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cock tease right now. Can you put me down?”
    She was wiggling around, and her legs had dropped from around my waist, so I was holding her by her knees again. I probably would have decided she wasn’t worth the hassle. I didn’t have to beg women or even seduce them to fuck them. They came to me, always had. Now that I got my cut, I had a feeling they’d be even thicker on the ground. Yeah, I would have decided that she wasn’t worth the trouble, but then the word cock came slipping out of those rosy lips. It didn’t fit her; she didn’t look like she’d even said the word before, but it was erotic as hell to watch it form on her lips. Plus, who the hell said cock tease? Fuckin’ adorable.
    “Christ, you’re sweet,” I mumbled, and I dove straight for those lips.
    She had some sticky sweet lip gloss on, and I licked it off before pushing inside her mouth. I had barely gotten my tongue inside before she started whimpering and grabbing at my hair. It was like she couldn’t get my face close enough to hers even though she was barely moving her lips. There was something about the way she did it though—the desperation—that made my dick twitch in anticipation. She needed it, and she was waiting for me to give it to her.
    As far as I was concerned, kissing was overrated—the kind of thing a man does to get a bitch in his bed. With her though, I could have tasted her mouth for days. She tasted slightly of beer, which I hadn’t noticed that she’d been drinking, and her tongue kept shyly reaching out from her mouth to rub against mine.
    “Let me have your tongue, baby,” I whispered against her mouth.
    I needed more of her. Where she was shy, I was greedy. I bit at her lips, sucking the top one and then the bottom. I groaned when she finally got more aggressive. When she sucked my tongue in her mouth, I thought I was going to pass out. Images of her sucking my cock the same way raced through my mind until her hands slid down my back. Even through the leather of my cut, her fingers felt like knives slicing through my skin.
    I hissed. “Fuck!”
    “What?” She looked up at me in confusion as I tried to ignore the tiny black spots dancing in my eyes.
    “Nothing. Come on, we’re going to my room. I want you naked in my bed.” I dropped her legs and grabbed one of her hands, dragging her behind me to one of the side doors.
    She tried to argue with me, but I didn’t pay attention. My back was on fire, my dick was hard as a fuckin’ rock, and I didn’t want anyone stopping us before I could get her naked.
    Thankfully, the door closest to us headed directly to the back hall where my room was. The clubhouse was a rectangle with garage bays on the west side that connected to a large room where we congregated. Behind that space was a long hallway lined with doors that ran the length of the room. Mine, thank fuck, was only three doors in, but we passed Grease on our way there. He did a double take as we passed and then called my name as I opened my door.
    “Stay here.” I pushed her inside, flipped the light, closed the door, and walked back toward him.
    “What’s up, man?” I asked him distractedly.
    “Hey, you sure you want to go there? Poet’s gonna fuck your shit up if you go there.” He was staring at my door.
    “You really asking me about where I put my dick? Want to get a latte and fuckin’ gossip, too?” I shook my head. “I’ll see you later…hopefully, not until morning. Don’t come knocking.” I gave him a look that promised retribution if he ignored me.
    I knew Poet didn’t have an old lady, and he didn’t seem to have a favorite with the other bitches either. Why the fuck would Poet care? I was just drunk enough and thinking with my dick, so I ignored the questions running through my head.
    Then, I went back to her.
    Boss dragged me back from five years ago with a few quick words.
    “Dragon, quit fuckin’ daydreamin’, and get your ass out there with Poet. See what the fuck is going