Page 88 of His Old Lady

When she raised her leg and rubbed it against the outside of his thigh, he pulled out of the kiss and gazed at the heated dazed look in her eyes. "We need to get out of here."

She nodded, reaching for his hand and straightening her shirt. Her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. Thankful he lived close to the clubhouse, or he wasn't going to make it all the way home without stopping and taking her on the side of the road.

Tracy stepped in front of their escape. "I forgot to ask if you want to come over Friday night? Rick told me Curley gave you the night off, and since he's going to be out of town, you can come over to our house."

"I..." Faye looked at him.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. Highly aroused, she couldn't put two words together to answer Tracy.

Giving Faye a break, he said, "Sure, she'll come. Call her this week, and you can talk."

Tracy curiously looked from him to Faye, then gave him a cheesy smile. "Sounds like a plan. You two enjoy the rest of the day."

He looped his arm around Faye and took her outside to his Harley. Leaning down, he whispered, "Feel free to rub those tits on my back on the way home."

She nodded without blinking. He chuckled and sat the bike, holding his hand out for her to grasp to help her climb on.

Less than five minutes later, he was walking her in the house. She pulled him toward the bedroom, already kicking off her shoes.

He stopped her from going deeper into the house. "Come with me."

She hurried to keep up with him as he took her out the back door. Her comment about having sex at the clubhouse in front of everyone had surprised him. It appeared there were things about his old lady that he had yet to find out.

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