“Oh?” I felt something twist uncomfortably in my stomach. “You want to be punished?”
“Well, it’s only fair,” she said indignantly. “What would happen if one of the brothers had done this?”
“My father would have caned them.”
I hated everything about how he ran Legends MC, but I didn’t tell Polly that.
She scrambled to her feet at my words, then turned around and began to unbutton her jeans.
“What—” I began, but she was already peeling them down her legs, so her juicy ass was bare in front of me.
“I’m not going tocaneyou, Polly,” I snapped as my dick twitched. “What the hell.”
“Oh, well. . .something, then,” she protested, looking over her shoulder at me, her ass wiggling.
It was dimpled and round, a real quality fat ass, an ass that was too epic and juicy to do anything except what I did.
“Then get across my knee,” I growled, and she practically hopped on, wriggling with excitement before I even landed the first spank on her jiggling cheeks.
Polly squealed like a stuck pig with the first spank, clinging onto my legs as I peppered her ass and thighs, her plump rump turning a nice pink color.
She howled with glee until her skin was practically glowing, and then I didn’t even remember how this was going to be a great opportunity to send her away when I pulled her onto my lap and dragged her pussy over my dick until she was spread and stuffed and dripping in front of me. . .
CHAPTER 11
Polly
“Curious the Prez hasn’t stocked us up again,” Fizz told me. “Never known him to go so long without a new club bunny.”
How many women did Abrahamusuallyhave sex with? I didn’t know whether to be a little hopeful that maybe he actuallylikedme, or nervous because usually he had a whole room full of women.
“Now, unlike the Prez, I’m actually a relationship guy,” Fizz went on. “So if you happen to know any ladies between the ages of 60 and 102, I’m available.”
“I have an aunt,” I said impulsively before thinking twice about it.
Would my sweet little retired librarian aunt, who had always gone by BonBon, actually be interested in a tall, rangy MCer who specialized in explosions and munitions?
“I am very open to being introduced to your aunt,” Fizz said eagerly, twirling his moustache. “I need to get a porkpie hat, though. Ladies love a dapper porkpie hat.”
“I’ll have to ask her first,” I added hastily.
“I’ve always loved the nice girls,” Fizz added, but it reminded me that soon it would be Thanksgiving break and I needed to ask permission for Laurie to come visit.
And was my aunt going to be all right comingherefor a big holiday meal? It wasn’t like Legends MC had the best reputation, although of course it was completely undeserved, since these were the best men I’d ever met.
“Is it all right if Laurie comes to stay here?” I asked Abraham a bit apprehensively. “I’m sure he’ll want to split his time between his dad and me.”
Abraham didn’t say anything for a moment.
I watched as his big, deft fingers worked in the gnarled insides of the motorcycle.
He was such a genius with any mechanical thing. But I knew now not to rush into any of his silences. They always meant he was thinking.
“Your son? Sure. Not particularly entertaining around here, though.”
I said nothing, but privately I thought living at the Legends MC was the most fun I’d ever had in my life.
“Fair. I won’t expect you to entertain him. I think I’m going to start prepping for Thanksgiving dinner.”
