RIDINGHERROUGH

DEATH’SDOORMC,1

JENIKASNOW

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RidingHerRough

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

Chapter8

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Hekepthisdistance.Shesavedhervirginity.

TorqueMorrisonisabikerwithoutroots—aNomad—andhelikesitthatway.The
piercedandtattooedmemberoftheDeath’sDoorMCisabadboywho’slivedhardand
stayedawayfromwhathereallywants…thecurvyDelilah.

Andstayingawayfromwhat’sforbiddenhasbeenthehardestthinghe’severdone.

DelilahStringerwasthedaughteroftheDeath’sDoorMCpresident,andshewasn’ta
shrinkingviolet.Theoutlawsshegrewuparoundmaybecrudeandnasty,butthey’re
alsoprotective,andthey’dneverapproveofherbeingwithafellowPatch.

ButTorqueistheonlymanshe’severwanted.
Andthenhe’sbackintown,andonedrunkennightleadstohergivinghimher

virginity.

TorquefinallyclaimsDelilah.She’shisinallways.Heisn’tabouttowalkawayfrom
her,nomatterwhohehastogoupagainsttomakethatknown.

Warning:Afast,filthystorythatleavesnothingtotheimaginationisjustapage
away.It’sunbelievable,anditmightevenbealittleridiculous,butithitsthespot
inalltherightways.

Readernote:ThisstorywaspreviouslypublishedunderthetitleRidin’HerRough.
Ithassincebeenrevisedandre-edited.

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elilahcouldalreadytelltherewasapartygoingoninsidetheclubhouseforthe

Death’sDoorMC.Themusicwasloudenoughtohaveherearsringing,andanytime
thefrontdoorswerepushedopen,smokebillowedoutfromtheinside.Shehadno
businessbeinghere.Herdayhadbeenshitty.Whatwithdealingwithpeoplewhowere
backstabbingbitches,andgettingbailedonbyherdateonlyhoursbeforetheywereto
goout,allshewantedwassomeonetotalkto.Butshewasn’tsurprisedRobbiehadn’t
wantedtoseeherwhenherealizedshewasthedaughterofCarson“Brack”Stringer,
thepresidentoftheDeath’sDoorMC.

Theonlythingshewantedtodorightnowwastalkabouther“girlproblems”with

Dixon—thewomanwhowaslikeamothertoeveryoneattheclub.Dixonwasold
enoughtobehermom,andinfactthat’sprettymuchhowDelilahsawher.Dixonhad
beenaroundforthelastfewyearsandwasthemostcaringandcompassionateperson
intheclub.Thatwassomethinglackinginamotorcycleclubfullofgrittybikers.But
nowhereshewas,sittingintheclubhouseparkinglotandregrettingcomingtothe
clubhousewithoutcallingfirst.

Thedooropenedagain,andshesawAcestumbleout.TheDeath’sDoorVPwas

gorgeousinthatrawandroughkindofway,andatotalmanwhore,liketherestofthe
guys.HehadaCherrywrappedaroundhisbody.Thewomenwhohungaroundthe
clubwerecalledCherries,forwhateverreason,butonethingDelilahknewwasthat
theywoulddoanythingamemberasked.Anything.Theyweresluts,andalthough
Delilahcouldn’tstandanyofthem,therewereafewwithtolerablepersonalities.She
wasn’tevengoingtomentionthefactthatsomewereonlyeighteen,andgiventhefact
thatwashowoldDelilahwas,ithadtheickfactorgrowinginfullforce.Shegrabbed
herphoneoutofherpurseanddialedtheclubhousenumber.HopefullyDixonwould
answerornoonewouldpickup,butknowingherluck,adrunkmemberwoulddecide
hewantedtogetupandactuallyansweraphone.

“Yeah?”Withthemusicsoloudandthebackgroundnoiseearsplitting,Delilahhada

hardtimemakingoutwhowasspeaking.Itdidn’tsoundlikeanyoftheregular
members,butasshescannedhergazeovertheHarleyslinedupinfrontofthe
clubhouse,everythinginsideofherstilled.ShewouldknowTorqueMorrison’sbike
anywhere.Theblack,gleamingHarleyhadthemostelaborateskullandcrossbones
paintedontheside.

“Uh,hey,it’sDelilah.”Sheswallowedhernervesandclosedhereyes.Forthepast

yearTorquehadbeentotheclubwhenhepassedthroughtheirtownofRushFalls.He
wasaNomad,abikeraffiliatedwiththeDeath’sDoorMC,buthewasn’tlockeddown
withanyparticularchapter.Hewasbigandhardlooking,andsoverysexythatjust
thinkingabouthimhadherpantiessoaked.

“Hello?”
“Sorry.IsDixonthere?”Thesoundofseveralwomengigglingwasherresponse.
“What?”Torqueseemeddrunkerthanhell,andlikehewasstartingtogetannoyed

withthefactthathecouldn’thearher.Well,thatmadebothofthem.

