Page 11 of Dirty Salvation

His dick wanted her again.Right. Just my dick.

But the shit on his plate right now, he didn't have time for fucking romance with a girl and her biker crush.

Goddamn it. He sighed and sat back in his chair making it creak and groan under his weight.

"Prez? What do you want me to tell her?"

He clocked Texas' gaze with his own and made a very bad decision.

Chicks never got the message unless it was delivered brutally honest.

Rider couldn't get entangled with anything more than a fast fuck, and he figured Zara for anything but.

A sweet girl needed a sweet life away from all his dirt.

Rider's life was nothing but fucking chaos as he tried to straighten out his club and fight the insurgents pushing back from all directions with former members loyal to the last president.

Then there were the war rumblings with Hades’RagingRebels MC. That cocksucker trying to sell his dope in Rider's territory was not gonna fly.

"Is Kiki still out there?"

Texas flashed a grin. "Oh, yeah indeed, she won’t be leaving yet until she's seen the boss, Snake has her occupied."

Fat chance. Fucking groupies getting on Rider's last nerve. But now Kiki, the oldest of their groupies to have lasted in the club from the last president to him, was about to come in very useful.

"Send her over would ya, and then let the girl in, tell her where to find me."

His money man, the whizz with the figures like he was running the Bank of Canada, sent him a speculative look before giving him aroger thatand turned taking off across the courtyard. Rider heard his boy whistle giving the signal to unlock the main gate.

A minute later a sultry chick sauntered in, one hip roll after the other, with her black boob-tube too tight, tits spilling out over the top, her denim mini skirt so small it wasn't even attempting to hide her bare pussy, all hips swinging and red lips glowing with her wide grin.

"You wanted to see me, Rider? I missed you, babe. Like really missed you."

Yeah yeah, what the fuck ever.He clicked his fingers and watched her hurry across the portacabin.

"Hey, babe. Come get on your knees." He instructed. Voice rough with his eyes on the door waiting for that first glimpse of the blonde angel he'd fucked into Hell last night.

Fuck.Don't think of fucking Zara. He didn't want his dick to wake up in distance of Kiki licking her lips as she folded down to her knees already assuming what she was in for.

"I want you to open my pants, Kiki, but do fuckin' not touch my dick, you got me?"

It spoke volumes that she didn’t question him. They'd had a one-night thing months ago, she was alright, however, Rider hadn't been stirred to repeat it, but it hadn't stopped Kiki hoping for more, even as she passed herself around his boys one fuck at a time, sometimes two and three.

His ruse had the desired effect the second a shy smiling Zara entered the office and came to a crashing halt mid-step, her smiling eyes closing embarrassed, startled instantly as she saw what Rider wanted her to see; him about to get a blowjob from a dark-haired woman eagerly on her knees inching his zipper down and mewling about how much she wanted his cock in her throat and his come all over her face.

Kiki could perform on the Tonight Show and not get fazed, so she didn’t even acknowledge her interruption, her greedy hands were busy.

Rider's hand had curled around Kiki's nape, holding her in a hard grip, it looked possessive to an outsider, all the while he stared at Zara crushed by what she was seeing.

Easy enough to see, the girl wore her emotions in her pale eyes, in every line of her face as she took it all in.

He felt like the biggest fucking jerk walking.

His gut twisted, almost forgetting the woman rubbing her face on the front of his jeans, he yanked her hair, holding her in place inches from his dick.

"I.." no other words came from Zara. She was already backing up. He had one fatal blow left to deliver and it stuck in his throat.

"Kinda busy, babe. But you can wait in the main room for me if you were wanting another go."