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Stepping closer to Ox, my hand slid into his for support. Immediately, I felt calmer and better protected.

“Yeah. Our Clubs aren’t on the best of terms with those bastards,” Ox revealed. “Plus, one of them has a hard-on for my girl, Kayla. Fucker won’t leave her alone. And if he tries something tonight, I can’t promise you I won’t break his fool neck.”

“I’m sorry, man. I had no idea,” Creed apologized.

I could tell Ox was trying his best to keep his rage under control. My own fear spiked then, when I realized howoutnumbered and vulnerable he was in this situation. Though I never wanted to witness him fighting anyone, I didn’t doubt he could take Ghost, or any of the Watchmen, in a fair fight. But there were at least ten of the bikers here tonight. And Ox, as big as he was, was still human. He wouldn’t be able to take them all.

Like sharks in a too-small tank, the Watchmen began to circle the room and spread out amongst the other bikers. There was no hope of me relaxing and enjoying the evening now. Though I couldn’t see Ghost here, I didn’t doubt he was. The man was a straight up sadist. He’d never miss an opportunity to start something with Ox if he found an opening.

“I didn’t know the Watchmen were on the outs with the Devil’s Riders, Ox,” King said then. “I promise you, you’re a friend of the DiamondBacks and you’re on neutral territory. If they start some shit with you or Kayla, we’ll have Rock and a few of my guys bounce their asses from the property ASAP.”

Ox’s whole body was rigid with anger, but the muscles in his neck eased some when King assured him the Watchmen wouldn’t be allowed to start shit at their Clubhouse.

“Go talk to Rock,” King advised his Road Master then. “Also, tell Minus I’m looking for him.”

“Sure thing, Prez,” Creed said, before cutting through the crowd to where their Club Enforcer was standing.

“Like I said before,” King added, his serious dark eyes meeting Ox’s fiery, blue ones, “Reaper and I go way back. He’s been a friend since before I’d even patched into any Club. Just know that his friendship means a lot to the DiamondBacks and I never forget or overlook loyalty.”

“That’s good to hear,” Ox responded, upending his beer as his gaze surreptitiously shot around the room to wearily shadow the most recent guests.

King flagged down one of the drink girls then. As the nearly naked woman sauntered our way, Ox leaned down and kissedthe top of my head. “Relax and enjoy yourself tonight, Babe. You deserve this after how hard your week was.”

Our eyes met and I softened in his arms. I might not know much, but I knew as long as Ox was with me, I was safe.

Tuning out the bikers around us, I let Ox take control and made an effort to enjoy myself. Unsurprisingly, with the free flowing booze everywhere, it wasn’t long until I let down my guard a little.

The DiamondBacks were excellent hosts. They kept the party going and the liquor flowing. The music wasn’t just heavy metal, either. Soon, dancier mixes were introduced and the crowd in the room, more than half in the bag from drinking to excess, began to turn the room into one big dance floor.

Men and women around us began to let loose. Women, shucking their clothes because all the bodies had made the Clubhouse excessively warm, began to grind on the men and each other. It was actually quite hedonistic and incredibly stimulating.

When one of my favorite songs came on, I beamed up at Ox. “I love this song!”

The enormous man leaned down to my ear and said, “Oh yeah? You want to show me how much? Why don’t you dance for me, Babe?” Cupping my head, he tongued my earlobe and gave it a quick nip before straightening to his full, impressive height.

I had a good buzz on, and the man drove me absolutely wild, so he didn’t have to ask me twice to rub up against his mountainous physique. Swaying in time with the music, I turned so my back was against his front. I was no professional, but I had fairly good muscle control and rhythm. Slowly, I began to grind on Ox while the base thumped in the background.

I could feel exactly how much that turned him on, as the steel rod in his jeans expanded quite impressively to life. Hands wrapped around my waist, Ox let me control the pace, but hisgrip grew tighter each time I swiveled my hips and rubbed my ass against his stiff cock.

“Fuck me, Kayla,” he growled against my neck as he snagged his fingers in my hair and chained his free arm around my waist. “You’re making it really hard to forget what happened in your kitchen the other night.”

Turning around so I was facing him now, I replied, “I don’t want you to forget, Ox. I want you to remember and finish what you started.”

Ox was all man. But he had a teddy bear side of him that made him especially charming. However, right now, the look in his eye was definitively animalistic. Predatory even. And I couldn’t help but flush, and the place between my legs to tighten with excitement, over the thought of being hunted by him. By being taken down and ravished by the biker like some wild beast in the woods.

Our mouths smashed together and our tongues wildly sparred. His hands grabbed my ass and slammed it into his steely erection. Needing to feel him, my fingers slipped between our two bodies and stroked his length with nothing short of sexual desperation. I wanted this man inside of me right now so badly it hurt.

Not caring who saw us, we undulated and writhed against each other with reckless abandon. Taking it up a notch, Ox lifted me in his arms, propped me against the wall, and began thrusting his hips against my pussy, causing it to gush in preparation for the real thing. Which, I hadn’t seen yet, but could tell was as oversized as the man himself.

“I can’t wait to get inside this tight little cunt of yours,” Ox narrated darkly, his forehead pressed against mine as his lips moved down my throat.

I was so lust drunk, I would have let this man strip me naked in front of all these people and ravish me right here on thedance floor without a single protest. Luckily, Ox had retained some of his presence of mind and decided we needed to take this somewhere more private.

“I’m taking you home,” Ox growled, lifting me off of the wall and easily tossing me over his shoulder.

Slapping me hard on the ass, he carried me past Creed who said, “Leaving so soon, Big Guy?”

“My girl needs me,” Ox returned, kneading the place where he’d just spanked which sent a thrill of delight straight to my naughty bits.

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