Page 50 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Have you ever touched a dick before?” asks Diesel.

After a moment’s pause, Melissa shakes her head.

As any man would in this situation, I grow smug, flashing the other two my best cheesy smile.

Diesel’s expression shifts, and he rips Melissa away. “Do you still want me to fuck you first?”

I jump up from the chair so fast that it falls over, clattering loud against the floorboards.

Diesel shoots me a pissed glare.

But then it turns into something else.

Daylight illuminates his face.

Now, he looks tense. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him looking so worried—like a deer in headlights.

Not wanting to confirm what I think to be true, I keep my head turned away from the curtain, diving toward Melissa. The other two are already on it, wrapping their arms around her body to conceal her modesty. My breath catches in my throat, pulse soaring. It almost drowns out the sounds of the gasps.

Almost.

I turn my head around stiffly.

There are people in the main room. Two dozen, at a guess.

The stuffed eagle hides some of our bodies.

But not our faces.

I feel mine turn red.

Two dozen something patch members watch us, jaws open.

I gulp. Now would be a good time for a 950 JDJ to cut through my chest.

I didn’t feel shame when I poisoned the Reaper Sons’ water supply ten years ago, killing hundreds of their members.

But I feel it now.

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CASH

Once Melissa has finished putting on her dress, maybe we can try to hurry her out of the room through the back before the shouting starts.

“An outsider?” somebody has already started. “I don’t care how sweet her pussy tastes.”

“I saw her earlier. I knew this is why they were keeping her here.”

“Unofficial whore!”

“How do we know we can trust her?”

“We can’t.”

“Of course Bishop is involved in this.”

“That man has always got his fingers in American pies.”