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more gentle motions, moving my head, using my mouth like a sex toy. His erotic little grunts of pleasure filled the air in concert with my own needy whimpers. I knew he was close; I could feel his cock throbbing with his heartbeat whenever he paused our motions.
    “ Okay, baby,” he said, his grip tight again in my hair. “Make me come.” I held my breath as I vacuumed him, my tongue flicking and swirling, eager to satisfy him. He pulled and pushed me with a steady rhythm,   up and down his shaft. I teased the velvety head and slit, rolled my tongue along every ridge and vein with eager desperation. I wanted his hot seed in my throat; I needed to taste him. His hands convulsed in my hair as he groaned with pleasure. Almost.
    His thrust became shorter, faster, more urgent, and I concentrated on squeezing the head of his cock. He muttered a curse, then, holding me still, he rooted and came at the back of my throat. I swallowed with each jet of hot, salty fluid as his cock twitched and pulsed against my tongue.
    “ Very good, baby,” he said as he back away. He was breathing heavily. My chest swelled with pride. I did good. I barely recognized myself. This wasn’t who I was; I was stubborn, defiant Lily. I didn’t let anyone boss me around. I abandoned my entire life because my options were less than satisfactory. What had I become? Who am I now?
    “ Hey, girly,” Nomad said, gently tilting my chin so I was looking up at him. I opened my eyes. He was even more attractive to me, now - so rough-looking, with that bruise, so wise with the lines marking his years. “I can read the concern all over your face.”
    “ I was just thinking-”
    His fingers squeezed tighter. “Don’t. You don’t think in here. You can go back to fretting all you like when we’re back out there, but when you’re with me, like this… no worrying.”
    My concerns melted away. Just like that. How does he do it? “ Okay.”
    “ Okay?”
    “ Whatever you say, Nomad. When we’re like this, it’s whatever you say.”
    “ Good.” He released my chin and tucked his cock away. I whined as it disappeared back inside his pants, and he chuckled. “You thought I was going to fuck you?”
    “ I… Maybe.”
    “ I said before, not until you beg. And I didn’t say you could beg yet.”
    The knock on the door rang through the room like punctuation to his sentence. My heart jumped at the sound. My first thought was who found us? but I quickly realized it was more of a question of who found him? No one would be looking for me.
    I pushed that thought away.
    “ Get dressed,” he said, climbing off the bed. He opened the door before I even found my panties.
    “ Anchor,” he said, “What’s happening? I told you to just call.”
    “ They’re moving her tonight,” a man replied. “We have to go, now.” I retrieved clean underwear from my backpack and pulled them and my jeans on as I listened in.
    “ Right now? Fuck. Okay.” The stranger waited in the doorway while Nomad retrieved his boots. Finally dressed, I stepped out where I could see the guy - Anchor. He wore the club colors on his jacket; he was short, stocky, and somewhat balding. I’d bet he knew Nomad from their own generation of the club. Nomad aged much better, though.
    He eyed me with alarm. “There is a girl here.”
    “ Well, she ain’t a ghost,” Nomad replied.
    “ I thought they were mistaken. She isn’t safe here. They’re pissed about what you did to their bar and they’re sending someone to wait for you to leave.”
    “ This just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it.” Nomad shook his head. He pulled a gun from one of the drawers, and my eyes went wide. I hadn’t even realized he’d brought one in the room. It was generally safe to assume any of the Devils were armed, but it was still disconcerting when a weapon showed up seemingly out of thin air.
    “ Alright, honey, you’re gonna have to come with us. I’ll look for a safe place to stash you