Page 45 of Ox

Kayla stood on her tip-toes and whispered back, “Who said you can’t fuck me tonight?”

My inner beast rose to the surface and let out an epic growl. “You think you can say something like that to me and not get tossed on your back, Baby?”

Kayla’s hand slid between our two bodies and she rubbed the heel of it against my throbbing cock. “Is that a promise, Ox?”

I knew she must be sore with how rough and often I’d used her last night. But the way she was looking at me now, with those cherry red lips made for sucking my cock, I could barely contain my rampant lust.

“Careful, Babe, or else I’ll think you want to get fucked in front of a room full of hardcore bikers. And don’t think I won’t do it. If you push me, I’ll show each and every one of these assholes who this tight little pussy belongs to with a personal demonstration.”

Kayla swallowed slowly. The way her gaze became hooded and heavy told me that, although she was frightened by my words, they had also turned her on in ways she didn’t expect. Did that mean my girl had a bit of a voyeuristic streak in her? I guess I was going to have to push all her buttons tonight to find out.

“You ready to head over to Skids, Ox?” Hatchet called out to me then, Melany nestled into the crook of his arm.

The woman tossed me a shit-eating grin, letting me know that she’d been responsible for Kayla’s outrageous outfit and my animalistic response. I’d have to thank her for that later on. I’d also be asking for the name of the store she’d purchased these clothes at. When we had some time in the near future, I was going to take Kayla there myself. Pick out some more of those corset tops that made her tits look out of this world.

I gave a quick head nod, and said, “Yeah. We’re ready.”

As I spoke, I caught Carmen’s gaze. Having no shame, the woman took her blonde friend’s hand, smiled at me with mischief in her eyes, then strolled toward the front door with the rest of the Mavericks.

Fuck. That cocky look couldn’t bode well for me. I’d have to tell Melany to look out for Carmen and her minions tonight. And, despite hating the idea of telling Kayla about the brashwoman, it didn’t look like I was going to have much of a choice. Carmen had that look about her. The one that said she was about to do something equal parts fucked-up and crazy. And I wasn’t about to send Kayla into a biker bar without at least mentioning the need to stay away from the Club girl and her brat-pack friends.

Kayla

When you hearthe words “biker bar” you know the place is going to be nothing short of rough. However, I was unprepared for exactly how rough Skids would truly be until I stepped inside of it.

It was clear that these men were a law unto themselves. In fact, I’m pretty sure, despite how violent the place got, the cops never came here. Because, no matter what shit went down, bikers handled their own business. No exceptions. Ever.

As Ox and I hopped out of his truck, he took me by the hand and said, “Don’t leave my side while you’re here. You got me, Babe?”

I had no intention of doing any such thing. Especially after we entered the bar and there was a biker, pants around his ankles, slamming away into a woman who was bent over a chair in the corner of the room, moaning like a porn star. Note to self: don’t touch anything in this joint and stand all night long.

Ox spied the couple and shook his head. “You sure you want to drink here tonight, Kayla? If you don’t, we can leave.”

Smiling big, I shook my head in return. “Nope. You forget, I’ve been to many college parties over the last three years. I’veseen my fair share of,” I paused to think how best to pose it, “PDA. I won’t be scared away that easily.”

Ox’s brow furrowed. Grabbing my chin between his forefinger and thumb, he said, “If anyone messes with you, I won’t hesitate to fucking end them. You got that, Babe?”

I would have laughed at his over the top statement, but I realized, with as serious as his steady-blue gaze was now, he wasn’t joking. Ox meant it. And I’m ashamed to say, my pussy immediately became drenched at his overprotective response.

“I know you would, Ox,” I returned, my lust creeping into my words as the heat tickled every nerve ending in my body.

Without warning, Ox’s mouth crashed into mine. The world melted away and all I could hear, taste, and smell, was him. My hands wrapped around his neck and I leaned into his giant frame. Grinding my hips into his, I felt the tell-tale bulge slide across my dripping pussy. I don’t know what kind of magic he was working on me, but this man lit my inner fire each and every time we touched. Hell, half the time we didn’t even have to do that much. Just being in his presence was enough to bring on a full body blush and my core to turn to liquid heat.

Ox pulled back and took my hand. “We stay for an hour and then I’m taking you back to the cabin,” he warned, the unspoken promise of what we’d do when we got there burning in his icy-blue stare. “Stay away from the other patrons and the Club girls. Stick with me and Melany all night. You got it?”

He’d told me as much in the car when we’d driven over here. Ox had mentioned some vague things about Club girls being bitchy and petty, and not to associate with them. I took that to mean he’d bedded most of them and knew they’d resent me for having something more solid. Though what that was, even I wasn’t sure of yet.

As we walked over to the bar, I could feel a half-dozen sets of eyes following me. And they weren’t being subtle about it. I’mnot sure if it was because they were surprised to see Ox with a woman he was acting possessive over, or because they “liked” my outfit. Either way, they were definitely looking their fill.

“What do you want to drink, Babe?” Ox asked, as we sidled up to the bar.

What did one drink while in a biker bar? I felt like the girly cocktails and fruity drinks I usually ordered would be laughed at around here.

“What are you having?” I asked, taking the temperature of the room before deciding.

“Just beer. I’m driving us home later, so I’m going to take it easy tonight,” he explained.

“I’ll have that, too. Whatever kind you’re having,” I nervously added.

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