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My dick had a mind of its own and began rising faster than the tides on a full moon. The sounds of the blonde sloppily sucking off Creed certainly weren’t causing it to go down any time soon. Plus, I hadn’t fucked since last week. Which, for a guy like me, who had access to pussy twenty-four-seven, felt like a goddamned eternity.

Christ, what I wouldn’t give to have Kayla here beside me now. I’d love to finish what we’d started in her kitchen last night. That tight as fuck cunt of hers was all I could think about since I slipped past her sleep shorts and finger-fucked her until she’d detonated around me like a dirty bomb.

My jeans grew so tight at the memory that I thought they might cut off the circulation of my dick. Creed looked over at me and smiled. “You sure Abby can’t help you out with that, Big Guy?”

My dick was rock hard and tenting my pants so aggressively now that Creed could apparently see it from across the room.

“I can’t stay long,” I cryptically stated, draining the remains of my beer before setting it on the glass table between us. “I’m in the middle of some Club business that requires my attention.”

“That’s okay, Abby can make it quick,” Creed insisted, threading his fingers into the second blonde’s hair so he could force her down on his crotch as well. “She sucks cock like a goddamned pro! Why don’t you give her a go and see for yourself?”

The two girls sitting on either side of him began taking turns blowing him fast and hard. At one point, they both greedily licked his shaft and balls like they were fighting over a fleshy lollipop with a delicious cream center.

“I can make it really good for you, Ox,” Abby tempted, her fingers caressing the ridge of my cock outlined along the strained denim.

I was so fucking tempted to let her do it. To drain the stress of the ride from my balls inside of the wet heat of her willing mouth. But, for some reason I couldn’t really explain, I was holding out.

Okay, I knew what the reason was. She was about five-two, had tits that filled my hands just right, and an ass most women dreamed of and most men jacked-off to. Unlike the majority of my adult life, I was going to force myself to wait for something I wanted. As trying as that might be to my cock, it would all be worth it in the end.

The women continued to fight over Creed’s johnson like two strays over a bone. Finally, he moaned and came like a geyser while they willingly lapped up each hot, salty drop. Abby, the Club girl beside me, was breathing hard as she raptly watched her friends get what they wanted. I could feel her staring at my dick, and me, but I ignored the hungry expression on her face as Creed did up his pants.

“Why don’t you ladies go find some of the other guys,” he said with a satisfied smile. “I’m sure they’d enjoy your company as much as I just did.”

I waited for the three women to leave before I spoke. “Club life is as good for you as it is for us, I see.”

Leaning back against the soft leather of the expensive couch, Creed grinned his trademark smile. “Sure is.”

“Seems rather quiet around here,” I noted, wondering where everyone else was. “Your boys on a run down south or something?”

“Some of them are,” Creed answered, not giving much away. “But there are some other Brothers around here, too. The top floor has a bunch of bedrooms where guys can stay permanently or just for the night. You want to meet them?”

“Sure,” I said, hoping that maybe they’d be more willing to talk business than their Roadmaster had been.

Taking out his phone, Creed shot off a few texts. “You want another beer while you wait? Maybe something to eat? I’m starving.”

After what I’d just seen, I’m sure he was. “I could eat.”

“All right then,” Creed said, rubbing his hands together. What are you in the mood for? Thai or Italian. Both restaurants are amazing and deliver.”

I’d never eaten Thai before, but I couldn’t imagine I’d dislike it. I wasn’t a food snob and enjoyed whatever I ate. “Dealer’s choice. I trust your judgment.”

Creed liked the sound of that. “Thai it is. You won’t regret it, Ox. The place is top tier.” Making the call, he began to order a feast while I checked my messages and missed calls.

Just as I was about to text my Prez, my Brother Pipe texted me an alert with an attachment. The text read,“I was able to tap into the security system at Kayla’s apartment and run facial recognition software on everyone coming and going from the complex. He’s there now, man. Call me as soon as you get this.

With mounting rage, I clicked on the attachment and watched as Ghost entered the back entrance of Kayla’s apartment building.

Getting to my feet fast, I startled Creed. “Cancel my order. I gotta go,” I quickly explained, willing myself to stay calm and not run the remaining distance to my bike.

“Are you leaving?” the man asked incredulously. “You just got here, man.”

“I’ll be back soon. Got Club business to handle right now. I’ll call you later,” I absently tossed over my shoulder, finding my way out of the house and over to my bike.

The only thing keeping me sane was knowing my girl was at work, safe, and out of the hands of that fucking psychopath as he broke in to her private sanctuary and did God knows what inside her apartment.

Ghost

The apartment wasquiet and dark. Just how I liked it. The only thing missing was Kayla. She was still at the mall, shopping for Christmas gifts, so I knew my time was limited here. I was going to have to make the most of it while her fucking bodyguard was away and I had the place to myself.

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