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Not able to hide my grin, I said, “Very good.”

And it was the truth. I felt as light as a feather, right about now. Absolutely weightless.

“Wait until you stand up,” he teased, grabbing my ass and hauling me in toward his wide chest. “You’re going to be sore in a few minutes.”

“You’re awfully full of yourself, Sir,” I teased, brushing my nose against his.

“Babe, I felt how tight your pussy stretched when I fucked you. No matter how wet you are, you’re going to feel that in the morning.”

He wasn’t wrong. The longer we lay here, the more tender I was growing. “I guess we’re just going to have to sit here all night then,” I reasoned with a smirk.

“No way,” Ox returned, taking my hand and pulling me upright. “I was promised peanut butter pie, and that’s what I’m getting!”

TEN

Ox

I gota call early that next morning from Hawk, my VP. He needed me to stop in at a local MC to troubleshoot a supply chain issue we were having with some of the ammunition we were trafficking over the Canadian border.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, Kayla was out of bed and taking a shower. I’d wanted to wake her up by eating out her pussy and then stretching her wide with my cock, but I’d lost the opportunity. Which, to be fair to her tight hole, was probably for the best. Lord knows I’d used it all night long until the woman fell, in exhaustion, into a deep sleep.

Sore pussy or not, we were going to have to check off some of those fantasies I’d been having since meeting the woman. Up against the deck railing was definitely on the top of my to do list.

When Kayla came out of the bathroom, she was wrapped in a towel looking as beautiful as ever. “You up for a ride, Babe?” I asked, not liking the idea of leaving her behind in the woods by herself.

She quickly nodded. “Where to?”

“I gotta stop in at a local Club called the Mavericks. They got a chapter a couple hours’ ride from here and I need to talk to their Prez about something.”

Smiling big, Kayla said, “Let me just get dressed and I can be ready in twenty minutes.”

Damn, I loved a low maintenance girl who could go from the shower to the front door so quickly. “Sounds good. I’m just going to hop in the shower first.”

As much as I loved the smell of her pussy, I didn’t need the Mavericks smelling it on me. Bikers, although my people through and through, were a feral crew. Once they got a good look at my girl, like me, they’d definitely want more. And I’d have to kill any son of a bitch who was dumb enough to step in her direction.

Since it was past noon by the time we got on the road, we pulled through a drive thru for something to eat and some much needed caffeine. After last night’s marathon sexcapades, I was definitely going to have to fuel up. Especially since I planned on having another session as soon as we returned to the cabin.

After talking to Hawk this morning, we’d decided that it was best to stay at the cabin another night. There was no rush to get back to Nevada, and I wasn’t sure yet how long my business with the Mavericks would take to resolve. Besides, being alone with Kayla wasn’t exactly a hardship. If I had it my way, we’d stay the rest of the week until her pussy was so sore she begged for a break!

The closer we got to the Mavericks’ Clubhouse, the more nervous Kayla seemed to grow. “You know you’re safe with me, right, Babe?”

A look of guilt flashed across my girl’s beautiful face. “Of course. I just,” she paused, appearing conflicted about how to finish her statement.

“What is it? You can ask me whatever you want to know,” I told her, hoping to ease her obvious fears.

She shrugged. “Besides that party at the DiamondBacks’, I know nothing about Club life. I’m not sure how to act around bikers that aren’t, well, you,” she confessed.

I chuckled. “Babe, we’ve talked about this. It’s not like they’re royalty or anything. The rules are simple. Don’t talk to any guys without me. Don’t tell them anything about why you’re riding with me unless I give you the go-ahead to do it. Other than that, it’s pretty straightforward.”

Kayla bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Am I dressed okay?”

“I have no complaints,” I told her, heat smoldering in my eyes as I thought about all those beautiful curves I’d explored last night.

I sighed internally when my eyes roved over her buxom figure. This woman would surely be the death of me. She looked phenomenal and twice as edible as last night’s dessert. And that was some seriously delicious pie! Her lush curves couldn’t be hidden under that turtleneck sweater, and those leggings hugged her so snugly I could practically make out the shape of her perfect pussy. The Mavericks were going to want to know who she was to me, and if they could have a taste. She might not truly be my Old Lady, but I realized that it was only a matter of time before she was. As soon as this Ghost issue was cleared up, I’d claim her. Until then, I was going to guard her like a dog and his favorite bone.

We pulled into the Mavericks’ Clubhouse at half past one. The guard at the front station, a Prospect who looked bored as shit, greeted us and patched us through. As soon as we parked, the Mavericks’ Prez came out to greet us.

“How’s it going, Ox?” Hatchet called out, eyeing Kayla with interest as she hopped out of the lifted truck.

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