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I thought after we left Judd and Ursula’s office yesterday, we’d have a few days of peace before things got crazy. I was wrong. We were lucky that we got the remainder of the day. After a leisurely lunch in one of my favorite places, we took our time riding back to Bristol. I loved riding, even in the heat. At home, we’d spent the evening cuddling on the couch and then later in bed making love. Yes, it was love, or at least on my part. I was hoping that Tinker was moving in that direction. I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid it might be too soon, so I held back.

I woke up this morning optimistic, but that was blown apart by unexpected visitors. I thought they’d wait a few days to come back at us. Thankfully, Tinker was still at home. He was planning to go in and work a half day in the afternoon. I was worried about him neglecting his work due to me, but he assured me that Lash was there and he covered for him when needed. I hoped so. I knew the club made decent money off Iron’s Rehab, and I didn’t want to be responsible for something being messed up.

We’d just finished breakfast when Tinker’s phone rang. He answered it. “Hey, Dravin, good morning. What’s up?”

His smile changed to a scowl. I moved closer. “I’ll be there. Don’t let them leave.” He listened for another few seconds and then hung up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to go to the gate. I’ll be back. There’s something I have to deal with.”

“Vance, tell me. Who’s at the gate?”

“Babe, I don’t want you to deal with them.”

“Is it my aunt and uncle?”

He shook his head. I gave him an expectant look. He sighed. “Damn it, don’t look at me like that. You don’t need to see those fuckers. Will you please let me handle them?”

“It’s Jubilee and Rick, isn’t it?” Certainty filled me as I asked.

He sighed louder, then nodded. “Yeah, they’re here demanding to see you. It’s gonna be ugly, baby. You shouldn’t have to hear their shit.”

“You’re right. It will be ugly, but I won’t cower behind you. I let you take the lead yesterday, but I can’t continue to do that, Vance. We go together, or I do it alone. Those are your options,” I said firmly.

He pulled me to him. “You’re such a badass. Stop it. You’re making me hard,” he uttered right before he kissed me, almost melting my panties. When he let go, I was in a daze as he led me to get our shoes and then outside to traipse to the gate. Dravin was on the inside, standing alert and watching through the small windows as I called them.

“They’re out there pacing a trench in the ground. If you’d been much longer, we’d have to get a backhoe to fill it in. The dude doesn’t look pleased, and the woman has her nose in the air so far that if it rained, she’d drown,” Dravin told us with a smirk.

I chuckled. “What I wouldn’t give to see that.” He snickered. I looked at Tinker.

“I say open the small door, and we go out and talk to them. Hear what they have to say and then send them packing. Remember, Rick will try and get you to hit him so he can run to the cops,” I warned him.

“Babe, I won’t throw the first punch, but if he does, I’ll follow up all day. And if he runs to the cops, we have video surveillance all around the property, especially at the gate. It’ll catch any fight that happens. I’m not landing my ass in jail. He’s the outsider around here. Chief Carlton knows the Punishers and isn’t one to jump to automatically blaming us. Okay, let’s get this over with so we can enjoy our day,” Tinker said.

Taking my hand, he walked the short distance to the small door, which he unlocked and opened. Walking outside, I was glad of his presence. Inside the compound, I felt safe. Out here, not as much. As soon as we cleared the doorway, Rick charged toward us with Jubilee on his heels. I saw the fury on his face. Looking at him, I wondered what I ever saw in him. He was attractive on the surface, but that was all it was—an outer shell covering an awful person inside. Once again, I thought how lucky I was to be free of him and how much he and Jubilee deserved each other.

“What the fuck were you thinking to come to Blacksburg and make threats to Judd and Ursula in their office!?” he shouted.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing coming here and demanding to see us and shouting at us?” Tinker shot back.

“Stay out of this, motherfucker. This is between us and Haven,” was Rick’s comeback.

“You better not dare talk to him that way. Tinker is a part of this because he’s with me. Say what you came here to say and then leave. It was Ursula and Judd we visited. If they had such a problem with it, why aren’t they here? Rather than sending their lap dog and his whatever you want to call her,” I said with a smirk.

“I think the word you’re looking for is his bitch, babe,” Tinker added.

“How dare you call me a bitch!? You’re the bitch, Haven. You’re bitter and want to take it out on others,” Jubilee yelled.

