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I turned, and Diesel stood there, watching us, the large outline of his dick pressing mercilessly against his jeans. He sat in the chair and kicked his feet up on the table.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean . . .”

“Don’t be sorry, G. You did nothing wrong.” He stared at Trixie. “Trixie’s just trying to find out who killed her sister. No big deal.”

“You going to just sit there or join us.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “You okay with that?”

“Come here, baby,” I said.

Diesel stood and crossed the room, stopping next to me. “You sure about this, G?” Diesel smiled. He wanted every bit of this.

“Think you can drop your jeans for me?”

Diesel unfastened his jeans, and in seconds he stood next to me naked, his dick hard, inches from my mouth. I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening in my head, but the club life was not going in the direction I’d thought it would. Trixie had been wrong about Skittles, Wnedy, Carmen, and me. For the first time in my life, I was naked with another woman. I could deny the eroticism, the carnal temptation, the exquisite scent of the woman beneath me.

I took Diesel into my mouth and sucked. I raised my head, and when I did, Trixie’s fingers found their way between us. She meticulously stroked my clit, the arousal shaking my core. I pressed against her, and we rocked together.

Trixie moaned and closed her eyes. I moved back and slid a finger inside her wet hole. Though she’d not come, the creamy lather between her less indicated she was about to. Her fingers moved a little harder and faster, imploring me to do the same. I did, and as I did so, I stroked Diesel’s cock as my tongue toyed with his head.

When I felt Diesel’s cock pulsing, ready to explode, I removed him from my mouth but continued to stroke. Trixie shuddered and opened her eyes, Diesel’s stream of hot jizz splashing her face and hair.

I leaned forward and drove my hips down, fucking Trixie’s fingers. I came with a creamy splash that coated Trixie’s already slick pussy. I collapsed atop her, releasing Diesel’s dick, my face sliding next to Trixie’s come-covered cheek.

“We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Diesel said as he walked to the bathroom. He winked before closing the bathroom door. I heard the shower start and rolled away from Trixie, the two of us staring up at the ceiling.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked.

Trixie turned onto her side. “You fucked a girl, and you liked it. Didn’t you?”

I nodded. “I need to get Diesel to Boston.” I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me.

I heard Trixie light a cigarette and open the door. A cool breeze entered the room, and I glanced at Trixie.

“What did Diesel mean about your sister?”

Trixie blew a stream of gray smoke toward the van. She told me what had happened, leaving me wondering about Diesel and the voices. I didn’t think he’d intentionally hurt a woman, but I also knew he had a hard time not obeying the voices in his head.

“I believe him,” I said.

“Good for you. Still doesn’t tell me who killed my sister.” She flicked the cigarette outside and closed the door. She crawled into bed and moved against me, her pussy against my ass. I didn’t want her there. That space belonged to Diesel. I fell asleep with Trixie’s arm around my waist and the thought I’d made a terrible mistake. I was doing things I’d always said I’d never do. I thought about Charles. I thought about going back to Arkansas.

10

Diesel

I woke to a rumble of bikes entering the parking lot. Trixie, naked, tits nicely rounded, nipples perky, slept to my left. Gigi lay sleeping to my right, one leg over mine, her hand resting on my chest.

I knew Trixie still thought I was responsible for her sister’s death. It wasn’t true. The more I thought about the day I left the hotel, her sister still alive in the room, I remembered seeing a bike across the street. I didn’t think much of it at the time. It could have belonged to the Brothers or even another club.

A heavy hand landed on the door, and the door opened. Beast stood there with a key in his hand, Skittles looking over his shoulder. Brainiac stood behind her, and I caught a glimpse of Wendy behind Brainiac—no need to make excuses for what they saw.

Gigi sat up. “Well, shit!”

The room filled, and Beast sat at the table. Skittles and Wendy stood with arms crossed. Brainiac couldn’t keep his eyes off the pussy next to me.

“It’s not what you think,” I said, crawling over Gigi. I pulled on clothes, and Trixie and Gigi did the same.

Beast tossed Brainiac a set of keys. “Put the bikes in the trailer.” Brainiac left, and Beast handed me the Glock sitting on the table. “You fuck that place up last night that I heard on the news?”

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