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My core clenched with pleasure at his compliment. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” He groaned, rocking his pulsing erection against my ass. “That doesn’t come close to how you make me feel.”

He was turning me on so much, I could have openly purred with satisfaction. Then Hatchet asked Ox a question about whether or not the Devil’s Riders were going to a local motorcycle rally this spring, and Ox turned his attention back to the man, tucking my head under his chin as he answered.

Nestling back into the warmth of Ox’s chest, I sipped my beer and people-watched as the men talked about upcoming Club events. At some point, more people joined us. Including some of the Club girls. Namely, Carmen and her blonde friend who already seemed sloppy drunk.

Slowly but surely, I noticed that Carmen was working her way around the table, getting closer and closer to Ox and me. By the time we got another round of beers, I realized she was standing directly beside him.

Doing my best to ignore the woman, I slugged down my beer. Because the rounds flowed freely, I felt a pretty strong buzz coming over me and I was determined to not let her ruin it.

Ox must have noticed her none-to-subtle agenda, because he smiled down at me and asked, “You still having a good time, Babe?”

“I am,” I returned in earnest, wiggling closer to his body.

“You keep that up, and I’m going to have to take you back to the cabin early,” he deliciously threatened, his heated gaze a blue, simmering fire.

I liked the sound of that. Apparently, Carmen did not. The woman’s sharp look told me she’d overheard Ox’s sexy words to me and was clearly disgruntled by them.

Suddenly, an idea began to form in my head. You know how they say you shouldn’t eavesdrop or you might hear what othersreally think about you? Well, that was true. And it was also true that you shouldn’t spy on others, in case you saw something you didn’t want to see.

I began to smile inwardly at what I was about to do next. But was I brave enough to carry out my audacious plan? If there was ever a time to be bold, now was it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Carmen was getting desperate for attention. She kept shooting Ox needy, hungry looks as she shamelessly eavesdropped on our conversation. When that didn’t earn her anything, she decided to switch tactics.

“My beer’s all gone,” her blonde friend pouted, her words slurred drunkenly.

“You can have some of mine,” Carmen returned, taking a large sip and pressing her mouth against the blonde’s and transferring the liquid to the other woman as they French kissed.

While I knew this was probably every man’s fantasy come to life, as evidenced by the many men around the room suddenly transfixed by the display, I was less than impressed.

I wiggled my bottom against Ox’s thickening bulge and his eyebrows shot up. “You angling for a spanking or to get fucked, beautiful?” he whispered into my ear.

Looking him directly in the eye, I said, “Do I have to pick just one?”

His eyes went from smoldering to a raging inferno. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, Kayla?” he asked, stroking my cheek. Collaring my neck, he said, “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Summoning my courage, I returned breathily, “I want you and whatever you’re willing to give me, Ox.”

His cock pulsed excitedly beneath my leather clad ass then. “Yeah?” he said, giving my throat a gentle squeeze. “Prove it.”

Feeling Carmen’s angry stare on me only emboldened me further. Standing, I took Ox’s hand and pulled him wordlessly toward the bathrooms. As we cut through the crowds, we garnered attention. The bikers watched us like they could scent our lust in the air and were getting high off it.

Like it was waiting for us, the door to one of the women’s restrooms was ajar and clearly empty. Seizing this unprecedented opportunity, I led Ox inside the dark space and locked the door meaningfully behind us.

TWELVE

Ox

Every nervein my body was on edge and my cock was punching a hole through my jeans like a wild animal angling to get out. As soon as the door locked behind us, I couldn’t keep my hands off my woman.

Growling, I attacked. Lifting Kayla into my arms, I settled her ass down onto the sink. When she spread her legs to permit me entrance, I burrowed between her thighs and began devouring her mouth. My blood was pumping so hard, I felt like I was in flames. Kayla moaned as my tongue speared in and out of her mouth and my hard dick rubbed against the tight bud at her apex.

“You want more?” I baited, wanting to rip her pants down and bury my bone so deep inside her she’d feel me there for a solid week!

“Yes,” she begged, tugging on the hem of my shirt so she could get to my belt.

I chuckled as she desperately tried to unbuckle it but fumbled with the catch. “You want something, Babe?”

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