Page 23 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

"Hm," Deacon says. "Might not be a matter of trust."

"We'll be in touch," I respond, eager to end this experience and get back to the road.

Deacon nods. "Bear and I have the unpleasant task of questioning the bikers that survived the shootout. Two idiots named Troy and Rolf. I'm sure you'll hear all about it at the club meeting."

"See you around, cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Quin," Deacon says.

"Nice to meet you too," Quin says politely, but I can tell she's focused on the woman with the binds and the tape.

"Can we at least know her name?"

"Zayna," he says. "Though it should be Lucifer."

She gives me a dirty look. Quin gestures for her to get closer to her and Zayna listens. If I can't get this woman to listen, at least Quin can get the job done.

"We'll take Lucifer off your hands then."

"Good luck with Ruger."

I grunt disapprovingly. I don't relish the idea of seeing Ruger again. That situation he has with Darlene rubs me the wrong way and it's only a matter of time before it all goes... fucking wrong.

Eleven

Vickie

Las Vegas – 5 years ago

Scrap’s Kitchen

He asks me to “open up” like it’s easy to get this vulnerable in front of a man. I want to squeeze my thighs tighter, but he looks up at me from his position on the ground and I have this strange compulsion to obey him, despite how vulnerable I feel. I should be grateful that he’s far away from my braids and hasn’t come close to discovering my emergency stash of drugs. My thighs spread apart and I tell myself they do it without my permission.

Owen’s hands run slowly over the tops of my thighs as he visibly appreciates the softness, pushing his hands into my flesh and exhaling even slower as he touches me. Just listening to him breathe forces me to slow down. Against my wishes, my breath slows down too and I feel strangely in sync with this stranger.

He gazes between my legs, his eyebrows raising slightly as he examines my lower lips. Owen’s tongue juts out of his mouth slowly and seems to unconsciously run over his lower lips a fewtimes. But he just stares at me for longer than anyone has ever looked at me down there. My self-consciousness gets so intense that I try to slam my legs shut and meet Owen’s palm.

“No,” he says. “I want to see you.”

My legs relax open. He runs his finger over my outer lips. It’s so slow that I can feel his touch on every millimeter of my skin. It’s like hundreds of soft touches at once just from his finger gliding along my outer lips, appreciating my folds and surveying the territory where he threatened to put his mouth. I convince myself that he’ll change his mind, especially when Owen hikes my thighs up onto his shoulders, giving him complete access to both how I look and how I smell after a long shift…

Owen’s tongue darts out of his mouth again.

“Thank you, Ethan,” he whispers. “You were right. This will make me forget every last dollar I lost…”

He kisses his way along my inner thighs and I just look down at him… curious and a little on edge. I don’t know what he’s going to do down there or how it’s going to feel. Light stroking from a man’s finger is one thing but what about his tongue? My heart gets aggressive in my chest, like she’s rattling the bars of her cage. I just want to stuff something between the bars so I don’t even risk giving in to that out of control feeling.

Owen’s tongue reaches out of his mouth for a long, slow lick of my lower lips and the pleasure I feel drives me wild. Instantly. I try to stifle the moan, but I just end up sounding louder than I intended, prompting Owen to spread my lower lips and push his tongue all the way between them, tasting and probing every inch of my inner folds.

Holy shit. Holy shit. I never expected him to do anything like this. His tongue wanders over every inch of my flesh beneathmy thicker outer lips. He moves his tongue around my clit on purpose, teasing the most sensitive part of me by getting close and massaging the surrounding area, but avoiding my clit until my hips buck forward.

He pulls away and kisses my inner thighs.

“Good girl,” Owen whispers. “Just what I wanted.”

When he puts his face between my legs again, he goes straight for my clit.

I explode. My thighs spread open completely and pleasure flows through every inch of me, pulsing from my pussy in powerful waves that feel like they could knock me unconscious. He sucks on my outer lips as I cum, making it harder for me to gain control of my senses. Just when I catch my breath, Owen returns to licking my clit until I cum again.

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