Page 25 of Dark Seduction

An incoming text buzzes on my phone and I look down to see an alert from the group chat between me, Burnt and Mack.

This fucking blows. Do you miss us yet?

I smirk over at Burnt and we both look back down at our screens and watch the little dots bounce as Mack types out her reply.

Always. Did you know I also blow? ;)

Cheeky woman.

Burnt grins from ear to ear and is about to type a reply when Mom, one of the older bikers, notices Burnt's grin and leans in, his face crinkling up with amusement. "Jesus, prospect. You have to have the creepiest fucking grin I have ever seen. What’s got you so happy, anyway? Don’t tell me it’s a woman.”

“Maybe he finally lost his virginity,” Karma offers, tipping the neck of his bottle towards Burnt.

Laughter erupts around us, and I can't help but chuckle along with them, though the truth is far more complicated than they could ever imagine. Mack occupies a special place in our thoughts and desires, and it's a secret neither one of us is ready to share with the rest of the club.

“Nah,” Mom teases. “Ole Burnt here will be a virgin until the day he dies. He’s too fucking cagey.”

Burnt narrows his eyes as everyone laughs even harder. If they only knew.

“You’re full of jokes tonight, old man,” Hashtag says, injecting himself into the conversation. “Hell, when was the last time you got laid?”

The laughter falls from Mom’s face and he extends his middle finger, muttering, “Fuck you.”

Hash shakes his head. “Sorry. You’re not my type. But maybe I can help you out.”

Burnt and I exchange a grin.Oh, this ought to be good.

“What if I were to create you a profile on Tinder? Looking4Love. Put a pic of you on there with your motorcycle. You’ll have the old ladies flocking to ride on the back of it.”

“I don’t need no more old ladies,” Mom mutters. “Been single since the day Marie died, and I plan to stay that way until I join her on the other side.”

Another text comes through from Mack.

Air hisses through Burnt’s teeth, and as I open it, my breath catches in my throat. It's a sexy selfie that she's sent, and she looks absolutely captivating. In the photo, she's dressed in black lace lingerie that leaves just enough to the imagination. Her hair cascades down in loose waves, and her lips are painted a deep, seductive red.

Her eyes, filled with a playful glint, meet the camera's lens with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. The soft lighting accentuates the curves of her body, casting sensual shadows that make my heart race. It's a snapshot of desire and temptation, and it's impossible to tear my gaze away from her. Mack's ability to ignite our desires even from afar is a testament to her magnetic allure.

“Jesus,” Burnt mutters, his gaze meeting mine, clearly wanting to get the hell out of here.

“Oh, you can post that pic of him with the tiara on his head from Shelby’s birthday party,” GP offers, oblivious to the heat building in the two of us. The others are still razing Mom, but we’re across town, already imaging what we could do to Mack in that lingerie.

“Or the one where he’s passed out under the picnic table during last years barbecue,” someone else chimes in.

Even as I hear their words, my eyes are focused on the screen as I send out a text of my own.

You look like you need some company in that pretty little outfit.

Burnt’s lips quirk to one side, by he doesn’t look away from his phone.

“You fuckers open me an online profile, I’ll implant your heads directly into your assholes,” Mom growls.

As the group continues harassing each other, neither one of us pay attention as our phones buzz simultaneously with another text from Mack. The anticipation builds as I open the message, and I can feel Burnt's excitement beside me.

The new selfie reveals Mack, no longer wearing the same enticing black lace lingerie, but this time, she's naked. Her body is arched slightly, showcasing her curves, elegant and covered with intricate tattoos. Her eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, hold a tantalizing promise, and her lips are parted in a sultry invitation.

The soft, sensual lighting accentuates every contour of her form, but that’s not what holds my attention. No, that would be the placement of her hand.

It's between her legs, her fingers already slick as she touches herself, teasing us with her sensuality . It’s impossible to resist. My pulse quickens, and I exchange a knowing glance with Burnt, both of us feeling Mack's magnetic allure. Drawn to her like a ship in the night.

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