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He caught her stained face as she tried to hide her horny embarrassment under the wave of hair.

One long lick on her slit, the taste exploding on his tongue it took all his control not to eat her out like a beast. Tease first.

“Ah, little girl, I don’t fuck around with virgins as a rule and it’s for your own good.” Texas’ head dipped until it felt like it was only hanging by a thread, air going too fast in and out of his lungs, teeth closed around the meat of her inner thigh, he held and tugged. “But I’ll bury my head between these creamy thighs and eat that untouched pussy like a lucky motherfucker until you pop all over my face.”

She whimpered and gripped his hair tightly, her prone body buckling in the middle when he kissed deeper. “Have I created a monster, you addicted to getting head, baby?”

“I love the feel of you licking me. Sucking me.”

Fuck! No stopping him now, no time for slow now she'd said that.

They were both panting by the time he got her off for the fourth and final time and thank fucking God, because Texas was out of his mind with need but she was finally sated and soft and he cleaned her up and stayed with her until she fell asleep.

Only then did he stagger to the bathroom, rip off his clothes and climb into the coldest shower he could make it. Icing down his own desires.

He never thought getting a woman off would have wrecked him so much.

But it was Poppy.

Only a few shorts weeks and she’d wormed her smiling-self deep under his skin.

It wasn’t only about fucking her now, though he was a desperate man.

Are you going to fuck me now?She asked more than once in between, before and during her orgasms. The hardest answer was telling her no because she had that look on her face that told him she’d not only suck his cock until she gagged on it, but she’d get off on it too. That she’d ride his face and love every second of it.

But then he grunted at her ear when he brought her down and started building her again with his hand.

“Ask me tomorrow, little girl. When you’re back to normal. Ask me for my dick.”

Ask me for my dick.

While he shot his own load against the wall tiles, his cock in a tight grasp and her name rushed out of him, he prayed she asked him tomorrow.

Ask me for my dick, Poppy.

TWENTY-THREE

“Never trust a rat with the cheese.” – Texas

Turns out, when Texas really wanted to be a rat, he found it particularly easy.

No one saw him enter the Armado Springs sheriff department that morning just after 7 am.

He was just an ordinary man wearing jeans and a black hoodie. No one paid him any attention as he made his way to the back of the building where Charlie Timmon’s office was situated.

The cop was expecting him when he entered the office without knocking.

He was in the middle of a coffee and donut.

He didn’t make a cop joke.

What Texas did do was shake the man’s hand and then bring out all the evidence he carried inside his jacket and lay it on the table for Charlie to look over.

Rider knew. The club knew, even Texas and the cops knew that ever since the Russian convoy had been in town, hardly any legal charges stuck to that group. They paid well to both officials and their lawyers. Plus witness intimidation was rife. Hardly any witnesses made it to court. Instead, their families held funerals.

So Texas was under no delusion that what he was laying out for the sheriff would stick to Grigori.

He just wanted to make enough trouble and bother for the man as he could.