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“Well, I won’t be eating steak again. Now I will just be envisioning your sizzling cervix.” Belle gags.

“Hey, I will have you know that Ghost says my pussy is delicious. He said he could eat it all day,” Star jokes. The doctor’s face tinges pink at her words.

“Shall we play a game?” Josie suggests.

We all look at her. “A fucking game?” Maggie blurts.

Josie shrugs. “Well yeah, you know, to pass the time.”

“What game shall we play? I spy? I will go first. I spy my giant cervix on that screen,” Star teases.

Josie holds up her hands in defence, fighting back her laughter. “I was just trying to pass the time for you.”

“Well thanks, but I’m kind of restricted while the doc has his hand up my chuff, and a laser at my cervix. Maybe after we can play tag?” Star smirks.

Josie pokes her tongue out at her playfully. I laugh, loving how all of them are here for her, for each other.

After 30 minutes, the doctor smiles. “All done. If you want to get dressed, then the nurse can go through your aftercare.” The doctor stands and nods his head in goodbye as he leaves the room.

Once Star is dressed, given the leaflets, and told to not overdo it, we head back to the club. As Maggie pulls the van into park, she mutters an “uh-oh.”

“What?” I ask.

We all consecutively look through the windscreen to see the motorbikes all lined up, and all the men from the Black Hearts MC stood there waiting for us with their arms crossed. They all look pissed, but Ghost looks murderous.

“Shit,” Star breathes.

Maggie parks the van and Ghost walks over to the passenger side and yanks the car door open. “Before you start, I’m okay. It was fin— Aaaa!” she squeals as Ghost reaches in and lifts her into his arms like she weighs no more than a bag of potatoes. He says nothing and strides inside with Star in his arms.

“Here we go, ladies,” Maggie says wincing, and we all file out of the truck one by one.

Each man takes their woman’s hand and leads them either inside or places them on the back of their bike.

I look to Scar and his face is set in stone. Stopping in front of him I look up. “Hey, you made it back okay,” I say sheepishly.

He says nothing and just places the helmet on my head and fastens it. “Get on the bike,” he orders.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

SCAR

I’m furious.No, not furious. I was fucking petrified. The first thought to go through my head was that something had happened to her, or that someone to do with her father had got to her. I thought I had fucking lost her.

Trying to remain calm, I sped to my apartment, feeling her hands gripping tight around my waist. I park in my spot, and she gets off, watching as she unclasps the helmet and angrily yanks it off her head.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she screeches. “You could have got us killed.” She slams the helmet into my chest before storming off towards the elevator.

I place it on the back of my bike before I storm towards her. The elevator pings and the doors open. She steps in and I’m close behind her. There is another guy about to step in, but I push past him, pressing the button for our floor.

“Fuck off,” I growl. The pathetic weasel shits himself and practically jumps back out of the elevator.

“What the he—” she begins.

I grab her face in my hands, pushing her body against the wall of the elevator and slam my mouth down to hers, silencing her. She immediately melts into me as my tongue sweeps acrossher. She nips at my bottom lip and I smile against her mouth, not breaking the kiss as our lips duel. I break the kiss and step back. Her lips are swollen and her eyes spark with flecks of gold. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. I slam my hand down on the stop button, causing the lift to slam to a halt. She doesn’t say anything, her eyes just watch my every move as I lower myself to my knees. I glide my hands under her skirt and graze my fingertips over her thick, milky thighs. She looks down on me, her lips parted, watching and waiting for my mouth. I bunch her skirt up to her waist, revealing her black lace thong. My dick is painfully hard and pressed against my zipper. I look up at her as I slowly hook my index finger around her thong, revealing her beautiful pussy. A groan rises from my throat as I yank hard, ripping her thong.

“Scar,” she breathes.

Again I silence her, but this time as I dive my tongue between her folds, tasting her, I groan as I press and swirl my tongue around her clit. Her hips buck as she threads her fingers through my hair, gripping it tight. I grip her hips as I devour her pussy.

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