Page 33 of Bullet

“How much you think it would cost me to have a night with her?” the man joked.

His friends laughed as I barked, “Cash me out.”

Things weren't going to end well if I stayed there. The dealer slid me a couple of empty chip racks, and I put my chips in them. Dead Man and Kojack did the same.

Dixyn came back in with drinks and served the other players. Her eyes flashed with concern as she glanced at me stacking my racks of chips.

Just get out of here before you do something stupid over some female.

I was almost in the clear, about to walk through the door with my chips when that dickhead councilman slapped Dixyn on her ass.

The next few minutes were a blur. She yelped in surprise. All rational thought left me as rage filled my veins. I dropped my chips as I wrenched the man out of his chair and pinned him against the wall with my hand on his throat.

“Why don't you keep your hands to yourself?” I snarled, trying my best not to beat him to a pulp.

Dead Man tried to pull me away. “He's not worth it, brother.”

I tightened my grip as I stared down the councilman. He trembled in my grip, and his eyes were wide with fear.

“Is there a problem here, Bullet?” Sheriff Bailey asked, standing up from his seat.

My heart pounded with adrenaline, and I inhaled deeply to try to temper my rage.

“Let's go, Bullet,” Kojack said, his tone a warning. The last thing we needed was to get thrown in jail over my jealousy.

I let the man go, then glanced at Kojack. “Pick up my chips and cash them in.” Then I turned to Dixyn. “Let's go.”

She opened her mouth to speak, probably to argue, but I stopped her by booming, “Now!”

She stormed out of the room, and I was right behind her. We didn't stop until we were outside next to my bike. Dixyn whipped around, her hair almost hitting me in the face in the process. “What the hell was that, Ford?”

I was still buzzing with adrenaline and anger. “No one touches you. No one,” I gritted out.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You're not my man or my keeper. You don't get to decide that.”

Her words made me angrier. “Oh, yeah?” I stalked over to her and roughly claimed her mouth with mine, showing her who the hell she belonged to.

She kissed me back, pressing her nearly naked body against me. I groaned as my cock hardened, begging for her.

When we finally pulled apart, Dixyn's lips were swollen and red, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were dilated with desire, and I could practically smell her lust for me. “Get on my bike now, kitten, or I'm going to fuck you on this councilman's lawn.”

She did what I said, mounting my bike. Fuck, she looked so sexy in nearly nothing on the back of my Harley. Biting down on her bottom lip, she gazed at me seductively.

I'd parked on the side of the house, away from the front door and other cars. My brothers' bikes were the only other vehicles around, and if they happened to walk around the corner, they knew what to do if I was occupied.

“Fuck it,” I growled, unzipping my jeans. I thought I could wait until I drove us back to my place, but I was wrong. “Bend over.”

Dixyn didn't hesitate; she got off my bike and bent over the seat, displaying that juicy ass for me to see.

I smacked it as I took my dick out, then grabbed one of the cheeks and squeezed it. “Goddamn, I love this ass.”

Moving her lacy panties to the side, I rubbed the head of my cock against her drenched opening. “Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

I started to press into her and couldn't help but groan as her pussy greedily clenched around me. “Fuck.”

My thrusts started out slow and deep, but quickly became rough and frantic. Dixyn's needy moans and cries of pleasure let me know she wanted me to fuck her exactly how I liked: hard and fast.

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