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I eat Anna’s pussy like it’s my last fucking meal until she loses her balance and leans over the bed with her ass exposed while I kneel there with my tongue in her pussy, just about ready to taste even more. I run my tongue over her ass, poking it into her asshole until she screams and attempts to desperately push me away from her puckered back door.

Nothing she does can stop me from pushing my tongue in her sweet black ass, so I keep eating her ass and rubbing her clit until she reaches another intense climax that gets my face and the bed soaked with her juices. To give her the slightest bit of a break, I lick her cum off her thighs while she gasps for breath.

Then I stand behind her and drop my pants and underwear in one swift motion. She’s still so out of it that she barely realizes what happens until the head of my dick probes her soaked entrance. I slowly move between her lower lips, feeling every inch of her softness before I enter her. The first inch of her pussy is a mixture of bliss and torture as I hold back every instinct to cum inside her immediately.

Anna emits the hottest moan, making it even harder for me to hold back. Gasping for breath and holding onto my wife’s hips, I plunge the rest of my cock into her with one sharp motion. I’m too desperate for her cunt to wait a second longer. We moan together as I rock my hips and fuck her hard into my bed. I made her cum so much that I can afford to be this impatient without any guilt.

Slamming my dick into Anna feels like heaven. I rub her clit to another orgasm and this time when she climaxes, the euphoria is too much for me to display any restraint. I push my cock all the way inside her and erupt. The animalistic groan that escapes my lips almost shakes the walls of my damn house it’s so uncouth.

In the moment, the only thing I care about is Anna’s soft hips, her wet pussy and the way her heat clamps down on my dick, drawing every last drop of cum from my balls.

I kiss her neck, completely unwilling to withdraw from her right away.

“I’m going to miss you,” I growl.

“I can tell,” Anna whispers, pushing her hips back against me slightly, beckoning me not to leave her right away…

Twenty-Three

QUIN

Tanner will be back in a day. I don’t know where he is, but the woman Tanner assigned to stay with me — a nice white lady named Deborah — keeps me informed as much as she sees fit. Deborah is his aunt, but I would like her even if she wasn’t related to Tanner.

She hasn’t said anything to me in the past seven days but today she tells me in no uncertain terms, “Tanner will be back tomorrow.”

I don’t know how to feel about that. To describe the energy between us as weird would be an understatement. The new contract made me extremely suspicious and then Tanner has been strange ever since the whole Plan B incident. He acts like he doesn’t trust me and then there’s the incident with his hug.

His scent.

My suspicions.

I can’t make any plans to test my suspicions until he gets back. Until then, I have to just keep living the way I have been since Tanner left.

I would have appreciated the heads up that I would be in charge of his so-called safe house, but at least the guests are easy to get along with. Apparently, our place out in Arizona is the only one the bikers can send their wives and children to, so I won’t be staying here alone.

I don’t have any say in the situation – of course. Deb announces it to me at the last minute.

Juliette is stashed away somewhere else, but Anna Shaw, Deborah Shaw, Tamiya Blackwood and Rebecca Knight are here. Avery is still with us, as well as Juliette’s baby. They have a good baby routine going together and it’s nice to have Juliette for company.

Tamiya and Rebecca are private investigators and most of the conversations we’ve had since they all arrived have surrounded the mysterious incident that called the Rebel Barbarians to this unplanned meeting in the desert. Rebecca also suspects that Tamiya is pregnant, but she keeps brushing off the subject and turning everything back to the dead bodies found in the desert and the private investigation they have done into potential motorcycle clubs that might be involved.

I don’t know enough about Tanner’s club to guess about anything, but I absorb as much information as I can from their conversations and ask questions whenever I get confused. The way I understand it, they all suspect that Avery has something to do with the “situation” out in the desert. Tanner told me he had to go to a funeral.

I had to find out from Deb that this “funeral” wasn’t something so casual, but the death of six bikers who were found headless in a mass grave out in the desert. I don’t like talking about death and murder, but I try to act normal throughout the conversation, pushing out thoughts of blood. Death. The scent of bleach which always lingers in my mind when I draw those memories forward.

The night before Tanner gets back, Anna insists we have one last dinner together. The babies are all asleep and Rebecca has been rubbing it in everyone’s face that she’s not pregnant and can drink all the espresso martinis she wants. Deb Shaw joins her in project espresso martini, so they’re both drunk as hell.

Considering the lack-of-Plan-B situation, I’m too scared to drink any alcohol. If I end up pregnant, I don’t want the baby to have three spines or whatever happens when you drink early in pregnancy. Something bad. I remember that much from my health classes.

While the ladies without risk of pregnancy get slightly tipsy and a little energetic off the espresso martinis, Anna and I work on our spread for dinner. None of us have had a traditional black Thanksgiving in ages, so we get the crazy idea to have a Thanksgiving dinner on some random day in the middle of the year. Despite my white adoptive parents, I had Juliette, who had the best Thanksgiving dinners at her place growing up until her mom died. I can’t wait to recreate the experience, even if nobody can throw down in the kitchen quite like Juliette. She has a talent.

We all love cooking and eating — except for Tamiya, who only loves cooking and clearly doesn’t eat very much. She offers to make the sweet potato pie for dessert which makes me a little nervous because she’s a little skinny to be trusted with dessert, but I have the responsibility of the greens and the baked Mac and cheese, so I have to let go and let God when it comes to the dessert.

Our fake “Thanksgiving” ends up being the most fun I’ve had in a long time. The espresso martinis and the atmosphere brings out the private investigator in everyone. Tamiya leads the conversation, unable to let go of the deaths in the desert.

“After Oske blackmailed me to kidnap a baby, Gideon is not going to let me get away with something like that again. I’d rather us feel safe.”

Anna scoffs. “When have you ever felt completely safe since meeting one of those bikers?”

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