“IsDixonthere?”shesaidlouder.Theshatterofglassbreakingcamethrough,and

sheleanedherheadbackontheseat.

“Tellwhoeveritistogothefuckaway.”
DelilahgrittedherteethwhensheheardPinkie’svoice.Pinkiewasoneofthe

newestCherries,andasluttothenthdegree.Shealsothoughthershitdidn’tstink.
Therewassomeshuffling,andthenPinkie’svoicewasscreechingthroughthephone.

“Getafuckinglife,cocksucker.Someofusaretryingtogetlaidhere.”
“Shutthefuckup.ItoldyouI’mnotinterestedinyournastyass,Pinkie.”Torque

said.Asecondlaterthephonewentdead.

Delilahpulleditawayfromherearandnarrowedhereyesatthedamnthing.Pinkie

sleptwitheveryoneattheclubandclearlywantedTorque.ButDelilahfeltthisheat
movethroughherthathe’dturnedPinkiedown.

Wellgood.Shehatedthebitchanyway.Pinkiewasolder,probablyinherlate

twentiesifDelilahweretoguess,butthebitchthoughtshewasaboveeveryoneelse
whenitcametobeingwiththemembers.AndshereallylookeddownonDelilah,for
reasonsunknown.ButDelilahhadafeelingitwasbecauseofherconnectionwiththe
club.Wellfuckher.

Sheclimbedoutofhercaranddecidedshe’dhuntdownDixonandmaybethetwo

ofthemcouldgointotheofficeandtalk.Asidefromthefewoldladieswho
occasionallycamebytheclubhouse,andtheclubwhores,itwasjustsheandDixon.
Theotherwomankepttoherselfwhenitcametotheotherwomen.Delilah’sheels
clickedonthepavement,andshelookedatthegroundsoshedidn’tinadvertentlysee
somethingshedidn’twanttobecauseofthepeoplecurrentlyfuckingagainstthesideof
thebuilding.Shegrippedthedoorhandleandpulleditopen.“FreeBird”blastedfrom
inside,andsheblinkedafewtimestofocus.Therewereashitloadofbodiesscattered
around,themajorityofthemnakedandintheprocessofsomeprettynastyshit.She
didn’tseeDixonmanningthebarorinthekitchenettemakinganyfood,soshe
assumedthewomanwashidingoutwithRingo.Mostlikelydoingsomethingequallyas
nastywiththeold-assbiker.

Shemovedfartherinsideandletthedoorclosebehindher.ShespottedVain,

Malice,Lance,andMace,andofcourseallofthemwereinthemiddleofsomekindof
sexualactwithaclubgirl.“Damnit.”Okay,Dixonwasobviouslyabsent,andshewas
clearlynotabouttostandherewatchingaseveryonegotoff.

“Fuck,isthatyou,Delilah?”ThesoundofLance’svoicewasloudenoughsheheard

himrightaway.Hewassittingonthecouchwithablondewhoclearlywasn’tanatural
onebetweenhislegs.Herheadwasbobbinupanddown,butLancedidn’tpushher

awayandinsteadgrinned.“Whatchudoinghere,girl?”Lancewasaprospect,anda
dirtyoldmanifshewerebeinghonest.

“She’sleaving.”Vain’svoicewasrightbyherear,deep,commanding.Shejumped.

Howdidhegettohersofastwithoutherknowing?

Sheturnedandcranedherneckbacktolookatherfather’sSergeantatArms.
“Right?”hecrossedhismassivearmsoverhischest,staringdownather.“Youknow

damnwellthisain’ttheplaceforyou,andyourfuckingdadwillhaveallourballsifhe
foundouthislittlegirlwashere.”Vaingentlytookherupperarm.

“Yeah,IwasjustlookingforDixon,butI’mleaving.”
“Thisisn’taplaceforyou.”
DelilahsnappedherheadinthedirectionofTorque.Swallowinghard,shecouldn’t

draghereyesoffthesightofhimliftingabottleofCrowntohismouthandtakinga
longswigashewatchedherovertherim.Hewasshirtless,andDelilahcouldseehis
tattooed,muscularchest.Thedarklinesofinkthatlinedonhispectoralmuscle,right
underaskulltattoohadhereyesrivetedtothespot.Itwasatattooallmembersinthe
Death’sDoorMCgot,butnottheonlyone.Shelethergazerunalongthatmenacing
darkOldEnglishscriptthatwasinkedintohisskin.

LIVEHARD.
FUCKROUGH.
RIDEFREE.
PinkiecameovertoTorque,leaneddown,andwhisperedsomethingintohisear.

ButTorquepushedheraway,shakinghisheadhard,hisfocusstillonDelilah.

“Comeon,babygirl.”Vain’svoicewashardandrough,andsheknewshewasn’t

hidingheremotionwellenough.

TheflareofTorque’snostrilsandthewayhestaredatherasifheknewexactly

whatshewasgoingthrough,andexactlyhowshefelt,wascrystalclear.Shewanted
him,hadwantedhimforalongtime,andithadonlygrew.Vainhadhisarmaround
Delilahandwassteeringheroutsidebefore.

