Page 37 of Torrent’s Treasure

“Thank you,” Calliope said softly, taking five pieces of bacon.

Cecilia stared around and wondered how, in such a short amount of time, this place had become home. She’d thought that her marrying Torrent would be a means to an end for protection, but she and Calliope had been accepted into the family.

Sally walked over and leaned down. “Hey Calliope, I was ordering some new items for the clubhouse and wanted to get the animals some stuff. Would you like to come to my room and help me choose? You can bring your plate.”

Cecilia wondered what was going on.

“I’d love to,” Calliope exclaimed, jumping up. Sally picked up her plate.

“Mav’s up. We’ll be in our room until you come get us,” she added quietly, walking off with Calliope.

Harley chuckled, and Willow had a smile on her face.

Torrent was smirking, and she had to agree—it was hot.

“Cecilia, if you don’t want to see Mav’s dick, you shouldn’t watch the screen when it comes on, but honestly, you’ll only be delaying the inevitable. Eventually, you’ll see it at a party. He’s not shy,” Willow warned with a grin.

“Why will his dick be on the screen?” Cecilia asked, realizing that even though she’d been a nurse, that wasn’t a question she thought she’d ever ask.

“Because he didn’t listen to our sister warning him how potent Willow’s Wish was,” Harley snickered.

“I’m a nurse. I’ve seen so many dicks it’s not going to bother me,” Cecilia shrugged.

Maverick walked in with bed hair and headed toward the kitchen. Cecilia glanced around, wondering when something was going to happen, but everyone was acting as if it was a normal breakfast. She did notice a large number of the bikers who had already finished breakfast and left were coming back into the room.

Maverick walked back in carrying his plate and a large cup of coffee. He sat in the seat Calliope had been in with his back to the screen.

He started eating, and then the screen flicked on. Annie Lennox’s rendition of I Put a Spell on You started playing. Mav walked into view on the stage. His jeans were undone with his hard cock sticking out. He tugged his shirt off and slid his jeans and underwear down, throwing them toward the camera.

Cecilia bit her lip when he slinked toward the edge of the stage, his hips rotating, his hands running along his belly and up his chest.

The guys were all quiet as Mav stopped eating and turned toward the screen. His eyes widened, and he turned back to Harley.

“What the fuck? When was this taped?” he demanded.

“Last night,” Harley said.

The brothers had decided they’d been quiet enough, and the yells and cheers started.

“Oh yeah, shake that ass, Mav! Bravo, should we open a strip club? Maverick could be our main act. The ladies would flock to it,” Mammoth bellowed.

Maverick looked at the screen and turned back to the table. “I don’t remember any of that.”

Willow chuckled. “I believe I said that Willow’s Wish was potent, but oh no, Maverick wouldn’t listen to his sister and decided to take more than was suggested.”

“Fuck me,” Maverick groaned, resting his head in his hands.

Cecilia giggled. Seeing this big, tattooed biker blushing was hysterical.

“Oh yeah, you know you want this,” the Mav on the screen taunted, jacking his dick.

Torrent had moved from just a smirk on his face to a full-blown smile. He was hot when he was broody, but smiling, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

“Oh, here comes my favorite part,” Harley announced, leaning forward.

Maverick turned back toward the screen. The on-screen Maverick had hopped off the stage with his dick still waving and was close to Chey, shaking his dick in her face and dancing with his arms above his head. He was humming to the music, but when the music ended, Maverick kept humming then started singing.

“Oh, oh, my cock has got it all. He’s hard and waiting for your lips. He’ll make you happy, I’m not lyin’. He can go all night, leave you wanting more. Now wrap your lips around him and take him slow,” Mav sang as he gyrated his hips.