“Fuck, look at her.” Titan laughs, his cock twitching. “Rub that clit, princess. Make yourself come again while we come on you.”
I moan as my fingers work faster, pleasure spiking. “Come on, give me your cum. Drench my tits, my stomach, my fucking face.” My voice is sharp, urging them, and their groans turn desperate, hands moving faster, bodies tensing.
Ash comes first, his thick load spilling across my tits, hot and sticky, and I moan, rubbing my clit harder. Ghost follows, his cum splashing my stomach, some hitting my chin, and I laugh, the sight pushing me toward another edge. Titan’s last, his massive release streaking my face, my lips, and I lick it off, giggling through the pleasure, my fingers relentless on my clit.
Their cum on my skin, their groans filling the air, sends me over, and I come hard, my pussy pulsing, a second wave of wetness soaking the sheets as I shudder, moaning their names.
They collapse around me, panting, their laughter mixing with mine as we sprawl on the soaked sheets.
Ash brushes a kiss across my forehead, his voice low. “We’re gonna make you some food, Bonnie. Gotta fuel up, ’cause we’re fucking you again later.”
4
ASH
Iwake up before dawn because I always wake up before dawn.
Bonnie’s tucked against my side, one arm thrown across my chest, her breathing deep and even. On her other side, Titan takes up half the damn bed, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Ghost’s boots are gone from where he left them by the door last night.
Already out on patrol, probably. The man barely sleeps.
Last night plays through my head in fragments. The bar, Bonnie sitting on my lap, the way she looked at me.
For one year, I’ve wanted her and told myself I couldn’t have her. Jackal’s little sister. The president’s daughter. Off-limits in every way that mattered.
Now I’ve crossed every line I swore I wouldn’t cross, and the only thing I feel is the need to do it again.
I slip out of bed without waking her. My clothes are scattered across the floor, and I dress quietly, pulling on jeans and my T-shirt. My vest with the VP patch hangs over a chair. I grab it and head out, closing the bedroom door behind me.
The cabin’s silent except for the hum of the generator outside. I fire up my phone and check messages. Danny’s replyfrom last night is still there:Bike’s in the garage. Locked up tight.
I’d texted him right after we got to the cabin, before things went further with Bonnie. Made sure her Softail wouldn’t sit in Rusty’s parking lot overnight, where some asshole could mess with it.
Called her father too. Left a message letting him know she was with me, that she was safe. He never called back, typical. He trusts his daughter’s safety with me.
A few other messages clutter my screen.
Pedro asking about shifts.
Martinez:East side run went smoothly.
Jenkins complaining about some asshole who shorted payment at one of our stops.
I pull up Iron’s number next, and the call goes to voicemail. Even better. I’m not ready to hear his voice yet.
I pocket my phone, then head outside to where my Dyna sits waiting. The sky’s turning from black to deep blue, sun not up yet but close. Cold air bites at my face as I fire up the engine.
One last glance at the cabin. Bonnie’s in there, safe and warm and probably going to wake up with regrets about last night. But that’s a problem for later.
Right now, I need to fix this situation before it’s too late.
The ride to the clubhouse takes thirty minutes; the highway is empty except for a few trucks making early morning runs.
My mind won’t stop working on the problem from every angle, trying to find a way out that doesn’t end with Bonnie married to Marcus Stone. There has to be something Iron’s missing. Some angle he hasn’t considered. Some way to broker peace without sacrificing his daughter.
The clubhouse sits quiet when I pull into the lot. A few bikes are already here—early risers or guys who never went home. Ipark and head inside, the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke hitting me as soon as I open the door.
The main room is empty except for Pedro wiping down tables. He nods when he sees me.
