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He comes around and kisses my cheek. When the door closes, I choke back the tears, but self-pity is stronger. With my bedroom door closed, back against it, I release my emotions. I want to be someone’s wife. I want to be there for them. Love someone and have them love me back. My face burrows into the pillow, wondering if this is punishment for my sins. For leaving Ms. Adeline and living with Christoff and now Cade. For going to the club. Maybe I’m not as good as I thought. Exhausted from crying, I fall asleep for the rest of the night.

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“When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we sleep, we do not sin, we go to heaven. So, let’s get drunk and go to heaven.” Irish Toast

Cade - November 2019

It’s a club weekend getaway. Sky has said little over the weeks, ever since Gunner stopped by, and he hasn’t been back. I haven’t asked her about it because I don’t want to know. More information, more drama. I’ve spent most of my time at the distillery or in my home office. Seth’s order still bothers me. I sent out a few prospects to gather information on the Devil’s Warriors, but so far, it’s been silent.

This is a well-deserved weekend away with friends, family, drinking, and fucking. I pack my truck with essentials for the cabin and call Armstrong. He jumps into the passenger’s seat, saliva dripping on the console. Before Sky left for work, I made sure she had her key and remembered the code. I shopped for food, so she has plenty to eat.

On a steady cruise, I have the windows down even though the temperatures are low, and snow has arrived. Reed is bringing the snowmobiles hitched to his RV.

We’ve been to this camping area near the lake. There are individual cabins to rent. You can also park RVs or stay in a nearby bunkhouse. The place offers plenty of activities, such as fishing, swimming, snowmobiling, and hikes in the summer andwinter for my brothers and their families. It’s not even afternoon when I settle into the one-bedroom cabin. Squeezed into it is a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and sports a fireplace.

Standing outside on the porch, I lean against a wood pillar to watch Armstrong chase other dogs. The sun reflects off a good foot of snow, and more is coming tonight. We could use it for snowmobiling. Several club members are here, and unattached women roam around for whatever they can get their hands on. A woman with straight dark hair approaches. Her curious hazel eyes assess me.

“Hey handsome.”

I let out a weak laugh. “Hey yourself.”

Her long nails run along my sweater as she asks, “Got anything to drink?”

“Who you here with?”

“Tabasco. As a friend of the club.”

I nod my head toward the cabin. She enters, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, inspecting the room. Her tight pants show off her round ass. Her shoes make her more fuckable than useful in this weather.

“Nice place.”

I grab beers from the fridge and hand her one.

She stares at me, running her tongue along her upper lip, and then clucks. “A quiet one. I like that. It adds mystery.”

My head drops back, rolling my eyes at her comment. Who cares? I’m horny and ready.

My voice reverberates through the cabin. “Take off your clothes.”

For a moment, she hesitates, and then removes her coat. “No introductions?”

I shake my head, arms folded in front of me. Soon she’s standing in a bra and thong, her lips and tongue moving along the beer bottle. I unzip my jeans, pull my cock out, and tell herto get on her knees. She doesn’t waste time. Her tongue runs along my thick vein until she takes the tip in her mouth. I inhale sharply. The sensation is one I haven’t experienced in a while. One of her hands massages my balls while the other pumps the base of my cock. My hands wrap around her head like a football as I thrust in deep. Her eyes water and she gags, but it makes me want more. I pull out and thrust back in, hitting the back of her throat. Her moans have me gasping while tears run down her face. It doesn’t take long before I come, holding her in place to take every drop.

When I release her head, she coughs, and spittle and cum drip from her lips. She wipes it up and sticks it in her mouth. Her eyes beg for more as she smiles up at me, sucking on her finger. I’m still hard, so I tell her to bend over the couch. I roll on a condom, tear her thong off, and thrust into her. She lets out a cry and then groans as I fuck her hard. With one hand on her hip, the other yanking her head back by the hair, I bury myself balls deep. I pick up speed. The slapping of skin echoes in the room. Our breaths are ragged. Her muscles tense around my dick before she screams, and my release follows not long after. I ease out, hands resting on the back of the couch, trying to catch my breath. She struggles to stand.

Her hand runs down my bicep. “That cock of yours is beautiful. You can fuck me anytime.”

I turn to her, eyes narrow, and say, “This was a one-time deal. But thanks.”

I toss the condom in the garbage, zip up, and take a swig of my beer. She pouts while putting on her clothes. She’s about to sit down, so I place the beer in her hand, shove her coat into her arms, and open the door.

“You’re kidding, right? You fuck me and that’s it?”

I point to her beer. “You got what you came for,” emphasizing came. “Have a good day.” The door closes as she stands speechless.

These women come here for this exact reason, to party and fuck around. They also want to become someone’s Old Lady. I’m not the talkative, cuddle type, so no point in pretending.

The next morning, I check the gas tank on the snowmobile and head out into the woods. I’m zigzagging through the trees. My speed throws around the fresh snow. A couple of other members are riding too. We cheer together, stop to catch a breath and drink, and resume. I’m near the campsite when Reed comes flying toward me, turns swiftly to a stop, kicking up snow and debris at me.

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