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And I let her fly. I suck her clit, and her body locks up. She screams in pleasure, her cunt squeezing my fingers tight as my cock leaks pre-cum, wanting to be squeezed instead.

Gently, I suck her clit until her orgasm ebbs away, then slowly remove my fingers. Bringing them to my face, I suck them into my mouth, keeping eye contact with her, making those light brown eyes darken. I grin and slowly kiss up her body. My tongue flicks her sensitive clit, making her gasp, then slowly lick her pubic bone, moving up her stomach to her full tits, sucking on a nipple as I go, then marking her, biting down on her neck, before my mouth meets hers in a hard kiss.

She moans, tasting herself. She weaves her hands behind my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I thrust into her, groaning at how tight she is, her cunt spasming.

She gasps against my lips, squeezing me to her, and I purposely rub the piercings of my cock along her sensitive tissues.

She breaks the kiss and whispers, "That was mean, using my orgasms like that."

I grin wide, then move my hips back, before thrusting forward hard, and I whisper, "I don't give a shit; I love you, my old lady."

Her eyes tear up, and she rasps, "I love you too," then kisses me hard.

I unlink her arms from around my neck, linking my fingers with hers before holding them down on the mat near her head, my hips moving hard and fast.

I smile a little from the memory of two nights ago, my eyes on the picture of Brook on my desk. I'm in my room at the clubhouse, dug in deep with research, trying to help Doc with a psycho bitch when all I can think about right now is how my girl looked in her cut yesterday when I gave it to her, and then fucked her over the kitchen counter while she was only wearing that piece of leather.

Was it a dick move to hold her orgasms to get my own way? Yeah, probably.

Do I give a shit? Fuck no.

Four months, and I've fallen harder for her. She's mine, and I'm hers. I couldn't go any longer without her wearing my cut, showing everyone who she belonged to.

Now, to convince her to move in. It would help if Momma was more welcoming.

I shake my head as I log into the hospital medical records using an encrypted email address so it doesn't get back to me.

Doc, who has been in love with his sister's best friend, Kennedy, since she was sixteen, is being blackmailed by Prue, a woman who worked at our strip club. She's been obsessed with him for years, and because he thought Ken didn't feel the same about him, the fucker went on a few dates with the bitch. When he finally realized Ken felt the same, he took her virginity, and went to tell the stalker to fucking leave him alone, only for her to tell him that she was pregnant, which we don't believe is true. I'm currently trying to disprove it in the hope that Ken will speak to him…and then there's the blackmail bullshit.

When Doc didn't hand Prue his cut, she showed him video evidence of Kennedy burying the body of a man who tried to rape her, a man Doc killed without second thought when he had found out. They both tried to protect each other, and now, the fucker has had to make Prue his old lady because, apparently, she has back up footage. Unfortunately, instead of warning Ken about all the shit that was happening, he claimed Prue as his old lady in front of everyone, and told them that they were expecting a baby.

Ken thought she was the other woman, and well, she fucking left for New York without a backward glance.

My plan is to find the proof the bitch, Prue, isn't pregnant, then find the extra footage. Then we can kill her, preferably slowly, for the bullshit she's caused. After that, hopefully, Doc can win his girl back.

Sighing, I look up her information only to find she's not fucking on there, and my hope builds. I know Doc's struggling without his woman, and the sooner we kill Prue, the sooner he and Ken can try and work things out.

My phone pings, snapping me out of my focus on the monitor, where I'm trying to hack hospitals within a two-hundred-mile radius, while also monitoring the bitch’s phone.

I quickly pick it up, and a smile cracks my face when I see who it's from.

My Angel: I've wrangled Ollie up; we'll be there soon. I love you xx.

I grin wide, putting my phone down. Ollie has too much fucking energy, so I told Peter I'd wear him out on the punching bag for a few hours.

The kid decided to try driving the tractor yesterday, and nearly crashed it. Hopefully, pounding on the bag will help.

Shaking my head, I continue my search, hoping to prove Prue's been lying about being pregnant; getting rid of one problem so I can focus on finding the footage. I'm only ten minutes in when my door opens. I look up, about to curse whoever is brave enough to come in here when I'm working, knowing it won't be Brook just yet, only to freeze at seeing the bitch from my past, the bitch everyone thought I loved because she made Momma happy.

"Baby…" she gasps, her eyes watering up as she rushes toward me.

I stand, my body moving on its own in complete shock, my mind going back twelve years as my mouth refuses to fucking work to shout at the bitch and question what the fuck she's doing back after twelve years, and then the next thing I know, the bitch throws herself at me, placing her lips on mine, making me freeze, my head not catching up.

She moans despite my not kissing her back, gripping my cut, and I snap out of my shock and grip her hips. A gasp echoes in my room, and I push the bitch off me, causing her to fall on her ass, making her scream as she lands with a loud thud. I ignore her, looking toward the door, not seeing anyone.

I look down at Nina.

She scowls, pushing her black hair out of her face as she stumbles to stand in her too-high fucking heels, her mini skirt showing her nasty bare snatch.

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