Page 27 of Pike

“There’s only one question.”

“Which is?”

“Is she worth it?” That’s the question. Is Feather worth the drama and the war that we’d be facing? Is she worth the time and effort I’d put into this? There’s only one simple answer.

“Yeah, she is.”

“Then that answers that. You do what you need to do, Pike. We’re behind you.”

“Even after she stole from us?” He chuckles.

“Even after that. She said she was sorry. She apologized, and we got the whole story out of her. That’s good enough for me, brother.” I grunt my response as he takes another pull from his bottle before turning to face me fully. “What’s holdin’ you back?”

“She’s younger than me, Free. The girl still has her life ahead of her.”

“You’re not that old, Pike. I get the age gap, but it’s not like you’re a fuckin’ senior citizen here. Does she have a problem with it?” he asks. I shake my head, running my hand over my face.

“Not that I know of.”

“Then you’re overthinkin’ this. Don’t let your thoughts fuck up somethin’ that might be good, Pike. She’ll run, and you know she will.” Just as he says the words, we both hear someone coming into the room. We turn our heads at the same time to see Feather in one of my Soulless Bastards t-shirts coming our way, a smile on her face. She’s fucking beautiful.

“Just think about it, yeah?” Free suggests before shoving off his stool and walking away. Feather sits on the stool he vacated and glances over at me.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“I was just thinkin’ about some stuff. Does it bother you I’m older than you?”

“No. I honestly didn’t even think about it.”

“So you don’t care I’m older?” She shakes her head, and her hair falls over her shoulder. I reach over and brush it back, watching the pink stain her cheeks.

“I like you, Pike. I don’t think about your age.”

“Good girl. I like that about you, too, Feather. You don’t look at numbers.”

“I don’t need to when someone is good to me.” Now, a smile tugs across my face as I look at her. I reach for her and pull her lips to mine, kissing her gently before she’s off her stool. She spins me around and drops to her knees, tugging at my shorts as she goes.

“What’s this?”

“I want to do it.”

“You ever done it before?” I ask her when I see the look on her face. She shakes her head, biting her lip, and fuck does it look sexy as hell before she answers, “Not really willingly.”

“Fuck, Feather. You’re killin’ me.” I lift my hips so she can pull my shorts down, my hard cock springing free. She licks her lips and leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip, and that fucker jerks in her hand. I watch her take me into her mouth and slowly begin to suck. It’s heaven. Pure fucking heaven in her mouth. She bobs her head, taking me deeper, and I almost lose myself.

“Fuck me, darlin’.” She looks up, batting those long lashes at me as she continues her sweet torture. Before long, I find myself fucking her face. Her hair is in my hand, and my hips are rolling. I buck into her mouth as she struggles to contain me. Then I see her eyes widen as she gags on the size of my cock, hitting the back of her throat. I groan and start to pull out, but she stops me. She shakes her head and keeps going until I can’t stand it anymore. I let go and release down the back of her throat. I pull out quickly so she doesn’t choke on me, and she eagerly swallows.

I slump back against the bar and look down at her as she peers up at me.

“Was it bad?”

“Fuck, no. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn sexy in my life, Feather.”

“I’m sure that isn’t the first time you’ve had your cock sucked.”

“No, but fuck me, that was the best time.”

“You don’t have to lie,” she says.

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