“What do I have to be bitter about?” I asked.

“That I have Rick and you don’t. He was never going to be yours,” she said with a sniff.

“When I think about Rick, I thank God I found out what a loser he is and that I’m thankful he found someone as big of a loser as he is. Oh, and that I have a man like Tinker. He’s all man, not a petulant boy pretending to be one,” I said with a smile.

Tinker laughed. Rick turned redder and growled. Jubilee shrieked and tried to lunge at me, but I was ready for her. Rick grabbed her before she could.

“She’s trying to divert us. Ignore her. She’s trash. We’re here to give you a message. If you persist in fighting the lawsuit and making threats, the family will make sure by the time we’re through, you won’t have anything—no money, no home, no business, nothing. And if this biker gang keeps sticking their noses into our business, they’ll end up the same,” Rick said with a sneer.

“And if you persist in coming after Haven and Gareth, I can promise you, you’ll be left with nothing. We’re not some pissants you can scare or ruin. We’ve got resources and friends you have no clue of. If you don’t drop the lawsuit and stay away from us, Gareth, and Annie for good, you’ll be lucky to find a job at a fast-food joint. Maybe Jubilee can put her useless law degree to work there. Oh wait, she might have to get her hands dirty. Never mind,” Tinker said with a curl of his lip.

“You know it made me sick every time I had to pretend to want you. Even holding your hand made me queasy. And those kisses, I’d go home and scrub myself to get the taint of you off. Thank God I had a real woman,” Rick said to me.

While what he said hurt on some level, I refused to let it get to me. Tinker growled, but I had a hold of his arm. I knew what Rick was doing, and I knew what button to push. I debated for a second whether I should, but then my vindictive side took over. I hugged up to Tinker. His arms came around me.

“Rick, I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m not with you. I discovered what a real man is like. Those kisses you gave me were pathetic. And if I was such a turnoff, why did you have an erection all the time? There were many nights you’d leave with one. I never understood why you didn’t want to have sex, but then I figured it out.”

Jubilee was staring at him. He sputtered. “I-I never got an erection with her, Jubilee. She’s lying. And I didn’t have sex because I couldn’t do it. Besides, I had Jubilee. I would never cheat on her.”

“No, that’s not the truth. You didn’t have sex with me because you were embarrassed. Based on the size of your erection, you have a little dick, which explains your attitude. Tinker doesn’t leave me lacking in that department. He’s all man and has many inches to prove it. He knows how to use them all. I seriously doubt you have more technique than a prepubescent boy. Poor Jubilee,” I taunted.

Tinker guffawed loudly and slapped his thigh. I was laughing, too. I saw the second Rick lost control. I was watching for it, and the tension in Tinker’s body told me he was too. Rick took one step before Tinker pushed me behind him, and he took a defensive stance.

“Better not,” he warned Rick, who ignored him and kept coming.

I watched Rick throw the first punch. It landed, but it was the only one. Tinker proceeded to beat his ass. No matter what Rick did, he was no match for my man. Jubilee was screaming. I stood there calmly watching. Dravin had come out to stand next to me and take in the show.

As they fought, Devlin joined us. The others and most of the old ladies were at work. I wondered if Dravin had called his brother to watch. Devlin leaned in to whisper to both of us. “He has to be stupid to take on Tinker. I’ve seen that man in the ring. He’s a beast. Look at the size of him. That guy has a major screw loose.”

“He does. Did you make the call?” Dravin asked.

“I did. Oh, here comes Reaper. He was in the clubhouse, so I told him he might want to see this,” Devlin said with a wink. I turned my head far enough to see Reaper joining us. He had an unconcerned look on his face.

“Hey, why didn’t one of you tell me the fun was starting so I could be here to see it all?” he asked us.

“You can watch it on replay on the security tapes, Pres. But I’ll call you next time I think something might pop off,” Dravin promised.

“That’s more like it, Prospect,” Reaper responded.

Jubilee abruptly stopped screaming and had her cell phone out. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I’d bet money she was calling the cops. “She’s calling the police,” I informed the others.

“Probably, but we beat her to it. They should be here any minute,” Reaper said smugly.

“You called them?”

“I did. I had to report that we had trespassers, and one of them had attacked a member who had to defend himself as well as his old lady. Captain Carlton said he’d have some of his people out here immediately.”