SheshruggedoffVain’sholdwhentheysteppedoutsideandwentstraightforher

car.Shewasinit,theenginecranked,andpeelingoutoftherebeforeshestopped
herselfandwentbacktoTorque.Hewasalsotoooldforher,andgettinginvolvedwith
abikerwasnotsomethingshewanted.

Right?
ThebestthingshecoulddowasforgetaboutTorque,forgetaboutwhatshewanted

himtodotoher,andfocusongettingherdegreesoshecouldstartafutureawayfrom
RushFalls.Butsheknewthatwasgoingtobeahellofaloteasiersaidthandone.

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Fouryearslater

orquewasoutofthebathroom,hisbodywetfromtheshower,histhroatdry.He

neededastiffdrink,ormaybehejustneededaride.

No,IneedDelilah.
Hell,hehadn’tgottenlaidin,what,fourfuckingyears?Scrubbingahandoverhis

face,heknewhewouldn’tjustbeabletofuckanyfemale.

Iwantonewoman,oneIcanneverhave,andfuckifit’snotgivingmeblueballs.
HepushedallthoughtsofDelilahoutofhishead.Butheknewitwouldonlylastso

long.Shewasalwaysonhismind.Hell,hejerkedofftothoughtsofher,onlyher.
Alwaysher.

Hepickedhisjeansoffthefloorandshovedhislegsthroughthem.Thenhegrabbed

hisT-shirtandthenhiscutthathungoverthebackofachairandputthembothon.
BeingaNomadfortheDeath’sDoorMCmeanthehadconnections,hadaplacetogoif
heneededitandbrotherstobackhimup,buthehadnoroots.ThatwashowTorque
likedit.Hedidn’twanttolaydownahomeinonespecificplace.Helikedtheopen
road,likedtakinghisHarleywhereverthehellhewanted,evenifthatmeanthespent
thenightinafuckingfieldwiththeopenskyashisroof.

Torquehadbeenintheclubforalongtime,sincehisearltwenties.Buthe’dnever

beenaPatch,neverwantedtobetieddown.Buthealsowouldn’tleavetheclub.They
werefamilywhetherhewasamemberornot.So,he’dbeendoingrunsfortheMC
chapterlocatedinRushFalls.Coloradowasanicestatebutdefinitelynotwherehe
wantedtosetupshopforhimself.Withnooldlady,nokids,andnohome,Torquewas
aforty-five-year-oldbikerwithanasty-assattitude,alotofpent-upanger,andthe
violencethatwasfueledbythatrage.Hedidn’tcarewhohetookoutiftheycrossedhis
path,didn’tcareaboutanythingasidefromhisnextstop.Maybeonedayhe’dslow
down,getanicecabinisolatedfromothers,andliveouttherestofhisdayswithhis.45
onhisrightsideandabottleofJackonhisleft.

Hehadaboutadozen.38SpecialsinhispackthatheneededtogettoBrackStringer,

theRushFallsMCpresident.Afterhewasdonedoingbusinessheplannedon
disappearingforawhile,justgettinglostwherevertheroadtookhim.He’dchillfora
fewdaysintheirclubhouseandkeeptheclubpussyoffhim.Theyservednoreal

purposeasidefromservicingthebrothersinanyshape,way,orformtheysawfit.Club
whoressureasfuckdidn’texpectanythingasidefromsomedeepdicking,andmaybe
beingpickedupbyabrotherastheiroldlady.Butthatwasn’tsomethingTorquewould
everdelveinto,notwithoneofthem,ever.

Hispastandbackgroundwerefartoofuckeduptosettledownwithfemale,

especiallyoneassweetandinnocentasDelilah.Buttherewasonlyoneproblemwith
headingbacktoRushFalls,andthatwasintheformofbigtits,longlegs,andanass
juicyenoughthatallhecouldthinkaboutwasfuckingit.

She’salsothesweetestthingI’deverhaveinmymiserablelife.
AndthatproblemhappenedtobeBrack’sdaughter,andtotallyoff-fucking-limitsto

Torque,aswellasanyothermember.

Fuck,hisdickstartedtogethardatjustthethoughtofher.Shewasyoungasshit,

abouthalfhisfuckingage,andBrackhaddoneaprettygoodfuckingjobatkeepingher
awayfromtheclub.Butbeingthepresidentandhavingtheclubbehislifemeantthat
wasahellofaloteasiersaidthandone.

Whatreallyendeduphappeningwasshewasattheclubmoretimesthannot,since

thatwaswhereBrackwasmostofthetime.Thebrothersbecameherfamilyand
protectedherlikeshewastheirown,andDelilahhadbeenthebikerbratshewasborn
tobe.Delilah’sbitchofamomdroppedheroffatBrack’sdoorstepwhenshewasonly
three,andBrackhadn’tknownwhatinthehelltodo.Buthefoundoutfastenough
howtoraisealittlegirl,andshequicklybecamehisprideandjoy.

