Page 109 of Greased

She’s slow to pull out my cock but the relief I feel is immense as she finally releases it.

She doesn’t waste a moment longer, taking pity on me as she licks up the underside of my cock.

I groan as she travels back up, taking her time tasting each inch before she takes me fully into her mouth as deep as she can before gagging around me. She pulls back slowly, saliva covering my cock before she sucks me down again.

Just like I thought, she looks like a goddess. Even though she is the one on her knees, she still holds all the cards.

I feel my orgasm start to build up as she fastens up her speed.

Just as I’m about to cum, the sound of a gun firing jolts me.

Scarlett’s lips pop off my dick as we both look in the direction of the noise.

POP.

Another shot goes off and I quickly tuck my cock back into my boxers, buttoning my jeans in haste.

“Fuck, fuck,” I say, grabbing the 9mm tucked in the back of my jeans.

Scarlett stands up, grabbing my shirt.

“Pike, what’s going on?”

I shake my head as I check to make sure my gun is loaded, turning off the safety as I point it towards the empty hallway.

“Do you have your gun on you?” I ask, turning my head for a moment as I look at her. She shakes her head no, eyes wide as she curses.

“My thoughts exactly. Stay behind me. If I tell you to run Scarlett, you get the fuck out of here do you understand.”

She starts shaking her head, “No, there’s no way I’m leaving you.”

“I need you to listen to me on this one occasion, Princess. Please.” I beg her, gripping the side of her face in my hand, my eyes pleading with her. While I love her defiance and ability to push back at us, I can’t have it in this situation. Not when I don’t know what we are about to walk into.

She eventually nods. Even though I prefer her words, the nod is enough for now.

I pull her behind me, making her grip the back of my shirt as we slowly make our way back to the main room of the club. The hallways are all completely empty but the closer we get to the main room, the louder the yelling gets from whoever decided to fuck around and find out.

I push one of the doors leading back into the room open slightly. Ren, Grant, Butch, Rafe, Rick and Valen all stand in a defensive line, guns pointed at five men in cuts. It's hard to see them properly through the small gap in the door so I instead look around the room trying to find the boys.

Rhodes, Jethro and Wyatt are kneeling behind a table turned on its side, weapons drawn over the top.

Dacre and Sonny are crouched half behind the side of the stage with their weapons drawn too. A body lies beneath them and I watch as Dacre tries to stop one of the prospects from bleeding out. From the pool of blood underneath him, it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.

Dawson and Nicky are crouched not too far from them, covering for two half naked girls currently clinging to each other.

I watch as they talk amongst themselves for a moment. Nicky looks up right in my direction. His eyes are wide as he mouths, ‘Scarlett.’

I nod and watch as he sighs a breath of relief, confirming to Dawson who looks at me and nods.

“Clinton, it was a mistake for you to turn up here tonight.” Ren’s voice a deep rumble as he addresses one of the men in front of him.

The man laughs and I try to adjust myself to try and catch a glimpse of him but startle when a hand lands on my shoulder, moving up to squeeze my neck tight.

I slowly move the gun into Scarlett’s hand as the person leans down behind me.

“What do we have here? Two little peeping Toms?” He sounds deranged as he chuckles, before he kicks the door in causing every single gun, not trained on the men in front of our fathers, to turn to us.

“Look what I found, boss. A pretty little sparrow and its protector.”

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