I listened to what they said but kept my eyes on the fighters and my cousin. When she put her phone away, I saw her demeanor change. She rushed toward Tinker and Rick. I didn’t know if it was to gang up on my man, to tear them apart, or to see if she could get one of them to hit her so she could lie and tell the cops a big story. I’d put nothing past her, so when she moved, so did I. I placed myself between her and them.

“Get out of my way!” she snarled.

“I’m not letting you get in the middle of them. They’ll settle it one way or the other. Stay out of it, Jub.”

“Don’t call me that! I hate that stupid nickname. And you can’t tell me what to do. You’re not the boss of me. That filthy biker you’re screwing is going to jail. We’ll make sure his ass does time for this,” she shrieked.

“How? Rick started it first.”

“It’s our word against yours. Who do you think the cops will believe?” she simpered, batting her lashes. She’d been doing shit like this since we were little and always getting me into trouble, but not this time.

“I wouldn’t count on it. See, this is private property. You’re trespassing, and we have cameras all over, which record everything. Tinker won’t be going to jail. Your boyfriend is,” I informed her gleefully.

She scanned the gate and the walls. I saw when she found the cameras. She let out a strangled scream and then came at me. It was stupid on her part, but her anger got the best of her. She had her clawlike nails raised. She didn’t know how to punch, but she knew how to scratch, slap, and pull hair. She’d done it many times when we were younger. Unfortunately for her, I’d learned other skills. Those self-defense classes I took when I got older kicked in. I captured her wrists and held them away from my face.

Jubilee screeched louder and struggled to get loose. She tried to kick me with her high-heeled pump but couldn’t. I turned my body so her foot glanced off my thigh. It hurt a little, but not too awful. I shoved her away from me, letting go of her arms. It was a strategic move. She came at me again, but this time, I didn’t grab her wrists. Instead, I let her scratch me. It wasn’t terrible. I reared back enough that she only made light contact, but it did leave red marks on my face. As soon as her claws landed, I followed up with a punch to her face. I heard the crunch when her nose broke. Her high-pitched scream of pain instantly followed it. That scream got the attention of the two men fighting. They swung around to face us.

Rick ran over to Jubilee, who was holding her nose, wailing, blood seeping out from under her fingers. Tinker came to me. His hand came up to touch the marks on my cheek. “Witch, why did you let her do this?” he asked.

“So we have proof she not only attacked me first, but I retaliated when she hurt me. It was all for the cameras. The cops are coming. Wait,” I whispered to him. He tugged me to his chest and placed soft kisses on my stinging cheek.

Moments later, the sound of sirens caught our attention. Rick glanced at us. “You’ll get what you deserve now,” he gloated.

I saw Jubilee’s frightened expression. She was tugging on his arm to get his attention, but he was too busy thinking he had us to pay her any mind. When the police cruiser came to a stop, two cops got out. Then, a dark SUV pulled up behind it, and another man got out. The first car had a man and a woman in it. The man in the SUV was older, what I’d call a silver fox. He came striding over to us. The officers hung back and let him take the lead. He held out his hand to Reaper.

“Hi, Reaper, I see you have a problem,” he said pleasantly.

“We do.”

“Mind telling me what’s going on?” the man asked.

“I can tell you! This ruffian and his bitch attacked us without cause. I was forced to defend myself, and while I was, she attacked my fiancée. Look at what she did to her face. I want them arrested. We’re pressing charges,” Rick said pompously.

The older man ignored him. “Tinker, mind telling me what happened? Who’s the woman in your arms?”

“Sure thing. Chief Carlton, this is Haven. She’s my old lady. Babe, this is the chief of police here in Bristol. Chief, those two are her cousin, Jubilee, and Jubilee’s fiancé, Warrick. They came here insisting on seeing us. They made it physical, so we defended ourselves. The two of them, Jubilee’s parents, who are lawyers, and Haven’s mom, are suing Haven and her uncle Gareth for money left to them by their grandma. They seem to think they’re entitled to it.”

“Gareth? You mean Annie’s new husband?” Carlton asked.

“Yes. I’m sorry we had to meet this way. It’s nice to meet you, Chief Carlton. I’ve recently moved to Bristol to be near my uncle and Annie. I haven’t had time to meet everyone,” I told him.

“She bought the building in town we’re renovating. It’ll be her interior design studio,” Tinker added.

