I mean, I suppose they are, but even I know their reputation. No women or children. They wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Okay, Grinder would. Many, many fingers, in fact.
“Can I get a caramel latte as liquid courage please before I nip next door?”
“Sure.” She winks and heads back around the counter to make the coffee, and the queue behind me is beginning to grow.
Not so sure she’s a fan of the club so I won’t give her my exciting dolphin news.
After paying and saying goodbye, I head next door, my stomach sinking a little when I’m able to walk straight inside.
“Hi, Teagan.” I wave awkwardly when she turns to see who has arrived.
“Holy shit, you’re alive.” Her eyes widen, much like Nero’s did, but she doesn’t come to hug me.
“I am. And I’m sorry I flaked out on you. A thing happened, then another thing, and all the things. Then it got to a point where it had been so long and I felt like a dick for letting youdown and so I pushed it aside in my hectic brain and pretended it didn’t exist. So I’m sorry.” I’m being as honest as I can without implicating the club in any way. My kidnapping wasn’t reported to the sheriff's office, so spreading that shit around will only cause issues. Plus, we still have that fucker to find, and I feel like the club hasn’t heard the last of the cult in general. The way they’re surrounding this town is s’pish as fuck.
“It’s cool. But would appreciate a heads up next time. We were worried about you.” She gives a small smile and I can tell she means it. I hurt her feelings and was totally in the wrong for ghosting her, but she’s being real fucking cool about it and I think I like her more now.
A huge weight feels like it’s lifting from my shoulders now that I’ve accomplished this task on my list, and I’m already giddy about marking it off.
Teagan and I chat for a few more minutes before I make my excuses and leave, checking my phone to see a couple of messages. One from Mac and one from Grinder.
Mac:Sure thing. I already have you scheduled in for this weekend. I’ll text you the time and we can chat in the bar later.
I make a note, excited about learning to ride, before checking the next message.
Grinder:Ping me your location and a pic of your tits
Of course, I do both, taking the boob pic as discreetly as possible while I stand in the street.
Fifteen minutes later, the sexiest sight I ever did see rides toward me. The demon head helmet, the purple and black leathers, and the SOK cut over that bulk of a man I can call mine…all the yesses. His thighs could crush walnuts and I’m glad I’m not Spencer’s nuts.
He pulls up in front of me, unclipping the spare helmet from the back and doing the come hither thing with his finger. Stepping closer to him, I rest my legs either side of his, my pussyresting against him, and I let him slide the helmet over my head, clipping me in. Every touch sends sparks through me and oh yes, we’re fucking on this bike.
I climb on behind him and immediately wrap my arms around his waist, aiming my hands for the zipper of his crotch.
“Needy.” Grinder chuckles. It sounds so much more intense through the speaker.
“Yes, I am.”
I finally get him free, thanking the gods that he’s wearing his two-piece leathers instead of the all in one, and he twists the throttle a few times before we speed off. I scream with delight and begin working my hand up and down his shaft, rubbing my thumb over the tip for good measure.
“Fuck, Stabby. You’re not wearing protective gear and I don’t wanna crash, but that feels so fucking good.” His deep, husky voice breathes through the speaker and I grin. I love lust-induced Grinder so much.
I note my jeans, long-sleeved T-shirt, and relatively thin jacket, well aware that riding clothes these are not, but whatever. I don’t for a million years imagine Grinder would allow himself to crash with me on the back. I trust him with my life.
“You better go faster or the cars will see your massive cock in my hand and call the cops on you for indecent exposure.” I goad him, loving every second of the ride. Every twist, every turn…every stroke of his thick cock.
“As you wish.” He chuckles again, the sound vibrating the skin of my ears.
Up and down, up and down, a little rub here…fuck, his cock is so velvety smooth I could play with it all day.
His breathing gets heavier and he slows down the motorcycle just as his grunt and loud groan surrounds me, the wet spurts of his cum landing on my hand.
“Fuck, that was hot.” He laughs and squeezes my thigh. “And just in time because here we are.”
We pull up along the main street, shops lining the road, in front of one with no sign above it. The glass windows are all covered in black so nobody can see inside, and I have no doubt this is the place.
My new job. My new career, even.
