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He fucking loved her hands all over him.

Gripping her ass, he’d lifted her up and got herto grab his cock and feed it into her waiting pussy. She’d been so tight. Nomatter how many times he fucked her, she was always so tight. He’d slid intoher tight hot cunt, grunting as he did.

Dirty pulled out of the memory as his own releasetook him by surprise. He worked his cock, pulling every last drop of his cum,allowing it to fall down the drain without a thought. His cum in the sewerscouldn’t do any damage. There was no fear of him getting her pregnant.

Shaking his head, he clenched his hand into afist, brought it back, and slammed it against the tile. He didn’t do it hard.The last thing he wanted was to break his bathroom. Warden would ask questions,and the few people who knew the truth, the better. That is what he kept tellinghimself.

One day, it was going to be over. He’d move on,and Petal would move on. Her pussy, her smile, everything would no longermatter to him. He’d enjoy other women, just as she’d enjoy other men.

This would be nothing more than a distant memory,at least that was what he hoped.

Chapter Four

Slow and steady won the race. That was Petal’s newmantra. It was what she kept telling herself when the dark thoughts she triedto keep at bay threatened to spill over.

Life was not a race. She had a feeling there werepeople who would completely disagree with her, but she wasn’t in a race withanyone else.

Nursing her beer, she looked around the party atthe clubhouse, and she felt numb. There were a lot of people, but Rosalie hadtold her there were always a lot of members of the Satan’s Death Riders MC. Theclub wasn’t limited to those that stayed at the clubhouse, although there werea lot. There were members always on the road. Some of the club couldn’t standto be in one place and used it as a stopping point. Whenever Warden called,they would come through.

Like tonight. A party. Even though it was close tozero outside, people were still coming. Spring wouldn’t be long, and thensummer. She considered herself a winter kind of girl, but this year she waslooking forward to the warmth of the summer.

Taking a sip of her beer, she wrinkled her nose. Thetaste was okay. She’d never been much of a beer drinker. Kim had given it toher the moment she arrived. Rosalie had also stopped by, hugged her, and Coltdragged his wife away.

Petal didn’t blame him. If he allowed the two ofthem to get talking, he wouldn’t have any time for his wife. She missed herbest friend, but at least they got to see each other every day at work.

After everything Rosalie had been through, shedeserved happiness—a whole lot of it. Petal was happy that out of a nightmare,her best friend had found love. Rosalie was in love.

Putting the full beer bottle on the counter, shewalked over to the bar. She believed the guy behind the counter was calledRooster.

“Hey, can I get an orange vodka, or somethingfruity?”

Rooster chuckled. “Coming right up.”

She watched as he poured a shot of vodka into aglass, turned to the fridge, and took out a bottle of tropical juice.

“Be careful. I call them the ice breaker.” He puta little straw inside and handed it to her.

Petal took a sip and knew why. “I’ll be careful.”It was sweet and fruity, a perfect combination. So easy for a woman to loseherself, and it certainly would break any ice. A couple of these and a woman orman would forget everything, including why they were naked and shouldn’t be.

She smiled at Rooster and then turned back towardthe bar. There were a lot of people, several women as well. A couple of womenwere naked and loving the men’s attention. Taking a tiny sip of her drink, shefound a small table toward a corner of the room and took a seat.

This is not having fun.

This is being boring.

Stop moping.

Go out there and dance.

She refused to listen to that voice and insteadsat her ass down and watched. Some people might think she was pissed off with Rosaliefor abandoning her. She wasn’t. This was fine. She was happy being on her own.

The drink was so tempting, so she covered the topand lowered the drink down, watching people.

Her thoughts wandered. Not to Dirty. Not to thatday.Beforethat day, when she was excited about going to an MC partywith Rosalie and was doing everything in her power to get her friend to agreeto go and have a good time, Rosalie refused.

It didn’t take long for the blanks to be filledin. Petal had been looking for some fun. She’d been a fool. There was no way shewould go back to that man.

This party was not what she imagined all thoseweeks and months ago. No, she imagined men, beer, loud music, fun, andsomething so different. This wasn’t it. Although, she knew there was nothingwrong with this.

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