“We need something like that. What do—” He was cut off by Jubilee.

“Why’re you standing there like a stump, chatting with them? Arrest them! Look what they did to me and him.”

Slowly, Carlton turned to face them. “Young lady, I don’t know who you’re talking to, but it better not be me. I’ll get back to you when I’m good and ready. I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Rick snapped.

“This,” Spawn’s voice said from behind us.

I glanced back over my shoulder to find him walking up to us. He strolled over to Carlton and handed him what looked like a jump drive. “Here you go, Chief. It shows everything from the moment they arrived, demanding to see Haven, to when you all drove up. You can clearly see that he threw the first punch, and Tinker defended himself. Then, his woman tried to get in the middle of it, and Haven told her to stop. That made her attack Haven, who was better at fighting. You can see the red nail marks on Haven’s face. She’s lucky she didn’t break the skin or get her eyes,” Spawn said.

Rick and Jubilee cast each other worried looks, then tried again. “They instigated it. This was all a setup,” Jubilee exclaimed.

“Also, we want them charged with trespassing in addition to assault,” Reaper stated.

“We can’t be charged with that. This is public property out here on the road,” Jubilee said snidely.

“I beg to differ. I can show you the official deed. We built the wall within the property lines. Twenty feet out from the walls, which encompasses the road you’re on, is still a part of our property. You’re trespassing,” Reaper said with a smirk. I heard my cousin gasp. She was at a loss for words.

“Well, I guess our work is done. If we need anything else, I’ll let you know. Get these two out of here. Take them to the station and book them,” Carlton told the two officers who’d never said a word.

Without saying anything, they walked over to Rick and Jubilee. Those two idiots argued and tried to plead their case, but it fell on deaf ears. In no time, they were in the back of the cruiser. The looks they gave us told me they weren’t done with us. I hadn’t expected them to be. As they drove off, I fought not to wave.

“I don’t have to tell you to watch your back, but I will. Those two don’t strike me as ones to back off. Not unless they’re made to. I won’t be able to hold them for long, especially if it’s first offenses. If the parents are lawyers, they’ll bail them out quickly,” Carlton told us.

“True, but it’ll be fine. We’re alert. And the parents live in Blacksburg, so you’ll be able to hold them for a couple of hours,” Tinker said.

“Good, and no one said I had to give them their one phone call immediately. This just might be fun. See you later. Oh, and Haven, welcome to Bristol,” he said with a wink before he shook the guys’ hands and mine.

“Nice to meet you, too,” I told him. He smiled and then went to his SUV. He waved as he took off. I sagged in relief. I was glad it was over, even though I knew we hadn’t heard the last of it from my family.

“Come on, we’ve got better stuff to do. Thanks for the backup,” Tinker told the guys. They all nodded. I let him lead me back inside.

It was evening by the time we were notified that Rick and Jubilee had made bail. I knew they would. I wondered if we’d get a visit from them or my aunt and uncle tonight, but as the hours ticked by and there were no visitors, I relaxed. We were at the clubhouse hanging out with the club. Not everyone was there, but enough to have engaging conversations. The guys kept wanting to watch the video Spawn showed them of the fight. They congratulated Tinker. They’d seen him fight before and knew what he was capable of. It was me they were teasing.

“We’ll have to watch you, Haven—first, Rhea, and now your cousin. We think Tinker should change your name from Witch to something feistier,” Remus teased.

“I’m not changing her name,” Tinker told him.

“I think we should have a rematch between her and those two and then come up with a name for her,” Romulus added.

“You guys are horrible. Stop it,” I told the twins as I shoved them playfully. They cracked up.

Once we sobered, Maniac asked a question. “Not to kill the good mood, but we know they won’t stop that easily. Any idea what their next move might be?”

I shook my head. “With them, it’s hard to tell. They’re not used to anyone pushing back. When I told Gareth and Annie what happened, they said to watch out. My uncle doesn’t know what they’ll do, but he agrees this will piss them off big time. I was worried Ursula and Judd would stop here and say something when they bailed them out.”

“They won’t be that bold again. They know they have to sneak. We’ll watch ourselves and wait to see what Spawn finds,” Tinker said confidently.

