Page 54 of Loco

Millie shivered. “This is the worst part of having sex.”

“The mess?” I moved to get up with the intention of getting a cloth to clean her up.

“No. When your cock gets soft and shrinks from being inside me.”

She gave me a sad little face that I found cute as fuck. I hesitated and waited for her to continue.

“Means it’s over.”

I glanced between her legs to see the combined juices of our orgasm making its way to the bed. Not a mess. The sight was a fucking turn on. Shit. I’d never fucked a woman bare before, but after seeing this, I planned to fuck Millie bare all the time. Skin against skin added an erotic element to fucking that I didn’t want to give up. As more of my seed escaped between her legs, I put my hand there and pushed it back into her body.

“Not over, baby. I can’t get enough of you, and seeing my seed coming out of your body makes me want to put more in there.” My dick was already turning hard with the thought. Her eyes fell there and she licked her lips. I groaned, and turned to go to the bathroom. “Be right back.”

“Take your time,” she murmured lazily.

Grinning, I went to the bathroom, cleaned my dick off, and wet a wash cloth for her. By the time I’d made it back to the bedroom, Millie had dozed off. Her naked body looked so fucking tempting splayed out on top of my covers; her arm thrown across her body just beneath those luscious tits; her legs slightly spread, as if cooling the heat between them; all that glorious wild hair spread out around her. Damn, she was a sight. I’d had thoughts of cleaning her off and fucking her all over again, and would have if my phone hadn’t buzzed with a text. I set the damp cloth down and searched for my pants, digging my phone out.

I glanced down to see a text from Cole.found him

Jesus, that was fast, considering that we’d been looking for Russ since the little prick had shown his face in Grinders and approached Millie. I texted back,on my way

I slipped into my clothes and cut and glanced back at Millie before I left the room. I was doing this for her, using trouble against the club as an excuse. My brothers weren’t stupid. We could have dealt with Russ in some other, less final way, but I didn’t want Millie to have to spend another fucking minute worrying about him and his gang. If the club squawked about the money he owed us, I’d give it to them myself.

I made my way out to the main room of the clubhouse. Cole, Snake, and Happy were waiting for me.

“That was fucking fast,” I said, joining them.

“Apparently we weren’t the only ones looking for him,” Cole quipped as we all headed toward the door.

That didn’t surprise me. I didn’t ask who, because I didn’t give a fuck.

All I cared about was Millie.

Chapter 25

Millie

Once again, I awoke to an empty bed. Loco was going to have to learn to at least say goodbye to me before he took off. I deserved that much. I stretched and rolled from the bed with a smile on my face, thinking about how good the sex had been between us.Allof it. I was a little sore, but it was a good kind of ache. I knew that good sex didn’t equate to love, but it went a long way toward something good. I also knew that I’d probably get there a lot faster than him.

I gathered up my clothes and decided to get a quick shower before putting them on, and headed for the bathroom. It was extremely small, but had a pedestal sink, toilet, and a tiny shower. I set my clothes down on the edge of the sink and began to look for a clean towel. There was a shelf over the sink, but it wasn’t very big and was meant for toiletries and such. The towel bar over the toilet was empty, and I didn’t find a closet. But there was a small wicker cabinet wedged into a corner next to the shower, so it made sense that I would find the towels there.

I pulled out one drawer, but it only held toilet paper and boxes of condoms. Wow. Loco must have taken out stock in the company because there had to be at least twenty boxes there. Different colors and brands, but all the same size. At least he’d practiced safe sex.

I moved on to drawer number two, slid it open, and then froze. All I could do was stare down at the colorful display of women’s panties and thongs, and by the look and smell that was wafting off of them, they’d been worn and not washed. I remembered then that I’d lost my own pair of panties, though they hadn’t been half as sexy as the ones that I was looking at now.

Was this Loco’s trophy drawer? It had to be. Did he handle them, touch them, recall each woman that they belonged to? God, did he hold them up to his nose when he masturbated? I suddenly felt sick, and hurt beyond belief. Were mine in there? One thing I knew for sure was that I was about to go through them to find out. And if my pantieswerein there, why weren’t they on the top?

Was this all a game to him? Maybe he was in a race with some of his brothers to see who could collect the most panties the fastest. I tried to put a stop to the thoughts that were racing in my head, but once they started it was like an old-fashioned movie reel spinning out of control, faster and faster. Other negative thoughts soon began to take shape, and with them the realization that Loco was an admitted man-whore.

I shook my head and made the decision to get out of there. I needed to distance myself from what I’d seen and I needed to think. I dressed quickly, and just as I was about to leave the bathroom I turned back to the cabinet. I stared at it for a minute, biting the inside of my cheek. Decision made, I went back to it and yanked the drawer out completely. Then I went back into the bedroom and dumped the whole thing in the middle of Loco’s bed. It would be the first thing he’d see when he came back.

The souvenirs of his conquests, and me gone.

Loco

By the time we got to the warehouse where Russ and his gang had been hiding out, they were being held by some of the members of the Vegas Watchdogs, a club that we were friends with. I wondered what the VWs wanted with Russ.

The industrial park had been abandoned for years. The warehouse was located in the back. The windows had long ago been broken out by vandals or the homeless looking for a place to sleep. There were about six bikes parked near the entrance, and I could see one of their prospects manning the entry door. We parked close and once the noise from our bikes had died down, the stark silence of the area was noticeable.

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