Page 61 of Tiny's Law

“Actually, I was hoping you’d maybe wanna go to the clubhouse with me.”

“The clubhouse?”

“Yeah, where you met us that day when Ringer was locked up.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know where you’re talking about. I just haven’t been there since.”

“Well, do you wanna go? With me?”

“For what?” she asks tentatively.

“To hang out and chill. Drink some beer, shoot some pool.”

She thinks about it for a minute, looking down at her clothes.

“I’ll wait while you change.”

In her rush to stand up, I catch a glimpse of the bottom of her asscheek peeking out from beneath her tiny shorts. I reach up, palming her juicy ass, and groan.

She swats my hand away with a smile and rushes inside. Following behind her, I greet Meatball at the door and carry him into her room, where she’s already in her closet, flipping through clothes.

“What do I wear?”

Meatball makes himself comfy right in my lap, and I rub the top of his head while he purrs loudly. “Whatever you want, nothing fancy.”

“Jeans it is,” she says as she comes out of the closet, securing her jeans at her waist, pulling on a blue tank top, and putting on a coat. “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” I say, putting Meatball to my side and opening my arms, gesturing for her to come to me.

She stops right in front of me in between my spread legs. Reaching around so my hands are caressing the backs of her thighs, I pull her the rest of the way forward until her hands steady herself on my shoulders.

Licking my lips, I use one hand to guide her by the neck down to me. I press my lips to hers and groan in satisfaction when she returns the kiss. Her fingernails scrape their way up my neck. I moan into her mouth at the feel of them running through my hair.

Lifting her up and pulling her on top of me, she lands with her thighs on either side of mine.

I kiss along her neck, leading up to press my lips to her ear. “I want to eat you.” I nip at the spot right below her ear, causing her to moan. “Delicious.”

She lets her head drop back on her shoulders, groaning. “We’re never going to make it there if you keep this up.”

I chuckle against her skin and tap her ass. “Let’s go then. Time for more later?”

“Absolutely,” she smirks. Hopping off my lap, she grabs her bag off her dresser, reaching for me with an outstretched hand to follow her.

I’d follow this damn woman anywhere, and watching her walk in front of me in her tight-as-fuck jeans has my cock harder than steel. I told Ghost I’d come by the clubhouse, and after showing face, I will absolutely be bringing Kourtney back home and showing her just how hard she makes me.

The entire ride to the clubhouse has her clutching her body to mine. Feeling her shiver behind me almost makes me wish we would’ve just driven her car, but I’d be lying if I didn’t love the way she clings to me in the cool weather, seeking my warmth.

By the time I pull up to the clubhouse, I’m wishing she lived further so we could’ve had a longer ride with her delicious body wrapped around me.

Chapter 18

Kourtney

The last time I was here, I paid little attention to anything other than the picnic tables and Ghost’s office. Tiny leads me from the parking lot through a crowd of people sitting around a firepit into the spacious room.

On one side is a large bar behind which two younger guys stand, serving people drinks. On the other are a few pool tables with tall tables and barstools surrounding them. In the middle is a makeshift stage as well as random couches with large tv screens scattered throughout. I’ve never been to another one before, but as far as a motorcycle clubhouse goes, I’d figure they were dirtier. It’s clear that this place is well taken care of and probably professionally cleaned.

Tiny leads me to the bar first, pushing me up against the ledge and caging me in by his arms. He calls for one of the kids to grab him two beers.

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