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The fact that he wants me for his still blows my mind, but I know from my brother how important it is for them to find and claim an ol’ lady. Knowing that out of all the women Jingles has come into contact with he chose me makes me want to melt like a puddle of goo at his feet. “My shower stuff is already in here?” I ask, as he leads me into the stall. Surprisingly, it’s more than big enough for both of us, which is good, all things considered.

“While you were busy helping the other ol’ ladies clean up, I pulled them out and put them in the shower. I hope that’s okay,” he says, turning me so he can get my hair wet. “We’ll have to dry our hair downstairs, at least until either the generator’s fixed or the power comes back on, but good news for you is I’ve got a great dryer.”

I snicker since his hair is slightly longer than mine and it’s highly doubtful that he’d let his air dry in the winter. When he starts lathering my hair, I can’t help the moan that escapes, which sends a frisson of desire shooting through me.

“I know we’re going into town to look at the store, but do you think we have enough time to um, you know?”

He chuckles, the sound causing my nipples to peak as my breasts grow heavy. “Yeah, babe, we’ve got time. Nothing ever happens all that quickly in a biker clubhouse.”

“This is true,” I murmur as he rinses out the shampoo and applies some conditioner to the ends before he turns me and begins soaping up my body.

His calloused hands running up and down my sides soon has me reaching for his dick, which is jutting out and steadily leaking pre-cum. Without thinking, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, luxuriating in the way his length and girth stretch my lips almost obscenely.

“Fuck, if that’s not the prettiest picture I’ve ever seen,” he says, looking down at me. Since I’m enjoying what I’m doing, I start sucking on him while my tongue runs up and down his length and my hand strokes what I’m unable to swallow. “Feels good, Belle,” he groans out, “but I wanna cum in your pussy not your mouth.”

He raises me up then turns me so I’m facing away from him, and I brace my hands against the tile. When I feel his dick slide between my ass cheeks to notch at my entrance, I push back, impaling myself. “Damn, it feels better every time.”

“Yeah, it does,” he replies, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a punishing pace that soon has me on the verge of orgasm. “You gonna cum on my cock, sweet Belle?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Maybe?” I tease, enjoying the build up too much. However, when he snakes one of his hands around the front of me andlightly pinches my clit, I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. Three more thrusts has him keening out my name as my pussy pulses around his length.

Once we finally catch our breath, we quickly wash then dry off, the cooler air in the room causing us both to shiver. After we both dress, he brushes out his hair while I do mine, then he grabs his hair dryer and leads me back downstairs so we can finish getting ready.

While the men work on the store, adding shelves, me, Rory, and Ryleigh sit at the front with Ryleigh’s tablet and add items to her shopping cart. I had hoped Moira would come, but she made it clear she didn’t want to be a part of what the club was doing.

“All of the chapters that are close are sending stuff in for the run,” Ryleigh says, looking down at a pad of paper that has a huge list on it. “Our guys will go around town to the collection boxes and pick those up, while we’ll get it organized on the shelves. We have about twenty families in town that’ll be coming in to shop for their children, plus ten foster families. I’ve got sizes for most of the kids, so I thought we could order socks, underwear, pajamas, that kind of thing.”

“What about hair stuff for any girls?” I ask. “Or even basic makeup kits for teenagers? Can we order from Bath and Body Works so they can get body spray and that kind of stuff?”

“I knew she was going to be a good addition,” Rory teases. “What else?”

I stop and think of the stuff Tony used to make sure I had at Christmas when I was growing up and toss a few of those ideasout. By the time the guys come up to us, my eyes are bugging out at the size and cost of our cart.

“So, how many years past my funeral am I going to be working to cover this?” Brick asks, coming over to Ryleigh and kissing her. I watch her face flush and smile inside, knowing her man treats her as good as mine treats me.

“We’ve got this, Brick,” Rory advises. “This is the ol’ lady donation.”

We giggle because what we picked out included things most guys wouldn’t consider in a million years, such as stockings, candy and small items to fill them, deodorant, perfume and body spray, and feminine products for the teen girls. The little boys have trucks and matchbox cars, candy, and deodorant, along with wallets. Each wallet has a five-dollar gift card to the local burger place. While they normally don’t have them, Ryleigh managed to talk them into ordering some specifically for this purpose.

“It’s going to take all of us to get this ready for them to shop next weekend,” Brick muses, looking over our cart then the list that Jingles has which shows all the chapters bringing items in, as well as the stores in town we’ll collect from.

“Should we make sure to have a selection of wrapping paper and tape?” I ask. “I mean, if they’re low income, that kind of thing is more of a luxury.”

“Good idea, I’ll add that to the list,” Ryleigh says.

“Okay, ladies, let’s head back to the clubhouse. I believe we’ve got some company coming in and we need to be ready,” Brick states.

Jingles grabs my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, as we head out to my car. “When will my brother head back?” I ask while we ride back to the clubhouse.

“Probably tomorrow. They have to get the truck loaded up and head back down so we can stock the store.”

“Do you think this’ll be an annual thing?”

“I hope it is, Belle,” he replies. “This part of the town isn’t the richest by any means, although we as a club do just fine. Being able to offer something like this helps families give their kids a good Christmas, don’t you think?”

I slowly nod as I remember some of the kids I went to school with whose families could’ve benefited from something like this. “Yeah, honey, I think so.”

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