk to the makeup table, reached into the bowl with the condoms, and ripped one open on the way back to me. She expertly rolled it on, reached under her miniskirt and pulled a sexy little thong off, put her hands on my shoulders, and the next thing I knew, she’d lifted herself, wrapped her legs around my waist, sat herself down on my dick, and rode me.

I have no idea how she fucked me, how she managed to ride up and down my cock with such ease, but it took me a good minute and a half for the fog to clear enough to realize she was fucking me, and I needed to take control. I walked us to a wall, gently pressed her back to it, and finally took control, perhaps for the first time since she took the towel from me.

Her groan told me she was good with me hammering her into the wall, and I went faster, and harder, until her groans went so deep, I wondered that they could come from her petite frame.

“Come for me. Come on my cock. Let go for me.” I said it softly, so it was more suggestion than order, and then had to just go in and hold when she came unglued for me, screaming and writhing, her inner muscles massaging my cock until I came with her, but instead of being drained, I was still hard as a rock after I came.

“Over the back of the sofa,” I told her. “Not finished with you yet.”

She looked like she might argue, but then walked to the sofa and bent over it, her legs spread so I had a perfect view of her beautiful pussy and ass.

And oh, I wanted to sink into her ass, but she was clearly somehow attached to the MC, and that meant I had to mind my manners.

Not that I don’t always mind my manners, but I’m not above making the attempt and then stopping if the girl protests.

I walked to the bowl with the condoms, took the one I was wearing off, donned another one, and turned to face her. “You opposed to anal?”

“Not even a tiny bit, but I don’t want to deal with the after-effects at the party, so let’s make a date for later on that one.”

“I’ve seen you around the MC some, maybe when we try out new stuff?”

She nodded, and I decided that was enough talk for now. I’d beenintimatelyintroduced to all the sweetbutts they trusted to keep the secret, so she wasn’t a sweetbutt. She wasn’t someone’s ol’lady, so that left a close friend of an ol’lady. Each biker is personally responsible for anyone he brings, so she had to be pretty tight with someone.

But I could find out the details later, because I sank back into her pussy and pounded her hard. I could’ve gone forever, but someone knocked on the door after a while, and I took that to mean we should hurry up. She’d come three times, four if youcount the one against the wall, but I still doublechecked with her before I blew.

“You up for another one before we finish?”

“Yeah. If you’ll angle back down a little more again, it won’t take me long.”

Sure enough, I leaned forward and aimed my dick down, and she was coming unglued on me again in less than two minutes.

And when I came this time, every ounce of energy in my legs and balls poured out of my dick, so it was all I could do to toss the condom on the floor, walk her around the sofa, and pull her into my lap as I sat.