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I shrug. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t have many people who would miss me if the killer ended up getting to me—a handful of friends that aren’t in much condition to stop him.”

“That’s where me and my club come in. We’ll not only stop him, we’ll make sure he doesn’t get the chance to harm anyone else.”

“When I think of the women he killed, it makes me furious. Those women had family and friends who missed them. It’s heart-wrenching that one person can negatively impact so many lives.”

“I feel the same way, especially about a few people running roughshod over so many. That pissed me off with the criminals trying to run our town.”

I relax into the day at Zen’s shop. We have a late lunch and keep working into the night, long after the shop closes. Zen’s good company, and his approach to figuring out what is wrong with my computer is very methodical. By the time we head upstairs, it’s late evening, and we’re both feeling the strain of being on our feet all day, bent over our respective computers.

Chapter 14

Zen

Lexi and I had an awesome day together. We have similar interests, so we spent the day working on our computers, and the conversation just kind of flowed. Now, we’re sitting in my living room enjoying a nice bottle of wine. I’m not usually a wine kind of guy, but I got some as a housewarming gift from Walter, and this seems like a good time to open it.

I can’t help but do a compare and contrast in my mind between being here with Lexi and being at the clubhouse with one of the club girls. The club girls are nice. They’ve got a thing for bikers and go out of their way to be accommodating. I realized long ago that one club brother is pretty much like another in their world. We’re interchangeable. It’s because all they see is the cut. I’m tired of superficial relationships where I’m treated like every other brother. I want a woman to see me, not just the Savage Legion cut.

Lexi sees me for our similarities. To her, I’m a fellow computer geek. She doesn’t know enough about my club to be impressed by the fact that I’m a fully patched brother. To her, I’m not just another interchangeable brother in the Savage Legion. She likes what she sees when she looks at me. She likes my body, my tattoos, and the way I touch her. She likes talking to me about computers, my life, her family history, and how we can catch the crazy fucker cyberstalking her. She likes and appreciates my protection. This feels very real to me, it’s like there’s a huge void in my heart that only she can fill. I find that the more time I spend with her, the more I want her.

When she drains her glass and crawls closer to me on the sofa, I reach for the bottle of wine. She shakes her head. “I want you, not more wine.”

Her eagerness pleases me. She’s much younger than me—twenty-one, which seems young because I’m thirty-one. But when she says she wants me and looks at me like I’m something special, well, what man can say no to that? Not this one. I want her too much. So, I reach for what I want, and she comes willingly into my arms.

When our lips meet, it’s an explosion of lust between us. I’m pulling her close, and her hands are roaming over my body, unbuttoning my shirt, and she’s running her soft hands over my chest. I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t realize she’s opened my pants and is helping herself to my cock until I feel her hands on my heated flesh. I feel like I’ve been walking around nursing this hard-on for most of the day—because I have. Now, this woman apparently wants to take her turn at giving me pleasure. And I’m there for it.

I pull her shirt over her head and then remove her bra. I sit on my sofa with my thick cock waving in the air between us while she pulls off her pants one leg at a time. Staring at her breasts swaying as she moves is mesmerizing.

I reach out to touch her, but she pushes my hands away and scoots back to cover the head of my cock with her pretty pink mouth. The feeling is out of this world. I lean back and watch her laving my cock with her tongue. She alternates long, luxurious strokes with shorter ones targeting the head of my cock. Her attention to detail is amazing, as is the way she runs her tongue around the rim of my cockhead. Nothing a woman has ever done to me feels this tender and sweet. Normally, thegirls are like vacuum cleaners, sucking with a vengeance. I don’t find forceful sucking sexy, not at all. But this thing with Lexi is nothing like that.

Her generous attention not only feels amazing, but the visual of being sucked off by her flips all the right switches for me. She’s acting more like an old lady, with the way she’s so careful and particular about giving me pleasure. The moment I think of her that way, the thought of wifing her up sticks in my brain. I gently grip her long, black hair in my hand and pull her off my cock, hoping that will break the spell she has over me. When I gaze at her face and see my precum smeared across her lips, my balls tighten up. Her tongue comes out to swipe along her bottom lip, and it’s the most erotic image I can think of. There is literally nothing in my general fund of knowledge to compare this to.

I come to my feet with Lexi in my arms and walk her to my bedroom. I love having an armful of beautiful, naked woman. When she lays her head on my chest, I realize she truly feels perfect in my arms. I like it so much that putting her down on the bed takes the wind out of my sails just a bit.

But I’m a man on a mission to give as good as he gets. So, I slide down onto my knees, drag her down to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs. I can still see how aroused she got from sucking me off, and it makes me feel wanted and desired by this lovely woman.

“What are you doing?” she asks timidly.

“If you’ll allow it, I’m gonna put my mouth on you like you did for me. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“Alright, I’m game. It’s just that no man has ever done that for me before.”

I brush the knuckles of one hand over her pussy. She trembles beneath my touch, and I tell her, “Then it looks like I’m the lucky man who gets to make up for all the oral sex you never got.”

Her expression says it all. She wants this, with me, tonight. I waste no time parting her slit gently with my hands to get that first look at her womanly treasures. To say she is beautiful would be an understatement and I’m eager to put my mouth on her. I give her a long, hard lick that ends at her clit, and she writhes beneath my mouth.

I tease her, seeking out all her pleasure spots. Lexi is easy to figure out. She reacts strongly to what she likes and moans my name when I hit the perfect spot. Her softly spoken noises are like music to my ears. I can’t ever remember enjoying myself so much with a woman. Just when I’m starting to settle down, her whole body convulses in a strong orgasm, and she comes with a gush on my tongue. I delight in the way she whispers my name over and over again as she tries to catch her breath. I continue to lap at her, because it’s hard to stop. I decide to tidy her up a bit by cleaning up all that delicious honey with my tongue, and she doesn’t object. Of course, she doesn’t, because she likes having my mouth on her as much as I like tonguing her.

My cock is screaming for attention, but I don’t care. I’m more than happy to give her another orgasm with my mouth if she’ll let me. She doesn’t see fit to do this, though. Instead, she pulls me up and wraps her long, naked legs around me. Right now, I’m still wearing my open jeans and no shirt, so I lift myself uponto one arm and shove my pants down, kicking them all the way off.

Lexi wraps her arms around me and pulls me back down until my body is flush with hers. I keep bracing myself with one arm, so I don’t crush her smaller form. When her legs come up around my waist, and I can feel my cock lying in almost the perfect position to penetrate her soft core, that’s all the proof I need that she might be young, but she’s also a woman who knows what she wants from a man and isn’t afraid to go for it. “I guess we’re doing this thing, aren’t we?”

“Only if you want to,” she tells me primly.

“Fuck yeah, I want you in the worst way.”

She smiles up at me and runs one hand over my chest, lingering on a particularly intricate tattoo. “Good. We both have to want it, or it’s a no-go.”

I dip my head down to give her a sweet, lingering kiss. She opens her mouth, allowing me to swoop in and our tongues tangle. In this moment, I’ve forgotten everything about why I thought this was a bad idea, and I’m all in.

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