Page 22 of The Biker's Vow

“Looks like Creed’s busy. Want to keep me company?”

I should tell her to stay the fuck away from me. I learned my lesson with Shiloh the hard way. I need someone or something to take my anger out on, and Angel doesn’t care how rough a brother gets. She knows she’s a filthy little fuck doll that serves one purpose.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You can suck my dick.”

She drops to her knees right here and unzips my jeans, springing my cock free. Wrapping her hand around the base, she gets to work trying to get me hard.

I close my eyes and pretend she’s the woman I let go. My pretty little babydoll with big blue eyes and pouty lips. Angel is her opposite. Blonde with big tits as fake as her hair color.

Her tongue glides up and down my shaft as she pumps her fist around the base and I dig my fingers into the crown of her hair, knowing this is all wrong, but I have nothing left to lose.

At least that’s what I’m thinking until I hear her voice. “I just wanted to give you your keys. Creed is…” Ember cuts off, her voice cracking as a guttural sob rips from her throat as she realizes what’s happening.

Angel doesn’t stop and I don’t push her away. She suctions her hot mouth around me tighter, going for fucking gold.

If this doesn’t seal my fate, nothing will.

The keys clang on the stairs as they hit.

“I hate you,” Ember cries in a strangled whisper, punching me in the back as Creed drags her away.

My dick isn't even hard. Doesn't stop Angel from staying latched to my dick. Bitch is desperate and I hate myself enough to encourage her to keep going.

Chapter Nine

Creed drives me home, but I’m in such a daze of sadness and anger I have no idea what he’s driving me here in. Is it a car or a truck? I couldn’t tell you. Has he tried to talk to me? I have no idea. What I know is that Smoke is everything everyone said he was. A liar and a cheat. If he was tired of me, he didn’t have to give me all the lines about how I need to go off and find myself. What crap.

“Sorry you had to see that,” Creed tells me as he parks in front of the house.

A house I don’t want to walk into.

A bed I don’t want to lay in.

“Why? It wasn’t you this time.”

“Guess I owe you an apology for that night.”

“I’m such an idiot. Fool me twice, shame on me.” I shake my head and knot my fingers together in my lap. “I can’t even be mad at Angel. She’s doing what women like her do.”

“He was trying to push you away.”

“He had no idea I was going to walk in when I did. For all he knew, I was already gone.”

Creed frowns at the steering wheel, unable to meet my eyes because he knows it’s the truth.

“I’m the last guy to give relationship advice.”

“Yeah, you are. So don’t.”

“Ember. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Nah really. Thanks for the lift.”

“Want some company?” There’s a hopeful look in his eyes that’s dangerous. I’m not looking to get burned a second time.

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Rain check?”

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