Page 34 of Bullet

“Kodiak has blow, but I got a little something from Romeo.” The mattress squeaked as she climbed onto my lap, her knees braced along my thighs, and her pussy centered over my flaccid cock.

Scarlett pulled a joint from inside her bra, and I reached into my cut for my lighter. Her red lips pinched the end of the joint while I raked my thumb over the metal wheel of my Zippo, sparked the flint, and brought the flame to the tip.

Paper sizzled, and the pungent scent of good weed wafted from the curl of smoke. She inhaled as I shrugged out of my cut and tossed it to the side. Passing the joint to me, I took a hit, and she lifted the edge of my T-shirt, stripping my chest bare.

My mind mellowed. I tilted my head, and her warm lips sucked along my neck. “You’re going to have to get me there, kitten.”

“I missed this,” she purred, rocking into my groin, trying to stir life into my uninterested dick. Her nails scored my abdominals on her way to the waistband of my jeans. With a tug, she had the buckle of my leather belt loose and the prong sprung open.

Nah, this wasn’t working for me. My dick was still soft. “Get undressed.” I needed her big tits in my face, and the heat of her pussy warming my cock. Not the images of Stormy. Not the way her voice softened with her insecurities and cut like a fucking razor’s edge with attitude. She was a contradiction and sexy as fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlett’s voice lowered, keeping the question as private as possible with Kodiak’s moans filling the air and Skye gagging on his cock. Scarlett ripped her shirt over her head.

“I got a lot of shit on my mind.” And it all centered on the one woman who was in the chapel with my former prospect. I trusted Steele. Like Kodiak,after my time double crossing the Crawlers, he’d become my brother.

But I didn’t want him touching Stormy. I wanted those big brown eyes to stare up at me and her tight body underneath me. Small breasts and hard nipples.

Scarlett stilled while still touching me. “What’s going on, Bullet?”

“Fuck.” I was distracted with my head still in the chapel wondering if Steele had his hands on her. I’d barely touched her, but her skin was like silk under my fingertips.

“Do you want to do a line?”

“Fuck, no. You know I don’t.” I’d done enough blow in my life to never want it again. Fuck feeling amped when I could float on the mellow intoxication of Romeo’s weed. Leaning back on one arm, I drew in a long pull from the joint, held it in my lungs, leaned my head back, and waited for the euphoric high to hit my bloodstream.

The bed dipped, and Skye crawled over me and took a hit from the joint. She glanced over her shoulder as Kodiak snorted a line of coke off her ass, then licked the residue.

Scarlett stared at Kodiak and licked her lips.

“Are you riding the rails with your sister and Kodiak or getting high with me?” I asked.

Kodiak was a former Crawler, but he wasn’t a snowblower, strictly rec use. Gray area with the MC’s current bylaws. I’d have a conversation with him tomorrow. But Skye was young, still wanted to play hard, and she didn’t know how to say no. I wasn’ttaking on another snow bunny. Coke inevitably led to the cartels. Fuck that shit. Never again.

Skye braced on her bent elbows, her mouth a breath from mine, and her ass in the air. Kodiak stood at the edge of the bed. I stared into her blown eyes. Her mouth opened, and a ragged wail ripped from her throat. Her tits bounced and jiggled as Kodiak fucked her from behind.

Scarlett took the roach from my finger, inhaled three puffs, then she leaned over to the nightstand, and dropped it into the ashtray.

“I’m with you. But I’m not sure you’re here with me.” She opened her mouth over mine, sucked my tongue then used her teeth on my bottom lip to keep me there. I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and slammed my mouth against hers.

I’d kiss her because the woman in the chapel was too clean for me. I kissed her, grabbed her tit, and rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger. But I was doing a shit job of convincing my dick to get involved.

“Don’t you want to be here with me?” she asked, hovering over me.

I ran my fingers through her long hair. “Ah, kitten, you know you’re my girl.”

Her eyes softened. “Is it her? The girl you brought here.”

I groaned and draped my arm over my face. “It’s complicated.”

Her lips trailed along my neck and down my chest. “She’s pretty. Bristol seems to like her.”

I growled, and her teeth plucked my nipple piercing. I closed my eyes, but all I could see wasStormy with her long legs in a bathtub, and her wide eyes as she climbed onto my bike. My cock kicked, and Scarlett shifted lower, licking along my abdominals.

Scarlett ran her palm along the ladder of my ribs, but I could still feel Stormy’s arms wrapped around me, sliding across my skin as we leaned into a corner, and then gripping me tighter as I accelerated on the bike and her thighs braced my flanks.

Blood surged into my shaft, and my balls grew heavy.

The zipper on my jeans lowered, and my cock stretched against my groin, hard and heavy. Her delicate fingers circled my shaft, but then she squeezed the base, surging pressure into the pulsing head just the way I liked it, and I was reminded that it wasn’t Stormy sliding her pierced tongue along the shaft, but Scarlett.

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