ButDelilahwasahardheadedlittlething.Justlikeherdad.Hehadseenenough

argumentsbetweenherandBrackthatmadehimcringe,becauseifithadbeenanyone
elsescreamingandpitchingfitsatthefierce-as-fuckDeath’sDoorpresident,they’dbe
sixfeetunderfromabulletwoundtotheirhead.ButBracklovedDelilahsomuchhe
putupwithhershit.

Hell,itwasprettyfuckingsadTorqueknewsomuchabouther,likesomekindof

damnstalker.Hehadevenconsideredatonepointbecomingafullmemberwith
them.Buthehadn’tgiventhatalotmorethoughtsincetheideamadehimitchyas
fuck,andhewasafraidhewoulddosomethinghewouldregret—andthatwouldmost
likelygethimkilled.Hecouldn’tcountthenumberoftimeshehadpassedthrough
RushFalls,seenherfine-lookingassattheclubhouse,andcouldonlythinkabout
fuckingtheshitoutofher.Infact,hethoughtaboutthelasttimehehadseenher,
whichwasyearsago…alifetimeago.Shehadbeenreallyfuckingyoung,eighteenand
legal,butstillinnocent.

Beforeshe’dbeenlegalshe’dbeennothingmorethanBrack’sdaughter,afemaleto

protectaboveallelseifitcamedowntoit.Buteventhoughhe’dstayedaway,she’d
alwaysbeenonhismind,alwaysbeenaconstantinhislife.He’dseenpicturesofher,
hadheardfromBrackhowshewasdoing,howsmartandbeautifulshewas.Hell,Brack
wasoneprotectivebastard,butTorquedidn’tblamehim.

AndTorqueknewseeingherassomethingmorethanBrack’slittlegirlmeanthe

neededtostaythefuckback.Hescrubbedahandoverhisface,rememberingtheone
timehe’dfeltlikeabastard.Ithadbeenfouryearsagoandshe’dshownupatthe
clubhouse.Whenshe’dseenwhatoneoftheclubwhoreswasdoingtohim,thelookon
herfacehadstruckhimdeepinthechest.Hehadfeltlikeamotherfucker.

Delilahhadshownalotoffuckingemotion,whethersheknewitornot,buthe

hadn’tpushedawaytheCherry.Thesluthadsuckedhisdickuntilhecame,andbeing
thebastardhewas,TorquehadcomethinkingaboutDelilahandbeingballs-deepin
her.He’dthoughtaboutherbeinghis,aboutclaimingher,makingherhisoldlady.
God,thepossessivesideofhimwasstrongforher.

Buthehadstayedawayforthemostpart.He’dtriedtoforgetaboutDelilah.Buthe

hadn’tbeenableto.She’dchangedsomethinginsideofhim.

Fuck,hewasadamnbastardforthethingshe’dthoughtaboutconcerningDelilah.

Itwassickandtwistedshit,thekindofstuffsomeonedidn’tdotoagoodgirllikeher,
andwouldhaveherscreamingandrunningintheotherdirection.AndDelilahwasa
goodgirl,nomatterwhoherdadwasorthelifeshewassurroundedby.Shewasjustso
damninnocent,andnotatallliketheloose,skankyclubwhoreswhohungaroundand
spreadtheirlegsatthesnapofafinger.

Hewantedtospankher,pullherhair,andfeelhernailsrakedownhisbackashe

fuckedherhard.She’dberawfromhiscockbutstillbegformorewerethefilthygood
thingshewantedwithher.Hepalmedhiscockthroughhisjeansandcursed.He
unzippedhisjeans,pulledouthisdick,andbracedahandonthelittledeskpushedup
againstthewall.Hejerkedhimselfofflikesomekindofvirginalteenagertoanimage
ofafemalehecouldneverhave.

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eingthedaughterofamotorcycleclub’spresidentwasn’tallflowersandtiaras.

TherewasalotofshitDelilahStringerhadseengrowingupbeingabikerbrat,andalot
ofshitshewishedshecoulderasefromhermemory.Butonthetailendoftherandom
sexthatwentonintheclubhouse,thecoarselanguage,andtheviolencethat
surroundedtheclubonmoredaysthanshecaredtoadmit,Delilahwouldn’tchange
anyofit.

SheparkedherMustanginanemptyspotinfrontoftheclubhouseandcutthe

engine.TherewasarowofHarleyslinedupofftotheside,andthehugegaragedoor
wasopen.Thegaragewasn’tabusiness,justwheretheguyscouldworkontheirbikes
andcars.Mostofthemhadalotofdifferenttradesundertheirbelts,themajoritybeing
talentedintheillegalvariety,buttheyallknewhowtofixshit.ShestaredatRingo,who
gothisnamebecausehewasadeadringerfortheBeatlesdrummer.Hewascurrently
underthehoodofMalice’struck.Climbingoutofhercar,shegrabbedthefilethatheld
receiptsfromthe“familybusiness”thatneededtobetalliedup.Theclubdidalotof
stuffthatwouldlandtheminprison—andinfacthadatsomepointintheirlives.