Our attention got diverted by Ratchet and Gravel asking for a team to go against them in a pool game. When it was accepted by Sandman and Shadow, the rest of us gathered to watch and, at times, heckle them. There was such overt cheating that I couldn’t stop laughing. It was an excellent way to forget about my family for a while. We hung around until about ten and then said goodnight. I knew before we went to bed that Tinker had plans for us. I had no objections.

As soon as we closed the front door at the house behind us and removed our shoes and cuts, which hung on hooks by the front door, he pounced. I was gently shoved against the wall where he slammed his mouth down on mine. I eagerly kissed him back, letting my teeth and tongue devour him as much as he was devouring me.

I squeaked in surprise when I was suddenly lifted off my feet by my ass. I hastily wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, but I wanted to help him hold me up. He ground his erection into my core as he kneaded my ass cheeks, making me whimper in need.

He tore his mouth away. “I can’t wait, Witch. No playing tonight, I need you,” he panted.

I was breathing just as hard as he was when I answered him. “Then take me. I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”

He groaned. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.

“I do mean it.”

“Even if it might mean being seen?”

His question took me by surprise. “What do you mean? Like sex in the common room?”

“Hell no, never there. I was thinking outside on the veranda. It’s not likely anyone would see us except maybe Crusher. Have you ever wanted to have sex where you might get caught? Or have someone watch you?”

I shivered, but it wasn’t due to revulsion. It was desire. I’d never shared my fantasies with anyone. I was slowly coming out of my shell and telling him. However, this wasn’t one I’d shared. He was watching me closely, and something in his eyes told me he knew my fantasy. How? I had no clue.

“I’ve wondered. The thought does make me tingle,” I admitted.

“Tingle? You mean that pussy is wet, don’t you? Let me see,” he whispered before a finger slipped past the edge of my shorts and slid over my nether lips. I gasped as he rubbed over my distended clit.

“Fuck, yeah, you like that idea. Wanna come outside with me and let me take care of that tingle for you? If we get out there and you change your mind, just tell me.” He reminded me. He said the same thing every time we did something new to me. I barely hesitated before answering him.

“Vance, take me outside and fuck me. Take care of this ache,” I moaned.

He growled, and then we were moving. He carried me through to our bedroom. When we entered, he placed me on my feet and flipped on the lamp. “Strip,” he ordered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I removed my clothes quickly. While I stripped, he did the same. Seeing his delicious body, my wetness increased. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were running down my thighs soon. I was lowering myself to my knees in front of him when he lifted me to my feet.

“Not yet. Outside,” he said.

Walking to the French doors from the master to the veranda, he opened them and took me out into the warm summer night. Right outside our room was a seating area consisting of a chaise lounger, a small table, and two chairs where we could sit and enjoy the outdoors. Tinker took me to the chaise and lowered me. I was reclined back on it. Then, he was straddling it and me with his cock in his hand, stroking it.

“Open up and suck my cock. I know you want it,” he demanded.

He was right. I did want it. I leaned forward a tad and took hold of the base of his cock. He let go. I fisted him and ran my hand up and down his length a few times. When he growled, I knew he was out of patience. I opened my mouth and sucked the head inside. I paused to savor his unique flavor. He was tangy yet salty. I moaned, sending vibrations down his length, which made him groan. I’d gone down on him enough to know how he liked to have his cock sucked.

I laved all around the leaking head, sucked deeply, and pumped the base. His fingers threaded through my hair, and he used them to guide me. I gave him control. He worked my mouth up and down him. I teased his balls, sometimes twisting them or scraping them with my nails for a bite of pain. Other times, I’d use the edge of my teeth to nibble on the head of his cock. The groans and whispered praise he gave me drove me to do more.

“God, you suck cock like a dream, Haven. It feels so fucking good. I want to shoot my load in your mouth, but I want your pussy more. But first, there’s something I need to do first,” he muttered.

He eased his hips back, removing his cock. I tried to chase it with my mouth, but he pulled too far away. Then, he hoisted me off the chaise and swung me around, placing me on my back on the table. I was about to ask what he was doing when he sat in one of the chairs and wrenched my legs apart. I gasped, then moaned as he buried his head between my open thighs and lapped at my pussy.

Now, I made the appreciative noises and egged him on with my hands buried in his hair. I was so turned on by sucking him and the idea of being watched that it didn’t take him long to have me coming. I tried to keep my screams quiet but could only muffle them.

