Page 45 of Daughters of Chaos

"Hey, where you goin'?" he calls after me.

"Takin' a break," I tell him, "in the storage room . . . " I know there's one thing that would definitely get my mind off an impending biker war. I just need a willing partner.

After Jesse calmed me down and shared his secret nickname with me, I figure he deserves a reward. All the energy I have pent up needs to be released, and I know exactly how I want to do it. I see his eyes turn dark as he yells to the other Son manning the bar, "Hey, takin' a break. You good solo for a few?"

He barely waits for an answer before hurdling through the door behind me. His lips meet mine feverishly as we stumble between shelves to the back wall. We both know the score—this is just sex. Hot, dirty, fast. Just enough to get the blood flowing and distract us from our heavy conversation earlier.

My heart stammers as Jesse licks down my neck, palming my tits and biting my nipples through my shirt. His mouth worships a long line down my body until he meets the top of my jeans.

On his knees, he smolders up at me as his hands cup me through the denim. "Is this what you want, baby?"

I moan as he presses harder against my aching pussy. "Fuck, yes."

He drops my jeans and thong, giving himself access to my needy center. I grip his thick hair as he smiles against my skin. "So fuckin' wet," he coos, sliding a finger between my legs.

Before I can reply, his tongue silences me, diving deep into my weeping folds. I bite my lip to dampen the sounds trying to escape my mouth as Jesse works his tongue and fingers inside me. Over and over, he thrusts, driving me closer to climax. I pull his head closer, tugging his hair hard as I feel my orgasm start to crash over me. I come undone all over him as he laps up every bit of my juices before pulling away, smiling.

But I'm not done yet. I pull him to his feet and claw at the button of his jeans. Faster than lightning, he helps me lower his pants and boxers, freeing his ready cock. I lick my lips as he pulls out a condom from his wallet. The wrapper is quickly discarded, and I roll the rubber over his shaft, impatient for him to be inside me.

Clinging to his rock-hard staff, I pull him to me, releasing a moan as he breaches my soaking pussy. He lifts me, locking my legs around him as he pounds into me, crushing me between his cock and the wall. His thrusts become frenzied as he grunts into my neck. It's fast, hot, and messy—exactly what I need. I feel him swelling inside me as my second orgasm builds.

Close, I'm so close."Mmm. Fuck. So fuckin' good, babe. I'm gonna—"

I squeeze his ass in both hands as I bare down on him, feeling my release explode between us. "Oh God!" I cry as Jesse jolts against me, pumping into me as his orgasm crests.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he pants into my neck as he pulls out.

I dress as Jesse tosses the condom in the trash and tucks himself away, giving me a lopsided smile. "Thanks for that," I tell him.

He huffs out a laugh. "I should thank you. Fuck that was hot."

He plants a kiss on my lips as we head for the door, both still delirious and disheveled. We make our way to the bar as Archie calls out, "The last customer walked out before you two got loud."

Jesse laughs. "Well, they missed one hell of a finale."

"Yeah, it's a good thing Prez didn't decide to stop by."

I let out a chuckle as I turn toward the empty bar. The door swings open, and Reaper stalks inside. He looks rougher than usual, so it isn't any surprise when he eyes me and Jesse with narrowed eyes and shakes his head. "Christ," I hear him mumble under his breath as he takes a seat at the end of the bar.

Jesse watches him as he sits down. "All good, brother?"

"Fine," Reaper seethes.

"Somethin' happen?"

Reaper shakes his head. "Nothin' new." He shoots me a nasty look before shaking his head in disgust.

This fucking guy.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I can't even ride the high from my orgasm before this dick comes in to knock me down. Jealous fucking bastard.

He turns his sneering face to me. "Are you so desperate for cock you can't even wait till after the place is closed to spread your legs?"

Mother. Fucker.

"What? Jealous it wasn't you back there between my legs, Grim?" I sneer.

In the blink of an eye, he stands up, knocking the stool down behind him, seething as he leans over the bar. I watch as his body shakes with fury. This move might have intimidated most people, but I'm too pissed to care. I meet his fury with a blaze of my own, holding my ground behind the bar as I leer back at him.

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