“Hey.”
ThesoundofatoolclangingonthecementwasfollowedbythenoiseofRingo

hittinghisheadonsomethingunderthecar.Delilahshouldn’thavelaughed,butwhen
Ringogotoutfromunderthetruckwithgreasesmearedacrosshisface,shecouldn’t
helpit.Hewastoooldtobeunderanyvehicle,butthebastardlikedtokeepbusy.

“Hey,sweetheart,”Ringogreetedher.Hewastheoldestmemberintheclub,andat

seventy-threekeptupwitheveryoneelse.

“Mydadhere?Ididn’tseehistruckorbike.”
Ringowipedhishandsonagreasyragthatwouldservelittlepurposeingetting

themclean.“Yeah,he’sinthere.JustgotbackwithMalice.”Shedidn’tmisshowRingo
didn’tgiveheranymoreinformation.Itwasobviouslyclubbusiness,thereforeno
concernofhers,evenifshewastheprez’sdaughter.

“Okay,thanks.”Sheturnedtogoinside,butRingo’svoicestoppedher.
“Justaheads-up—”
Shelookedoverhershoulder.
“Pinkie’sinthere.”
Delilahgrittedherteethandforcedherselfnottogroanaloud.Pinkieandherdamn

sluttyass.

Ringohelduphishands.“Don’tshootthemessenger,sweetie.Ijustwantedyouto

knowsoseeingherwasn’tashock.Iknowyoutwodon’tgetalong,andIdon’twantto
knowwhy.”

No,itneverwasashock,becausePinkiehadtobethebiggestCherryofthemall.

Shewasnowinherthirties,butlookedrodehardandputawaysoakingwet.Evenall
theseyearslatershestillmadeoff-the-wallcommentsaboutTorqueandhisbigdick,
eventhoughDelilahknewpinkiehadn’tfuckedhim.Althoughpussywasprettyhigh
onthebikerslistofpriorities,especiallyonestheythoughtwereagoodfuck,Torque
hadturnedPinkiedown.

Infact,DelilahhaneverseenTorquewithanywoman.
Yeah,justthinkingaboutherpissedDelilahoff,andeversincethenshetendedto

steerclearoftheCherryortherewouldbeanall-outbrawlbetweenthem,andDelilah
wouldripthoseextensionsrightoutofherbleach-blondehead.

“Thatbitchneedstogetalifeandleavetheclubalone.Idon’tknowwhytheykeep

herdirtyassaround.”

Ringosnorted.“Girl,youknowyourpopain’tgonnagetridofherunlessshereally

fucksshitup.Youcouldtellhimtokickherassout.He’dlistentoyouevenifshe’sthe
mostpopularCherryintheclub,andsucksdicklikeadamn—”

DelilahcutoffRingowithafirmshakeofherhead.“Noway.Idon’twanttoknow

anymore,sodon’tgothere.IalreadyseemoreassinthisplacethanIeverneededto
inmyentirelife,buthearingabouther—”Sheshookherheadagain.“Don’teven,
Ringo.”Mostoftheguystriedtocensorwhattheysaidaroundherbecausetheystill
sawherasalittlegirl,andsomeonetobeprotected.Also,Ringowasn’tonetomincehis
wordsnomatterwhoapersonwas.Hehelduphishandsinsurrenderandturnedto
finishworkingonthetruck.

No,shewasn’tgoingtosayanythingtoherfather.Shecouldhandleherself,and

tellingBrackanythingwouldmakeherfeellikeasnitch.

Delilahpulledopenthedoor,andthescentsofbeerandcigarettesmokefilledthe

air.Itwasearlyinthemorning,andthelightsweredim.Theplacewasafreaking
wreck,withbeerandliquorbottles,half-nakedfemalessprawledoutacrossthe
furniture,andyeah,thereweresomemembersunderthosebodies.Dixonpusheda
broomacrossthefloor,makingapileofdirtwithsomecondomwrappersandeven
usedonesthrowninthere.Delilahwrinkledhernose.Shedidn’tseePinkie,andmost
likelyshewasinoneofthebackroomswithamember,suckinghimoff.Ugh,dirty
slut.

“Hey,girl.”Dixonproppedherselfuponthebroomandsmiled.Shewasan

attractiveolderwomanthatDelilahwasprettysurewasgivinglapdancestoRingo.
Yeah,thatwasn’tasightshewantedtovisualize.

“You’rehereearly.”
Dixonrolledhereyesandlookedaround.“Yeah,cameintoprepforabigdinnerfor

theguysandtheirfamilies,butlookslikeI’llspendmostofthemorningcleaningup.”
Dixonshruggedandwentbacktosweeping.“Thisisthelife,Iguess.”

Delilahshookherheadandmadeherwayacrosstheroom,movedoverbodiesand

garbage,andsteppedintotheoffice.Sheshutthedoorandtossedthefileonthescarred

desk.Theofficelookedlikeshehadwalkedintotheseventieswithitsyellowshag,
fadedandtornbrownchair,andpostersonthewallofFarrahFawcettlook-alikes
hangingnakedoverHarleys.Justasshesatinthechair,therewasaknockonthedoor.

