Page 21 of Blind Devotion (Chaos Bleeds MC)

“Wow,” she said.

“Come on. Let me find a hotel and I can make you feel that way again.” Helping her onto the back of his bike, Pussy struggled to get comfortable. His dick threatened to split his trousers open he was so hard.

Sasha was proving to be as much trouble as he imagined.

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When he pulled out of the food court or wherever he’d gotten the milkshake from, Sasha had been reeling from what she’d experienced. Pussy had just given her, her first orgasm. What was she supposed to do or say? No one had prepared her for this in life.

Her mother didn’t talk about sex, and Sasha never asked questions. She didn’t know how long they rode for. The time passed, and all she could think about was the feel of his fingers down her pants.

Get a grip.

Trying to push her thoughts aside was difficult. The threat of Kenneth couldn’t even stop her feelings. None of it made any sense to her.

Time passed, and the bike finally came to a stop. “Where are we?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to leave you on your own.” He helped her off the bike, removed the helmet, and took her hand. She followed behind him with sure steps. This was the first time she’d ever been out walking when she was sure the person wouldn’t hurt her or cause her to fall. Kenneth always found ways of making her feel unsure on her feet.

He opened the door, and she reached out instinctively to put her hand on it. Other times, Kenneth made sure she hurt herself.

Stop thinking about him.He’s not here to take this from you.

Blowing out a breath, she stopped as Pussy placed a palm on her stomach. Was he purposefully giving her independence?

She didn’t know. Pussy didn’t seem the guy to go out of his way for a girl. Were they all throwing themselves at him?

“Hey, darling.We’re looking for a room for the night,” Pussy said.

The hand holding hers released her. She panicked for a split second then released a sigh as he placed that arm along her shoulders.

“For you and your sister?” the woman asked.

“Nah, babe, this is my woman. We’re having a little fun before duty calls back at home.” Pussy kissed her temple.

“We don’t do rooms by the hour.”

How dare the bitch say something so mean? Sasha went to speak up, but Pussy got there before her.

“Get your fucking manager before you seriously piss me the fuck off, bitch.” Pussy had never once talked to her like that.

Licking her lips, Sasha felt nervous for the girl.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care to hear what you’ve got to say. Get your fucking manager and you better hope he or she is feeling in a forgiving mood.”

Minutes passed, and she didn’t hear anything else. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?” Sasha asked.

“Bitch was insulting, and I don’t accept crap like that when it comes to you.” He kissed her head again. “Don’t panic or anything. I want a room, and I want it without attitude.”

When the manager arrived, Sasha tucked herself against Pussy. Was he frightening to look at when he was angry? She didn’t think of him as scary. Tuning out what he was saying, she closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of him.

What if you could see?

She’d long given up that hope. Right now, she didn’t need to see with his arms wrapped around her. Pussy made her feel protected. She knew it was wrong, but she adored his name. Everything about him contradicted what Kenneth wanted for her.

Pussy was a hard, rough biker with a startling sweet side.

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