Page 190 of Indecent Lies

Tait loved getting into her big pregnancy panties. Maybe she wore them on purpose under her blue fitted wrap dress under her puffy parka coat.

“I’ll get one of the old ladies to watch Val for a bit and we can sneak off in one of the back rooms.” He told her.

It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had sex in the clubhouse.

She wouldn’t have believed anyone had they told her two years ago that being around hard and dangerous bikers would become one of her favorite places.

But her man fit with them and she fit with Tait, so she made it work.

She got to know them all and learned they weren’t so dangerous and scary after all.

After what happened with Arson last year and also Lawless who was still serving his five years prison sentence, it brought Tait closer again with his boys.

They all came over regularly and grilled meat, watched the game, doted on their screaming diva too.

“Is that hand on my bottom looking to get laid, Tait?” She asked, batting her lashes at him. She saw his eyes flare.

“I own you, don’t I?”

Oh, my god. He knew what that did to her. Now she was really wet and in need of a change of her big panties.

“Tait,” she whined, burying her face in his chest.

He groped her butt some more and dropped a kiss to her neck.

“Who owns you, little girl?”

“You do.”

“Then you know I always want to get laid. Gonna spread for me soon?”

God, he was soindecent. She loved it.

He deposited her in the passenger seat, kissed her hard and fast, leaving his glorious taste in her mouth and then she glued her eyes to his frame as he rounded the front of the truck.

He was long in gait and lean all over with his defined muscles.

She knew every inch of his body and was extremely turned on by everything Tait, but especially just watching him be a man.

So much change in the last two years.

He was happy.

And his twin was miserable but making his way to being good again and that started by serving his wife with divorce papers. No one was more surprised than Tait.

It helped to build some of their rift that they were still working on but they welcomed his twin in their house on the infrequent times he came to town.

Across the console, as he started the engine, his hand came to her inner thigh and stayed there as he sent her a smoldering grin. A promise of what was to come once they reached the party.

She laced his fingers, hardly able to keep still.

Damn pregnancy hormones. But nah, it was all Tait.

She was wildly in love with her biker made husband.

And nothing would ever change that.

She’d married the boy of her dreams. The man who gave her endless love, bought her ice cream sandwiches, rubbed her feet and fucked orgasms into her at an alarming rate.

“Love you, Pop.” He said with a wink as if reading her mind and they set off.

She loved every inch of him.

Oh, yeah. And the love of her fricking socialite life looked amazing wearing his Renegade Souls leather cut with the patch on the front that said ‘Treasurer’

As Tait was fond of saying. Life was sweet.

And getting more biker sweet by the day.

The End