When he eventually stood, his face was glistening from my cum. Enough light came from inside the bedroom to allow us to see each other. He slid his hands underneath my upper body and lifted me again. Turning, he went back to the lounger. Tinker swung himself, so I was on his lap facing him when he sat down. His cock was standing up proud between us.

“Lift up and put me inside you. I want you to ride me. Hard,” he commanded.

I was so excited I shook as I grasped him after I raised up, and then I slowly sank down onto his impressive cock. I moaned as he filled me, stretching me so deliciously. He threw back his head and growled.

I might’ve let him fill me slowly, but I let go once he was all the way in. I used my thigh muscles to lift myself and to slam back down. He groaned. That was my signal to ride him hard. The slap of our bodies was loud. His hands came up to cup my ass, and he helped me to lift.

“That’s it. Ride that cock. Harder. Fuck me, baby. I bet whoever is watching is wishing he was me. But he won’t ever be. You’re mine. All mine. I’m the only one who gets to know what your pussy feels like strangling my cock. God, I wonder which brother is out there jerking off to this sight?” he shouted.

The reminder we might be watched had me skate the edge of coming. Tinker brought up his hand to rub my clit. But that wasn’t what sent me over the edge. It was the gruff voice of Crusher coming out of the darkness.

“Christ, brother, you two are fucking hot. Don’t stop. Make her scream. I’m close.”

I froze, but Tinker didn’t let me stay that way. He jerked me back down on him. “Don’t stop. Show him how you love your man,” he said gutturally.

A wildness shot through me, and I lost all worry of embarrassment and went back to riding him wildly. A minute later, he flung back his head and groaned loudly, “I’m close.”

“So am I,” I panted.

“Fuck yeah,” Crusher said.

The next thing I knew, I was screaming as Tinker pinched my clit, sending me over the edge into an intense orgasm. My tightening around him caused him to grunt and shout as he began to fill me with his cum. In the distance, I heard a groan, which told me Crusher was also coming. It was insane yet hot to know I got two men off even though one wasn’t even touching me. As I finished, I sank down to rest on Tinker’s chest. He held me close and rubbed my back as he kissed my face.

“Thanks for the show. Goodnight. So fucking hot,” Crusher muttered.

I tried to rise and look over my shoulder, but Tinker held me. “He’s gone.”

“Oh God, what will he think of me? And the others when he tells them,” I asked aghast.

“He won’t say shit to you, and he’ll think the same as he did before. He won’t tell the others. This is between us. He knew the deal before I brought you out here.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I told him I wanted to fulfill one of your fantasies tonight, and I asked if he wanted to help. I told him what it was. He said yes. He swore he wouldn’t say a word to anyone, and it wouldn’t make things weird between us. If you had said no, he would’ve gone home.”

I thought over what he said. I knew I shouldn’t ask, but I did anyway. “Have you two done this before? Have you shared a woman?”

“Haven, what happened with other women has nothing to do with you. They meant nothing. You mean everything. Do you still want me to answer?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He sighed. “I’ve shared women with some of the brothers, and they’ve seen me with them and vice versa. It hasn’t only been Crusher. Is this going to make it too weird for you? I swear, he won’t say anything, and he knows you belong to me. He’ll never attempt to touch you if you’re worried about that.”

“I’m not worried he’ll try to touch me. I guess I’m slightly apprehensive it’ll change how he sees me. He might think I’m a slut and not right for you. I don’t want anyone to think that. It was hot, but I honestly hadn’t thought past that when you asked. It might’ve been different if it was a stranger I would never meet.”

He lifted me so he could see my face. “Haven, no one here would ever think you’re a slut. As for Crusher seeing us, it’s fine. A stranger might make it different, or maybe not. We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to. I just wanted to give you something you fantasized about. You’re always fulfilling my every desire.”

“And you always make me enjoy every second when I do. Thank you. It was hot, and I did enjoy it. I’ll have to think about whether I want to do it again. Maybe, if we do, we can try it where a stranger sees us.” The idea was making me wet. He chuckled. His softening cock was still inside of me.

“I think I need to take you inside and fuck you again, Witch. The way you’re getting wetter is waking my cock back up.”

I squealed, making him laugh. Somehow he got up without dislodging me and walked back inside with him still buried in my pussy and his cock hardening by the second. I’d never say no to round two. I’d worry about whether to let this happen again another time.