Page 88 of Rider Daddies
I’m gripping the seat, my moans getting louder as Saint drives deeper.
To be fought over by three grown men is every woman’s dream…
Until it brings more attention.
Unwanted this time.
I’ve never seen Ryder call it quits with Ash so fast. I take advantage of my position on the Harley and peer through the side-view mirror to see him spring off of Ash. He even goes as far as pulling him back to his feet.
Saint exits me, but this time the disappointment doesn’t hit.
In fact, I shut my thighs and duck down to hide my modesty, blindly searching for my clothes in the dark because a ripped pair of panties is better than going commando in the face of the cops.
Twocops, both dressed to the nines in workwear and official badges.
Fuck, fuck.
I find the ripped denim shorts and use them as a cover up.
In the presence of two cops, I feel the need to stand up and look innocent, even if two seconds prior, Iwasnaked from the waist down committing a crime.
“In our defense,” I feel the need to say. “There wasn’t anybody around.”
The cop takes one look at me and moves on.
Ignored by a cop while covering self with ripped clothes—there goes my last shred of dignity.
“We’re here to find a missing girl who was last reportedly seen at the abandoned Sunshine Motel. Her name is Lucia Bianchi.”
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What isit with cops and their obsession with creating heavy workloads? They need to tone it down and learn to relax more instead of sticking their nose into business that doesn’t concern them.
I wish they’d stop fucking looking at my girl.
I step back and stand in front of her. I now have two reasons for this.
One: Only we get to see her naked.
Two: They can’t know that she’s Lucia.
“I’m sorry officers,” Ryder says in the most fake-apologetic voice known to man. “We don’t know the girl you’re looking for.”
The officer flicks his eyes from Ryder to the clubhouse behind him like he’s trying to compare the two. “Mind if we take a look around?”
Friday night.
Perfect fucking timing.
I step in. “You’ll need a search warrant if you wish to step inside.”
The officer gestures to his friend who produces a folder, flicking to the designated page.
As if to get a rise out of me even more, he clicks on a flashlight and moves it over the bold, capitalized text: SEARCH WARRANT.
Busted.
