Page 17 of Silver Fox Daddies

Diesel leans over, watching me type.

Me: BTW, we meant every word we said last night

“Give me that.” He steals the phone out of my grasp, staring at the text.

“You can’t get rid of a message from the receiving end,” Cash says, watching him try and figure out how to delete the last message.

I roll my eyes. “What’s the big deal?”

“Thedeal,” Diesel begins, “is that our club is under threat, and you’re more concerned about a stranger than you are about your own brothers’ lives.”

It’s not my fault she has a smashing pair of tits and a gorgeous face. What am I supposed to do? Leave things be and give her up to somebody else? No. I saw her first.

Wesaw her first.

I don’t know why Diesel is acting so pressed. We’re good at what we do. He needs to have more trust that things will work out.

Besides, Prez is just being precautionary. I can do my job wellandstill crack on with the library hottie.

If that’s what she wants.

I saw her yesterday sitting behind that desk. She couldn’t even get her words out. Her eyes said it all. They were alive withsomething. It was like a mix of anxiety and excitement, the nervous way she kept looking up at us.

My balls ache again, just seeing her name pop up on my phone.

I find the nude she sent us and zoom in on the picture to see a close-up of her pussy. It won’t be long until I’m seeing that tight, wet cunt in person, making her feel all kinds of things.

“What ya looking at, Bishy?”

I turn around to see one of the clubhouse whores staring down at me, twirling a blonde piece of hair through her fingertips.

I hooked up with Gigi a couple days before the prospects arrived. She was good, but it’s always the same with the women here. They come back for more. They know I only do one-night stands, so I’m always puzzled as to why they come back the next day, smiling and giving it big. I guess they want to be the lucky exception.

But I’m not here to find a girlfriend.

I’m here to ride bikes, shoot some bullets, and bury my dick in pussy after a hard day at work.

The girls here have nice bodies, but I don’t think any of them compare to the librarian. Normally, my dick only starts to twitch when a woman touches my groin or takes off her clothes. The librarian did none of those things, only grazed my hands briefly, and I was full mast.

Sexy Librarian: I was so drunk last night, you have no idea!!

The message notification draws us all back to the phone.

“Who are you texting?” Gigi drops the hair to grab the back of my chair, leaning in.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s nothing,” Diesel intervenes, shooing the woman along.

“What are you gonna say?” asks Cash.

“I dunno. What do you think?”

Diesel remains unimpressed. “You’re entertaining her now.”

“I don’t want her to feel disrespected. We took advantage last night. We owe it to her.”

Me: Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s our fault. You were drunk and we pushed it too far. We’re so sorry.

Sexy Librarian: It’s not your fault. It’s me. IDK what I was doing last night. What I was drinking. I feel awful, so ashamed.