I ease out of her and remove the condom, tying it in a knot before tossing it in the trash.
“You come?” I ask, tucking my cock back into my jeans.
“Sure.” She stands up and turns to face me with a smile.
I grab her chin and tilt her head up so her eyes meet mine. “Don’t lie to me. Ever. I fucking hate liars.”
She swallows hard, and for the first time since meeting me, she looks nervous. “Sorry. Um… do you want me to go?”
“No,” I tell her, letting her go. “I want you to come. Now, lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide.”
She bites her lip, nervousness stealing some of her confidence. But she does as I say, lying down and spreading her legs wide.
“Play with yourself. I want to watch.”
I drop to my knees between her legs. I’m close enough that she can feel my warm breath on her wet pussy, but I don’t touch her.
“I’m waiting, Legs.”
Her hand slides down her stomach between her legs, and she starts stroking herself. My eyes lock on her fingers, watching each stroke like I’m the one making her gasp. With her free hand, she reaches up to squeeze her tit before rolling the nipple between her fingers. She moans, her head tilting back as her fingers speed up.
Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust two fingers inside her, the shock making her eyes snap open, then I add a third one. Her back arches, and I fuck her hard with them, feeling her tighten around my fingers as I rub that spot that makes her toss her head from side to side.
“Come, Legs. Now,” I demand, my cock rock hard again. I lean in and bite the inside of her thigh, tearing a scream from her as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
I keep fucking her, letting her ride out her orgasm until she’s spent. Pulling my fingers free from her pussy, I slide them into my mouth and lick them clean. She sucks in a sharp breath, watching me, and I smirk.
“Fucking delicious, just like I knew you’d be.”
She opens her mouth to say something when there’s pounding on the door.
“Open up, motherfucker. You can’t just hog all the fresh pussy to yourself.”
G’s words hit me like a punch to the face, reminding me who I am and who Legs is. Something tells me that, given the chance, she could suck me in and spit me out before I even knew I was in trouble.
Lucky for me, I have no interest in settling down, especially not with a club girl. And as pissed off as it makes me picturing her with one of my brothers, it’s for the best.
At least this way, I get to have my cake and eat it too.
Chapter Two
Legs
The knockon the door changes everything in an instant. A wall springs up between us, and the man from before becomes cold and indifferent. It’s nothing I’m not used to, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting just the same.
He gets up and heads over to the door as I scramble off the bed and grab my clothes. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, which is ridiculous, really.
“Don’t get dressed on my account, sweetheart,” G says with a wink as I look up and see him leaning against the doorframe, watching me.
I offer him an awkward smile and pull on my T-shirt. It barely covers my pussy, but it’s better than nothing.
Midas looks over his shoulder at me before turning back to G. “We’re done here anyway. Do me a favor, though. Fuck her anywhere but my bed.”
I freeze, and he walks out without a backward glance. Which is fine. I don’t want him to see the hurt and shame burning my skin anyway.
“And lock up behind you,” he calls out as G turns to look at me, the open leer from before replaced with something almost like sympathy, but I shake it off. I have one job here—to fuck.
My heart’s still bruised from the last biker I developed feelings for. But no more. I’m done. They can have my body, but I don’t have it in me to keep giving away pieces of myself and not get anything in return. Eventually, there’ll be nothing left of me to give, and then what? Will I simply just fade away? Will anyone even remember me when I’m gone?
