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Smiling darkly, I continued to feast between her legs. It didn’t take long before she blew, arching her whole body into the air like a tortured marionette. As she screamed her release, her knees boxed my ears and she rode my face like a goddamned rodeo queen.

Panting, her body shook and sweat made her skin shiny and slick. Reaching for my zipper, I began to draw it down, every cell in my body zinging to life. “You ready for me to fuck you nice and hard, Babe?”

Before she could answer, a loud wailing sound screamed to life overhead. Kayla shot up, a look of confusion painted across her beautiful, lust flushed face.

“Come on,” I said, helping her onto her feet and straightening her clothes. As much as I hated to cut short what we’d been doing, I couldn’t ignore a fucking fire alarm. Not even to avoid the major case of blue balls I was about to endure. “Something is wrong. We gotta get out of the building.”

SIX

Kayla

“Something is wrong.We gotta get out of the building,” Ox said, pulling me to my feet and fixing my clothes so I wasn’t a walking billboard sign for incredible sex.

A little bleary-eyed and still absorbing the aftershocks of my mind-altering orgasm, I nodded and followed him toward the front door. The fire trucks were there within minutes, checking over the entire complex. When everything was determined to be safe, we were let back into the building and Ox called his Brother Pipe to see if the computer genius could figure out what had actually happened. To my utter disbelief, the man was able to hack into the city’s internal system and see that an alarm had been tripped from the inside of the apartment complex.

When he got off the phone, Ox told me what he’d learned. Too frazzled to do anything but worry, I asked, “Do you think Ghost got inside somehow and pulled the alarm?”

Ox didn’t bother to sugarcoat his answer. “Could be, but we won’t know without definitive proof.”

I began to involuntarily shake. “It was him, Ox. I know it. It had to be. I’ve lived in this apartment for three years now and we’ve never been evacuated because of a tripped fire alarm before this. That’s not a coincidence.”

The powerful biker strode over to where I was standing and braced his bear-like palms on my shoulders. “We don’t know that, Kayla. What we do know is that I’m here and you’re safe. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m around. You got that!”

Ox had said this same statement to me before. But I needed to hear it now just as much as I did then. Maybe even more.

Ox got another call from his Club after that and I went into the living room to give him some space. Taking a seat on the couch, I turned on the TV to get my mind off of Ghost and the possibility that he’d been so close. At some point, I must have dozed off after my adrenaline spike wore off. When I awoke, I was being lifted into warm, strong arms and carried somewhere.

It seemed like as soon as he set me into my bed, I fell back asleep. The next morning, I was groggy and tired despite how long I’d slept the night before. While getting ready for work, I drank an extra coffee to boost my energy. Because the weather had dropped and he didn’t want me to “catch a chill” riding on the back of his bike, Ox drove me in my car.

As soon as I walked into the restaurant, I could see things were pretty much dead. And, about two hours into my shift, my boss decided to cut one of us loose. I drew the short straw and was told to go home early.

Knowing Ox was off taking care of Club business, I really didn’t want to disturb him. As I completed my side work, I thought through my options. Not wanting to go back to my apartment, as I felt so vulnerable there, I decided to do some last minute Christmas shopping for my parents.

I had a moment of hesitation, but concluded there was no way Ghost could know about this totally spontaneous decision of mine. Besides, after the tripped fire alarm, I was probably safer in a public place than my own home at this point.

Ordering an Uber, I went to the mall and started to peruse what to get my parents for Christmas. They were both notoriously difficult to shop for, as they always claimed “they didn’t need anything at this stage of their life”.

My dad was a hunter, so I was looking through some racks of camo sweaters to find one in his size. As I sifted through the smalls, which seemed to be the only size left on this freaking rack, my mind drifted to what happened with Ox last night.

The memory alone gave me goosebumps and flushed my cheeks. Everything the man did was hot. From the way he looked, all bad-ass, tattooed biker, to the way he treated me like a queen. I’d never felt so safe, and turned on, in my life.

And the way he’d propped me up on the counter and talked dirty to me! I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it now. However, I wasn’t sure if the moment had had the same impact on Ox as it had on me. I mean, how could it? He probably saw me as just another lay. A way to pass the time until he went back to his Club and the women that entertained him there.

I wasn’t a fool. Maddy, who was dating Ox’s Club Brother German, had told me all about the women at the Club. About how they’d do everything, and I do mean everything, for the Brothers who lived there. One in particular had even tried to poach German. Luckily, Maddy’s man was loyal and wanted nothing to do with those types of women. All he cared about was Maddy.

But Ox and I were another story. We weren’t dating. I was no one to him. And, as much as I’d enjoyed what had nearly happened spread-eagled on my worn countertop, I needed toget the fantasy of us being together out of my head before I set myself up for major disappointment.

Not finding my father’s hoodie size, I moved on to another store to look for something for my mother. As I passed a coffee stand, I decided to grab myself a cup to enjoy while I shopped. Once in line, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. My skin began to prick with the innate fear we’re all born with, but have buried deep down in the most primitive place in our brains, to recognize danger before it was too late.

Glancing around, my eyes darted back and forth, searching for the source of my concern. Not seeing anything tangible, I decided I must still be anxious from last night.

“Can I help you?” the young barista asked me then, dragging me out of my thoughts.

Turning forward, I cleared my throat and placed my order. However, as I spoke, I couldn’t banish the sense that I was still being watched.

Ox

Corinth,California

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