some good coin from my fights down at the Dive.
“I’ve got a good woman to get back to so I’m done for the night. I’ll call you both when I’ve finished the job and we can get our shit together for our friends.”
Harbin nods and downs his own glass but he doesn’t move to get up. Nah, they’re both in here for the long haul tonight. Fuck, they’re probably going to end up getting into one hell of a bar fight once I’m gone.
I’m almost sorry to miss it.
I’m about to leave when the door of the bar opens again and a whole stream of bikers walk in, all of them wearing Unseen patches but none of them local.
“Where the fuck is Coldstone?”
Harbin grunts and stares out at them all like he’s searching their faces. “Mississippi. They’ve been having all sorts of trouble with the Demons and the Serpents since their Prez was sent to prison.”
Prison.
Not something most Mounties have to worry about, the cops in the Bay are so fucking corrupt that no one ever really does time for the crimes they commit. There’s still a higher than average incarceration rate but everyone sent away is doing it for someone else. Big money to spend five to ten in prison for a crime lord and their lackeys. Big money.
Roxas scoffs and finishes off his glass. “He didn’t fucking do it. He was set up by Grimm motherfucking Graves to try to weaken our hold in Mississippi. They do big imports for us, a whole lotta money and King went down quiet so his club wouldn’t get fucking raided.”
I nod, seems like the type of bullshit MCs deal with but nothing I want to get involved with. As soon as you claim turf there’s always going to be some asshole trying to take it from you.
I stand up and finish my glass, leaving a pile of green to cover my tab and heading out.
Better to stay out of that shit.
Chapter Sixteen
Odie
I wake up early, my bladder close to bursting. When I climb back into bed, mon Monstre rolls over in the bed to scoop me into his arms. At first I think he’s awake, the hard length of him rubbing against my ass, but when I moan and push back he rumbles and murmurs in his sleep. His hips still roll against my ass, the rhythm of it like a drug to my system.
I need him.
I turn in his arms, my pussy so wet I’m dripping down my thighs as I slide down his body until I can grasp his pierced cock, the heat of it like a burning brand as I swallow him whole, the barbell dragging along my tongue.
His hips start to roll again and I know the moment he wakes up, his hand fisting in my hair and tugging me up and down, feeding me every inch of his dick while I gladly take it all.
“Fuck, baby girl, you treat your man so fucking good. You gonna swallow my come, baby? You gonna take what your man gives you?”
I moan deep in my chest. I want nothing more than to taste his come. I want it dripping down my chin while he pumps into the wet heat of my mouth, over and over again.
With every moan I watch as his eyelids get lower, the fire there stoking hotter and hotter until I think I’m going to combust, my pussy drenching through my panties until there’s a wet spot on his leg. My hips keep jerking and grinding down, my clit dragging along his leg until I think I might be able to come just from the friction.
“Don’t come, baby. You’re not allowed to come before I’m inside you. I want you clenching around my dick when you do.”
I whimper around him, the tears in my eyes from my gag reflex feeling all the more desperate.
He pumps into my throat two, three, four more times and then holds my head steady as he comes down my throat. I choke as I swallow it down, a little dribbling out from my lips where they’re stretched wide around his girth.
When he lets me go I collapse next to him, my face buried in the plush comforter for a second before he pulls me back into his arms.
“I want a taste of that pussy but you’re not allowed to come. Do you think you can do that, baby girl? Do you think you can hold on?”
My legs are already shaking. There’s