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“I just had your cock in my mouth!”

“Not exactly.”

“What the hell do you mean not exactly? Your cock was in it!” He roars as he hovers over me. I can’t stop the grin that crosses my face, and even as angry as he is right now, I know deep down he wants to laugh it off with me. But I don’t push my luck. Instead, I wait for him to climb off me when Kindra garbs his arm and tugs before I stand to my feet. I glance at the girls and wink, causing them to giggle a little more.

“This ain’t funny,” Mask warns me as he chugs his beer.

“Why you drinkin’ so fast?”

“I need your cock out of my mouth!” He yells, causing the girls to laugh harder. He cuts his eyes at them, but they don’t stop.

I see Chyanne crossing her legs, and I nearly spit my drink from my mouth. She’s laughing so hard.

“The baby kicked my bladder,” she says before heading straight to the bathroom, still laughing.

“You owe me a hundred,” I tell Mask, pointing at him.

“I don’t owe you shit. You put a fuckin’ cock donut in my mouth, you motherfucker,” he hisses at me. I can’t stop myself from laughing harder. I knew I’d get a laugh out of someone today.

I walk away from Mask and give him a minute to come to terms with my cock being near his mouth and lean against the wall near the bathroom. Chyanne walks out and is still giggling when she sees me.

“Are you always this funny?” she asks with that perfect smile still on her face.

“I try to be. I like it when pretty girls laugh,” I tell her. Her smile fades as she looks at anything but me. “I’m not tryin’ anything here, Chy. Just tellin’ you you’re beautiful.”

“That sounds a lot like trying something,” she says, her smile completely gone now.

“I don’t want kids. I wouldn’t get involved with someone who had kids,” I tell her truthfully. She nods her head before walking off and heading back to Nicole. I watch them talk for a second, and Nicole shrugs her shoulders before glancing over at me. I wink at her and go into the bathroom to handle my business.

Chapter 4

Chyanne

My feet hurt. My legs hurt. Everything hurts after my shift at work. I’ve been getting killer cramps in my legs, and I don’t know what to do about them.

I walk into the clubhouse, and it’s pretty silent. Not many people are roaming around at this time of night, which kind of shocks me since every other night, it’s been busy as hell here.

“You’re back,” I hear Van say as he strolls into the room.

“Why’s it so quiet?”

“The guys are out on a little recon mission. They’ll be back.” I nod my head and walk past him toward the kitchen to grab something to drink. Grabbing a bottle of water, I head back into the main room and drop onto the couch.

“Long day?”

“Yeah. I keep getting cramps in my legs so bad. I’ve never felt pain like that before,” I tell him.

“You talked to the doctor about it? You know we have one that can come in and check things out if you need him to.”

“I’ve talked to my doctor. A lot of pregnant women get them,” I tell him as he drops onto the couch next to me. He reaches for me, grabs my legs, and pulls them onto his lap. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me.

“I remember my sisters gettin’ them. One got them really badly. She sat and cried all night,” he says, ignoring me and massaging my legs. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t like it because I do. It’s really soothing to the point I nearly moan out loud. I bite my lip to keep that from happening.

“I’m sure they appreciated whatever you did for them,” I tell him.

“I know they did. They told me a million times,” he chuckles while he keeps massaging.

“You’re really good at this.”

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