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It is because of Mads that I am in this shitty mood. It has been four days since I buried my cock in her and she rode me to the best orgasm of my life. I saw fucking stars.

I can still smell her on me, see how her body bowed, her tits bounced, as she rocked back and forth and I would love a fucking repeat of what we did but the sexy woman is avoiding me. I have sent her texts but received no reply. I would call but work at the garage and the club has been busy, then add in this job that Racer has us doing, and my time has been filled.

“Brother, you know you can talk to me, right?” Savage speaks up after a few minutes of me stewing over Madalyn not reaching out to me.

I could tell something went off in her head the second we both came. Her body stiffened slightly, her breath hitched, then she forced herself to breathe more slowly so as not to draw my attention and ask any questions.

I let her have that moment, but when I saw her over to Peter’s house, kissing her senseless again at the door, she smiled and fuck me, it made my heart skip a beat.

Here we are four days later and nothing. Nada, zip from her.

What the fuck?

“I fucked Madalyn on my couch the other night and now she is avoiding me,” I spit out.

Even with being the VP of the club and a good friend of Racer, I am closest to Savage. Hell, we have fucked so we know each other intimately, but I believe we go further than that, and I am grateful to have this crazy fucker on my side.

“She ghosted you?” I nod. “Want me to hunt her down and bring her to you, so she can tell you to your face that she is not interested?” He gives me a bored look.

“Fuck you, she is interested. She came all over my cock, whimpering my name,” I bitch back.

He smirks at me, flashing me his white teeth. “You like her,” he states.

“Of fucking course I like her, fucknut,” I scoff.

“Good, but she needs a warning from me, brother.”

“No, she doesn’t, Savage. She is not like the men you like to fuck in dark rooms, crying for you to feed them your cock while pissing themselves. Madalyn is sweet like honey, and has been hurt before. So I need to tread carefully with her. Darian said something about her knowing the ways of an MC, so I can’t help but think she has been with a biker before and the cunt hurt her.”

“You need to ask her outright. No good comes from keeping shit locked away.” That is Savage for you.

Straight as a fucking arrow when it comes to everything except his sexuality.

“I know. Next time I see her, I will ask.”

“There the little fucker is,” Savage calls out.

We exit the truck, not caring if the fucker sees us because he is not getting away with what he took. He doesn’t see us approach him, Savage taking the lead, me not really caring if the prick gets hurt or not.

He cries out in pain when Savage uses his body to open his motel room door.

“What the fuck?” he says, then turns to face us, the color draining from his face when he sees us standing there.

“Yeah, you know who we are and you are going to tell us where the fuck you took our tires and how you are going to get them back for us.” I step forward, but my phone ringing stops me.

Pulling out my device, I see Pres’s name flash across the screen.

“Deal with him.” I step outside to answer. “Pres?”

“I need you both back at the clubhouse; I have info on the street crew and a new MC in the area.”

“Fuck. Okay, we are with the cunt who stole the tires, well I left Savage with him, so hopefully we get something out of him before he bleeds him dry.”

Race chuckles. “He needs a fucking shrink.”

I laugh with him and reply, “Nah, Pres, we love him the way he is. We will head back to the clubhouse now.”

“Bet.” The calls ends, so I step back inside of the room.

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