“Yeah?”Delilahmovedbackandlookedoveratthedoor.
Dixonpusheditopenandleanedagainsttheframe.“Youaregoingtoeatdinner

heretonight,right?”

Delilahsmiled.
“Ofcourse.YouknowI’dratherhangoutwithyouguysthanspendaSaturdaynight

aloneatmyplace.”

Dixongaveherawarmsmile,andthecornersofhereyesandmouthwrinkled

fromtheact.Atfifty-oneDixonwasgorgeous,andherwarmpersonalityandcaring
naturemadeherseemalotyounger.Delilahdidn’tknowhowshehadgotteninvolved
withtheclubbutassumedithadsomethingtodowithRingosincenoonebuthim
touchedher.

“Good.Bebackherearoundeight,sweetheart.”Dixonshutthedoorbehindher.
Delilahrestedherheadonthebackofthechair.Thethinghadtobeasoldasher

andsmelledlikemoldanddirt,butitwasoneofthemostcomfortablepiecesof
furnitureintheplace.ShehadthoughtaboutleavingRushFalls,goingtocollegein
anothercity,maybeevenDenverorBoulder,butattheendofthedayshehadn’tbeen
abletodoit.Soshehadfinishedschoolhere,gottenherdualbusinessandaccounting
degree,andstayedintheonlyplaceshehadevercalledhome.Nowshehelpeddothe
booksfortheclub’slegitimatebusinesssellinghuntingequipmenttothehugehunting
communityinthistown.Themoneywasdecentbutdidn’tbringinnearlyasmuchas
theiron-the-sidejobs,whateverthosemaybe.

Delilahdidn’taskwherethewadsofcashcamefrombecause,honestly,she

wouldn’thavegottenanansweranyways.Whatshedidknowwasthatitwasprobably
bloodmoney,comingfromguns,drugs,orboth.Sheshouldhavefeltguiltyandwrong
forlivingthislife,butthiswastheonlykindoflifethathadeveropeneditsarmsand
acceptedher.Notevenhermomhadwantedher,butthentherewereeightbig,burly,
andmeaner-than-hellbikerswhotreatedherlikeshewastheirlittlegirlwhenshewas
onlythattooneofthem.

Shedrummedherfingersonthedeskandstaredatthewater-stainedceiling.There

werealotoffucked-upthingsinthisworld,andmaybeshewasinthethickofit,but
hell,shewouldn’tchangeitforanything.Maybeonedayshewouldspreadherwings
andleavetheclubtostartherlifeinabigcity.

Oh,whowasshekidding?Thiswasherlife,andnooneleftRushFallsortheMC.

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orquepulledhisbiketoastopinfrontofthemetalgatethatblockedofftherestof

theworldfromthatofthefierceDeath’sDoorMC.Thevideocameramountedtothe
topofthewallflashedred,andhestaredintoit.Secondslaterthegateslidopen,andhe
droveuptheshortincline.HebackedhisbikebesidetherowofHarleysparkedalong
thefromofthebuildingandcuttheengine.Dismountingandpullinghishelmetoff,he
lookedaround.

Therewereafewprospectsofftothecornersmoking,andafewofhisbrothers

wereinthegaragelookingovertheinsideofatruck.Hewhistledandthreeofthem
lookedup.Torquegrabbedhispackoffthebackofhisbikeandpressedittohisside.
Theweightwasheavy,butthenagainthatwaswherethegunswerehidden.

Thethreebig-assbikersmadetheirwaytowardhim,andheinstantlyrecognized

them.Ringowaslimpingbehindtheothertwo.Ace,theVP,andVain,Brack’sSergeant
atArms,methimhalfway.Theyslappedeachotheronthebackingreeting.

“Shit,man,it’sbeenawhilesinceIsawyouhere,Torque.”Ace,withhisdarkbrown

hairtiedatthenapeofhisneck,babyblueeyes,andsmilethathaddroppedalotof
fuckingpanties,wasthewooerofthischarter.Torquehadseenthewayhesweet-
talkedthebitchesintogoingbackwithhim.Hell,therewereenoughCherrygirls
hangingaroundtheclubthathejustneededtosnaphisfingersandthey’dbeontheir
kneessuckinghisdick.Butnope,Acewasallabouttalkingsweettothefemales.For
suchaprettyboy,Acedidn’tfuckaroundwhenitcametogettingthejobdone,backing
uptheclub,andputtinganyassholeinhisplace.

“Yeah,beenontheroadforawhile.Butgotadeliveryforyourprez.”Torquelooked

around.“WhereisBrackanyway?”

“HeandMaliceareinside.He’sbeenexpectingyou,”Vainsaidandchewedonthe

endofatoothpick.Thesickassholeshadhisshadeson,andTorquecouldn’tgaugethe
guy’smood.TheSergeantatArmswasanasty,mean-spiritedprick,buthegotshit
done,didn’tputupwithanything,andmadesomeoftheshitTorquehaddonetoguys
looklikeawalkincandy-coatedfields.TorquesupposedthatwaswhyhewasBrack’s
right.

