Opening the door and walking inside, Ihalf expected to find her throwing something sharp toward my head, but instead Ifound her in her underwear and stretched out on the floor. Her legs were stretched out behind her, her hands holding her chest off the ground as she arched her back and looked up toward the ceiling. Her pert ass made my mouth water as she suddenly arched her back the opposite way and raised herself up before bending down to hold her toes, and Idragged ahand over my mouth, unable to look away from her.
Her full tits swayed in front of her, her nipples pressing against thin lycra, her long legs stretching for miles and her silky thighs toned and tight as she raised her ass to the sky and dropped back down.
“You done staring?” she asked, startling me from my reverie.
“You done doing…whatever the fuck that was?” Iasked, my throat tight and making my voice grow deeper.
She smirked. “Yoga, you neanderthal.”
“Whatever,” Isaid, forcing myself to turn away from her. “Put some clothes on. We’re heading out in five, so pack your shit up.”
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Safe house. Things have taken aturn for the worst. Dom’ssending your mom and that little asshole of abrother of yours out of town.” Iclosed my eyes, but the image of her body flashed through my mind and Iquickly opened them again.
“And what about Marcel?” she asked. “He’snot back yet. Ican’tgo without him.”
“We have people out looking for him. They're going to take him back to the clubhouse when they round him up.” Istarted to turn around, but when Icaught sight of her in her underwear Iturned to face the other way again. “Jesus, Jolie, put some fucking clothes on, will ya.”
The sound of her laughter grated through me. “Are you worried you won’tbe able to control yourself, Gauge?”
Igritted my teeth and turned back to her, giving her aleisurely look up and down. “Ican control myself just fine. It’syou who can’tcontrol yourself.” Istepped toward her. “Now put some fuckin’ clothes on before Iput you on the back of my bike in just your panties and bra.”
Her cheeks flushed and Iraised an eyebrow before stepping around her and picking up my bag. My spare jeans had the scent of cum on them, so Irolled them up as tightly as Icould and shoved them to the bottom of my bag, pulling the zipper closed. When Iturned around Jolie was still standing there, her hands on her hips as she glared at me.
Stepping closer to her, so close her tits brushed against the front of my cut, Ilooked down at her.
“You got sunscreen?” Iasked.
“What?” she asked with asneer.
“It’salong ride. Don’twant you getting sunburned,” Isaid, and her jaw tightened.
“Fuck you,” Jolie said, and Ichuckled and headed toward the door.
“Downstairs in five or I’ll drag you out. Don’tfuckin’ test me.” Islammed the door on my way out. The sound of her subsequent screams offuck youand the sound of something breaking making me smile.
On the road, fully dressed, Jolie held on to me tightly. Her long fingers gripped my waist so she didn’tfall off. Her nails dug in just alittle too harshly every once in awhile as areminder that she hated me and hated being so close to me. On those occasions Iliked to speed up, forcing her to hold on tighter. I’dhad women on the back of my bike before, and they normally clung to me, their bodies molding to mine. Legs and arms wrapped around me, tits and cheeks pressed against my back like they couldn’tbear to have any distance between us. Having Jolie on the back of my bike was completely different, but Icouldn'tdeny that Ididn’tget some enjoyment from it. Even if it was just that Icould piss her off.
Two hours in, and not aword spoken between us, and we pulled up to the safe house. It was off grid, but that didn’tmean it was aramshackle hut in the middle of nowhere. This place had been given to us in adeal with some Eastern European arms dealers five years or so back after we’dtransported over two million dollars’ worth of coke and two shipments of guns and ammo across the border. It had been built for their boss with no expense spared, but since he was under investigation from the DEA and hadn’tbeen able to get in the country since it had been built, and he was short on cash, he gave it to the club in part-payment.
We didn’tuse it often, but it was always asurprise when we did. It was easy to forget that we owned something with such grandeur. Ipulled the bike to astop and Jolie pulled off her helmet as she got off the bike. The house was surrounded by seven-foot walls and two large front gates with acoded alarm to get into it. Ientered the code and wheeled my bike through before closing the gates behind me and setting the alarm again.
We walked up to the house, with Jolie staring in surprise at it. Icouldn’tblame her really. The whole front of the house was made from bulletproof glass, with black metal frames and asweeping roof that was like awave over the entire house. It was an architect'swet dream. Two large pillars stood on either side, framing alarge sweeping staircase that could be seen through the glass entranceway and two huge black doors that stood proudly in the center.
“So the life of crime does pay, huh?” she said as we continued up the winding path.
“Be quicker if we rode,” Ireplied, ignoring her barb.
She side-eyed me and continued to walk. She was back to wearing her heels; glossy red six-inch heels that hurt to look at but in which she walked with ease, her ass sashaying side to side with every step, her tits bouncing in her low-cut top. Jesus… Ilooked away from her.
It was practically aminute walk up the gravel path leading to the front door, which opened with aretinal eye scan and ascan of my hand.
“Paranoid much?” she muttered with ashake of her head. If only she knew how we’dgotten the house and who it had belonged to, she’dfucking understand that it wasn’tus that had been paranoid.
Ipushed the door open and we stepped inside, the cool hallway enveloping us from the hot sun. The sound of her heels clicked over the marble floors, and when Iclosed the door behind us, the door made three beeps to sound that the alarm was set again.
“Bedrooms upstairs, pool’sout back. There’sastocked wine cellar, though I’mpretty sure the boys have been working their way through that so who knows what’sleft,. There’sapool room and acinema room somewhere in this place too. Basically everything aprincess like you could ever need to survive for acouple of days,” Isaid sarcastically.
