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He abruptly pulls out, making me gasp from the empty feeling.

I’m flying through the air as he flips me around so I’m flat on my back.

My mouth opens to ask what he’s doing, but before I can get a word out, his dick is in my mouth, stopping any words from coming out.

I taste myself on him as he pumps three more times in my mouth, emptying inside.

“Swallow it,” he growls.

I gag.

It’s so much.

Almost too much.

I breathe through my nose and swallow what I can.

Cum spills out the corner of my mouth and drips down my chin.

Sling’s large finger brushes against my chin, scooping up what he can and stuffing it in between my cheek and his softening cock.

“Love when you take my mark, toots,” he rumbles, his green eyes staring down at me through hooded lids. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get to bed. I’m fucking beat.”

Who am I to argue with that?

Chapter

Twenty-Two

SLING

“I’m sick of your ass being at Blake’s,” Mountain pouts as I walk into the clubhouse the next day.

I don’t know what came over me last night.

I’ve never felt the primal urge to mark a woman like I did seeing her up on stage.

I don’t give a fuck that she works in a strip club. But seeing all those men looking at her like they were about to take a bite out of her made me want to murder someone. Maybe I was still riding the high from beating the shit out of Brad.

Whatever it was led to some of the best sex of my life.

I look at Mountain sideways. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“We never hang out anymore,” he’s still pouting.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Stop being a bitch. I just saw your ugly face yesterday,” I say as I shove him.

Mountain falls back a step with a grin on his face. “I’m just fucking with you, brother.”

God, I fucking hate him sometimes.

“Yo, Prez!” Barbie calls to me as he walks through the door that connects to the garage.

The look on his face has all of us in the room going alert.

“What’s up?” I ask, hoping shit didn’t just hit the fan.