HegaveRingoahugandslappedtheoldmanontheback.Theyallheadedinside.

Theclubhouseusedtobeanoldwarehouseuntiltheclubboughtit.Ithadbeen
renovatedtokeepanyunwelcomeassholesaway.Itwasonprivatepropertywitha

gatearoundtheentireperimeter,andfarenoughfromthecenterofRushFallsthatthe
towndidn’tfuckwiththemallthatmuch,butthenagaintheyhadthepolice
departmentontheirpayroll.Shitlikethatwasnecessaryiftheydidn’twantrandom
raidsorthecopsuptheirasswhenthingsgotugly.

Assoonastheywalkedinside,thescentsofchili,cornbread,smoke,andalcohol

slammedintohim.Theclubhousewaspoppingwithactivity,withhalf-nakedbitches
allaround,grindingtheirshitonbrothers,suckingcocks,orfuckingagainstthewall.
“Lookslikeyougotthenightsetup,”Torquegruntedoutandgrinned.Itwasmoreofa
showthangenuine.

“Yeah,Dixonain’ttoohappy.”Aceleanedbackafterhespoke.“Sheplannedthis

dinnerfortheguysandtheirfamilies,butabunchofthebrothersbroughtsome
randomchickshome,alreadyhalf-wasted,andthatplankindofgotfuckedup.”

TorquelookedoveratAceandcockedabrow.
“Comeon,Brack’sbeenaskingforyou.”Vainledthemthroughthefuckfestgoing

on,andeverybrotherhepassedstoppedwhattheyweredoingtogreethim.Oncethey
wereinthemeetingroom,Vainshutthedoorandthefourofthemmovedtowardthe
tablewhereBrackandMalicewerecurrentlygoingoversomeblueprints.

“It’sgoodtoseeyou.”HeandBrackgaveeachotherahug.Brackwasabig

motherfucker,nearlyastallasTorque’sownsix-foot-three-inchframe,andjustas
muscular.Alotoftheguysintheclubwerebig,whetherfromworkingoutor
overeating,butwhattheyallhadincommonwasthattheybackedeachotherup,no
matterwhat.Brackgrinnedbroadly,andthescaronhisrightcheekstretchedacross
histannedskin.Itwasclearhehadn’tshavedinafewdays,butneitherhadTorque.
MaybeTorqueshouldjustletitgrowoutlikehalftheguyshere?“Yourridewasgood?”

“Yeah,man.Long,butyouknowIlikeitthatway.”
Brackslappedhimonthebackandnodded.“Yeah,Iknow.”
Torquesetthepackonthetable,untiedtheleather,andunrolledit.The.38

handgunsgleamedunderthelights,andeachmembergrabbedone.Theywere
checked,cocked,andsetbackonthewool.“TheRiverCitychaptersaidyoumighthave
somefunwiththese.”

AceandMalicechuckled.Vainwasstillcheckingoutoneoftheguns,disassembling

itandputtingitbacktogether.Hewasthoroughforsure.

“Thanksforhaulingit.Youcameontherightnight.Youseeallthehot-looking

pussyoutthere?”Malicesaid.

“IdidbutheardDixonain’ttoohappyaboutthat,”Bracksaidonagrunt.
“Thoughtshewasgoingtotanmyhidewhenshesawallthecuntoutthere,butI

hadnoideasheplannedonhavingafamilydinnertonight.Thatshitwouldhavebeen
usefulinformationaheadoftime,”Acesaid,andTorqueshookhisheadandlaughed.
“She’llgetoverit,though,especiallywhenRingoherelicksherpussy.”

“Shetasteslikefuckin’saltwatertaffy,”Ringosaid,andtherewasacollectivegroan

fromeveryone.

“Ringo,quitwiththecandyreferencewhenyou’retalkingaboutDixon’spussy.”Ace

grinned.“Idon’tcareaboutyouscrewingher,buthell,Iseethatwomanasamother
figure.”

“Itain’tmyproblemthepussyyougoafteristhatyoungshitthatain’teven

maturedyet.”Ringosatdownattheendofthetable.“I’mtellingyou,boys,yougoafter
someofthatfine,agedcuntandyouwon’tevergoback.”Everyoneclearedtheirthroat
whenRingostartedgoingintodetailaboutmakingreferencesaboutDixon’ssnatch.

“You’reinsane.”
MalicewasgrinningoveratRingowhenhesaidthat.Thisbrotherlybanterwas

whatTorquemissednotbeingstationedinoneplace,butthatwasit.

“Pussyislikefinewine.Itonlygetsbetterwithage,”Ringosaidandgrinnedwide.
“Thisiscomingfromsomeonewhohasn’thadanypussysinceDixoncametothe

club,andthatwaslikesevenyearsago.Maybeyoushouldhituppussythatisyoung
andtight,”Acesaid.Hereachedintotheinsideofhiscutandgrabbedajoint,putit
betweenhislips,andlittheend.

