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Growing up, I hadn’t been very curious about the man who’s responsible for giving me life. I was more angry that he’d abandoned me and that I had never heard from him. It was only later I’d begun to ask questions. Getting the details out of Mom had been difficult, as they came in bits and pieces. The older I became, the more information she thought I could handle. Eventually she’d told me everything.

Phil, my dad, had been an accountant when he and Mom married. He’d been caught cooking the books but was let off with a slap on the hand. Lost his job though. From then on, he started wheeling and dealing. Mom never knew what he was up to, but she thought it had to be shady, the amount of money he was bringing home. Having prepared herself for him to go to jail once, she was just waiting for him to be arrested again. She decided, in her own words, if she was going to be left alone, she’d rather be so on her own terms. So, she left him, or, rather, asked him to leave. Without needing much persuasion, eighteen years ago, he did.

From then on, she brought Connor and me up by herself, and I might be biased, but if you ask me, she’d made a good job of it. Until Connor set out to discover his sperm donor, that is.

“Well it sounds like we might be seeing more of him,” I tell her, hoping I sound optimistic as I add, “Maybe we can turn him back around.”

Another glance toward the front door. “It could be a good sign that he dropped in. Maybe he doesn’t want to be such a stranger?” Then she turns back to me, and she’s smiling instead of frowning. “Now do you want to go unpack and then help me decide what to cook for dinner?”

After telling her she’d gotten my mouth watering with the mention of the pot roast, I take my bag up the stairs and step back into my real life. As I unpack my clothes and put them away, I try to empty my head of a certain biker.

Shut him in the closet and turn the key.

Moments later I’m descending the stairs and offering cheerfully, “What can I do to help, Mom?”

Chapter Four

Ink

Slowly waking, I groan, then stretch, then placing my hand on my morning wood, realise my cock is slightly sore. I grin, if I can feel it the next day, fuck me, I doubt Beth can walk.

Beth. I hadn’t expected to enjoy her so much, nor fuck her so many times. Nor utilise almost every position in my repertoire and hadn’t had a thought in my head about spanking her when we’d first come to my room. A quick fuck, a release, then I’d have patted her ass and chased her out. Only, it hadn’t happened quite that way.

She intrigued me. She’d approached me, I hadn’t targeted her, nor would I have done, she’s a civilian. What I saw was a confident woman going after what she wanted, and she got my respect and the promise to provide what she was after.

At six-feet-six, I know my height gives me an advantage which I milk the hell out of. With muscles to boot, not many men challenge me. I expected the same would be true of Beth, but once she was in my room, I began to think, what I saw as a benefit to her could be a drawback. One by one my assumptions were proved wrong, and I began to see her confidence was an act.

I’m now full of admiration that she actually came on to me. Thank fuck she had, I’d have missed out had she lost her nerve. I’d ended up with a night to remember, and one that I’ll certainly put in my spank bank.

I hadn’t expected Beth to be a virgin, but I had expected her to be more experienced than she clearly was. Turns out, I’d enjoyed introducing her to new things. My lips curve as I remember marking her ass. She’d been shocked, but thoroughly enjoyed it.If I’d been in my own space, I’d have had more things to teach her.

She’d been assertive enough to joke with me though. Laughing at my cock? I growl as I remember. Well, I’d certainly shown her it was no joking matter. I’d laid out six condoms to shock her, I’d expected to use one. Then when that turned into two, I thought we may use four. But when I’d finally run out of stamina, I realised we’d used the lot.

I’m thirty, not old, but hell, six times in one night? I grin in the mirror as I shave. Beth certainly kept my engine revving. Even the memory of how she responded has my cock perking up. Time to find a club whore later.

I wonder what Beth would look like handcuffed to my bed wearing nipple clamps?

No, I’ve got to get that thought right out of my head. Nice girls like her could easily get the wrong idea if I asked to see her again, and I’m not in the market for more than a casual hookup. But the image stays lodged in my mind as I pull on my clothes, the same ones as I wore yesterday. I’ll change into a clean pair of jeans and a fresh shirt when I get back to the clubhouse, there was no point bringing spare clothes.

Last night with Beth was different from going with one of the sweet butts, I muse as I pack my toiletries away and slip into my cut.Only because she wasn’t like them,I tell myself. I hadn’t known what to expect. Once again, I grin as I go over the events of last night in my head. Half of me thought she’d run away screaming as I hadn’t gone through anything close to a seduction. I’d just told her to strip. Well, what’s the point of making a big deal out of removing clothes? Most of the activity takes place naked, why waste time? I’m all for efficiency.

Christ, I’m making wood just thinking about her.

A loud knock comes on my door, and a voice floats through it. “You awake, Bro?”

Adjusting my cock so it’s comfortable, I go to open up. “Yo, Mace.”

The enforcer pokes his head around the door. “You alone?”

Shaking my head, I chuckle. “Of course, I am.”

“She lost her nerve then?”

“Six condom wrappers in the bin shows that she didn’t.” I smirk.

“Oh, you tore a few, that happens. Overeager I expect.”

I go to belt him around the side of his head, but he jumps out of reach, laughing.

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