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He didn’t bother to deny that Viola was his girl. “Don’t know.”

“Wasn’t even worth the trip. Didn’t even get any blood on the wall.” Once I was seated on my bike, I looked across at Bull.

“Didn’t see the piss running down his leg?” Bull grinned.

Shit, I’d missed that!

“If there’s a next time, there’ll be plenty of blood, Brother. I’ll make sure to invite you. You going back to the clubhouse now?”

I gave Bull a nod. “Yeah. Demon’s got us building a walkway and some fancy gazebo for Annabelle’s wedding next month. She wants an oasis in the desert.” I grinned. “Bobbie’s got all kinds of plants and flowers coming in to set it up.”

Bobbie had once been a club girl--not that any of us had gotten the chance to sample her. Once the brothers realized that our prez had it bad for her, we’d kept our hands off until he’d gotten his head out of his ass and claimed her. He’d almost lost her in the process, but she was Demon’s old lady now, and a good fit as the club’s queen.

Bull started his bike. “Well then, see ya around.”

We rode together for a few miles before I gave him a signal and veered off in the direction that would take me out to the desert to my clubhouse. Had some shit to take care of before I picked up Millie later. Once I had her at the club and in my room, I planned to spend another night between her legs.

She was a hot piece of pussy, and I couldn’t wait to get her naked and wet again.

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Millie

I was a little worried about going to Loco’s clubhouse with him, but the bike ride was totally worth it. It was the first time I’d ever ridden a motorcycle. With a quick outline of the rules and some help from Loco, I’d taken a seat behind him, instantly aware of the intimacy of our seating arrangement. My front was plastered to his backside, his ass wedged tightly between my thighs and up against my pussy. The heat between us was undeniable. I was glad that he couldn’t see my face, because I knew I was blushing. To make matters worse, Loco had reached back and curled an arm around my waist to pull me even closer to him. I’d caught my breath against his ear, catching his cocky grin when he’d turned enough for me to see the side of his face. He pulled my arms around him and told me to hug him tight, and then we were off.

I was surprised I hadn’t hugged the life right out of him by the end of our ride. Loco wasn’t reckless, but he did like to ride fast when we were on a long stretch of road. It was exhilarating to be flying down the road beneath a blanket of the star-studded sky with the wind whipping over us! I was so thankful that I’d pinned my hair up, as most of the helmet Loco had insisted I wear protected it from becoming an unruly rat’s nest.

The Desert Rebels clubhouse loomed in the darkness like a bright beacon to show the way. It was huge, isolated, and all lit up. The sounds of a party reached us way before we rode through the guarded gates. As Loco parked, I was amazed at the vibration that I felt beneath my feet from the boom of the music inside.

“Come on, darlin’.”

He helped me remove the helmet and then took me by the hand. I took several deep breaths as we neared the door, my heart pounding with nervousness. The men we met along the way acknowledged Loco with a nod, giving me a once-over as we passed them. I noticed that they were all pretty much dressed alike. There were several women outside, too, smoking and making nice with them. They were dressed kind of sleezy, but who was I to judge?

Stepping inside was like walking into a different world. The atmosphere was hardcore partying, with everything from loud rock music booming through the room to wild dancing, drinking, the smell of weed, and public sex. Some of the girls in the room were almost naked, and the way that they conversed with the men made their identities obvious--they were club girls. As Loco dragged me to the bar, my eyes darted all around me as I tried to take it all in.

“Move asshole.” Loco nudged someone off a stool and I was suddenly lifted up on it before I could draw in a breath.

“That wasn’t very nice,” I scolded him.

He smirked, nodding to one of the people behind the bar. “Two beers,” he ordered. Then he spread my legs with a hand on each thigh and moved in closer to me. “He’s a prospect, they expect that.” He leaned in and I leaned back. A brow arched in response to my move. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I wasn’t sure that anything was wrong other than the fact that I felt out of my element. “This won’t, ah, lead to public sex, will it?” I wasn’t joking. I was surprised my eyes hadn’t fallen out of my head from seeing all of the sex going on in the room, right out in the open.

Loco threw his head back and roared. “A man can hope, can’t he?”

I knew that he wasn’t kidding. Before I could respond to that come back, he slid his hand around the back of my neck and slammed his mouth down on mine. The second his mouth took control, I couldn’t think anymore. I submitted, too eagerly, too hungrily, and I didn’t care. What this man could do with just his mouth alone should have been against the law. He owned me in that moment. I opened to his probing tongue and let him have his way as a sharp but pleasant tingle raced down my spine.

With one hand around my neck holding me captive, his other went to my lower back. He pulled me closer to the edge of the stool and his cock. Wildfire surged through my blood when I felt how hard he was, and I instinctively thrust against him. A deep groan vibrated in his chest, and I felt it more than heard it. The sounds around us began to fade in and out as I gave myself over to this complicated and forceful man.

My nipples hardened and began to tingle and burn. My core released proof of my arousal, wetting my panties. I raised my hands to Loco’s upper arms and clasped them because I was growing dizzy. I could feel his hard cock against my pussy, throbbing so forcefully that I became frightened that I would climax right there in the open. Confused by the power he had over my body, I pushed him away and sucked in air, running my tongue over my swollen lips.

His cocky grin should have infuriated me, and it would have if it hadn’t been for the stamp of arousal on his face, turning it hard and primal. He was just as turned on as I was, and I had a feeling that if I’d been anyone else, he wouldn’t have stopped. I’d caught enough of what was going on around us to know that. I half-expected him to drag me off to somewhere private, but he only reached for his beer.

I did the same, wondering about the tic in his jaw and what he was suddenly thinking. In the blink of an eye something had changed. Whatever it was had turned his expression rigid. Had I done something wrong? Was he sorry that he’d brought me here? Did he expect me to have sex with him in front of all his friends? So many uncertainties filtered through my mind. If he thought that bringing me to his place so I could see what was accepted would mean that I would just go along with everything, then he was going to be disappointed. We’d have to know each other a lot better for me to be that comfortable.

I took a sip of my beer, watching the crowd around us. No one paid us any mind as they were caught up in their own pleasures. Some men were fixated on the dancers grinding on the stripper pole. Some had women on their laps, performing various sex acts. Others were just sitting around talking and laughing. The occupants sitting at one table seemed almost “normal,” for lack of a better word. Several men were sitting with women who were obviously their wives or girlfriends, drinking and enjoying laughs, seemingly oblivious to the debauchery surrounding them.

The women were dressed casually like me, showing some skin, but not indecently so.

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