Page 28 of Savage Daddies

It was three hot motorcyclists all those years ago who showed me a good time. They gave me the most life-shattering orgasm of my life that paradoxically, for ten whole seconds, straightened the world again.

But it wasn’t just that. It was their generosity. Their teamwork. Holding my legs up so I didn’t have to do so myself—it felt like luxury. To be honest, any guy would treat me like that today if I gave them the chance, but that’s just because the media has given my name value.

Back then, I was nobody. Just a fresh eighteen-year-old girl chasing booze and sex to achieve cheap dopamine. Those bikers could’ve taken advantage.

But they didn’t.

They cared for me when they didn’t need to.

Respected my body even though I didn’t respect it myself.

Perhaps that’s why I feel so drawn to them today—they remind me of the past.

I’m older now, with a daughter on my arm and a ring on my finger.

I need to let it go.

But I can’t.

Tonight, something feels lighter in my belly. Disappointment usually presses on my chest after returning home from an attempted escape, but that isn’t the case today.

This time, life has exposed me to a sliver of hope, and I want to see it again.

Because when you’ve experienced life on steroidsonce, naturally, you’re gonna do everything in your power to live that way again.

6

POET

Grizzly speaksmany words to us, but the only one rolling around in my head isZoe.

I shouldn’t have moved her hand away from my lap, and I shouldn’t have dropped her off at Felix’s dungeon. I should’ve taken a detour and rode through the desert to let her finish what she started.

Twice, she stroked my dick through my pants.

And I was full mast.

The memory alone brings me to a semi.

An elbow punches me in the side, and I find Bullwhip looking at me, a scowl painted across his face. He gestures for me to turn back to the front, whispering, “Snap out of it.”

My name on Grizzly’s tongue straightens me up. If there’s one thing more terrifying than Zoe walking back into my life, it’s the threat of being kicked out of the club for daydreaming mid-meeting.

“I need you three to ride to the strip this afternoon. Something strange happened in Paul’s casino earlier.” Grizzly returns center stage—in the middle of the stuffed eagle. It looks like he’s flying. “I need you to check in with Paul for me. Earlier this morning, I saw him hand over an envelope.”

“Who to?” asks Bullwhip.

“Not sure, but it was addressed to Felix Fernando. One of his employees must’ve come to collect it for him.”

My posture stiffens, and I see Bullwhip’s and Wrangler’s do the same. Do we say that we welcomed his dear wife in yesterday with open arms and hard dicks? Do we admit that she fell asleep in one of the private rooms, and that she teased my dick on the ride back to her mansion?

I keep my lips shut.

Bullwhip’s eyes narrow. He scowls, this one deeper than the one he flashed me before. I know what he’s thinking—could it be a setup? Yesterday Zoe pays us a visit, and today Grizzly’s loyal friend of many years hands over an envelope addressed to a man he’s never before had dealings with.

Paul and Grizzly are like two peas in a pod that keep things between themselves only.

Irritation cuts through Grizzly’s brow. Not much gets him in this state. Like Bullwhip, he’s a stoic man with very little emotion. The only time hedoesshow emotion is around Meredith.

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