BracknudgedTorqueintheshoulderandleanedinclosetosay,“Youthinkany

moreaboutjoiningus,brother?WecouldalwaysuseanotherPatchwhoknowshow
thingsrunintheclub.”

TorquelookedoveratthemenstillgivingRingoahardtime.“I’mnotanygoodwith

roots,Brack.”Torqueranahandoverhisjawafterhemadethatstatement.

Brackreachedoverandslappedhimontheback.“Yeah,Iknow.Butifyouever

changeyourmind,thebrotherswouldlovehavingyoucomein.”

Torquenodded.Thatwastruetothenthdegree,buthestillhadanendgamein

sight,andthatwassolitudeandisolationwhenthetimecame.

D

5

ixonhadtoldDelilahtobeattheclubhouseateight,butitwasalreadynearingten

andshewasjustnowpullinguptothegate.Ofcoursetherehadbeenanissuewiththe
invoicesshewastallyingup.Shepunchedinthecode,andwhileshewaitedforthegate
toopen,shereachedintoherpurseforhercell.Shit,thedamnthingwasoff.Onceshe
haditturnedon,shesawthatDixonhadtriedcallingherafewtimesandhadevensent
heratextsayingthedinnerwascanceled.

Shedrovehercarupthedrivewayandpulledinnexttotheblacked-outvanthe

clubsometimesusedforruns.Beforesheevengotoutofthecar,shecouldhearthe
soundofLedZeppelin’s“StairwaytoHeaven”blaring.Afewprospectsstumbledoutof
thegarage,andtheirloudlaughtercouldbeheardoverthemusic.Shescannedthe
bikes,sawtheusualnumber,butthentheverylastoneinlinehadherheartbeat
increasingandhermouthgoingdry.God,she’dknownTorquewasgoingtobepassing
through,butshehadn’tknownwhen.Ithadbeenalongdamntimesinceshehadseen
him—fouryearstobeexact—andseeinghisbikeoutsidetheclubwaslikebeingright
backatthatnightwhenshewaseighteen.Delilahlookedattheclubhouseagain.Yeah,
thiswouldn’tbeaquietfamilydinnerbutinsteadanall-outkegger.“Shit.”Sheclimbed
outofthecarandheldhercovereddishoftacodip.Whatsheshoulddowasgetbackin
hercaranddrivehome.GoinginthereandseeingaCherry,mostlikelyPinkie,allover
himonceagainwouldonlypissDelilahoff,andthistimeshewouldn’twalkawaybut
finallybeatthatbitchandherfakeblondeass.Throwingafewpuncheswasalongtime
cominganyway.“Goddamnit.”Sheturnedtogetbackinhercar,becausesheknew
whatwasgoingoninthere,andthatwasnotsomethingshewantedtosee,butadeep
voicestoppedher.

“Hey,Delilah,whereyougoinginahurry?”
SheturnedwhensheheardVain’svoice.Heleanedagainstthesideofthe

clubhouse,hiddenintheshadows.Theonlythingshecouldreallymakeoutwashis
hugeformandthecigarettesmokethatbillowedoutinfrontofhim.

“Itlookslikethereisabittoomuchactiongoingoninthereforme.”
Heflickedacigarettebuttawayandpushedoffthewall.Vainemerged,andthe

shadowsmovedoverhimlikeablanketfallingaway.Allthememberswerebig,
needingthatkindofmuscleforwhattheydid:control,dominance,power.ButVain
wasadifferentbreedallhisown.

Vainlookedbehindhimatthemainclubhousedoors.“Yeah,it’sprettyintensein

there.”Heturnedbackaroundandgrinned.Hisstraightwhiteteethflashedinthe
darkness.“Dixonwasprettypissedwhenabunchoftheprospectsandsomeother
membersbroughthomesomefemales.Theywouldhaveclearedouttheclubhouseif
shesaidso,butbythenshewasalreadypissed.”

“Shegohome?”
Vainstartedchucklingandshookhishead.“Hellno.Ringotookherintheback

room.Ithinkheprobablyconvincedherthatifshegavehimalapdance,she’dfeel
better.”

“Ew.IloveRingo,butthat’snotwhatIwanttohear.”
Vainlaughedatherstatement.“Iknow,babygirl,butit’sfunnyasfucktoseeyour

facewhenyouhearthatshit.”Vainmightbegrumpytoeveryoneelse,butheopened
upalittletoher,andsheknewheonlyletherseethispart.“Besides,Torquecameinto
townandtheyaregettingblitzedinthere.”

Shelookedoveratthedoorsbutofcoursecouldn’tseeanything.Hewasinthere.

WhenshelookedatVainagain,itwastoseehimwatchingherintently.Nothinggotby
themembers,andrightnowshehadnodoubtspokenloudandclear,justlikeshehad
fouryearsago.

Vaingotoutanothercigaretteandlittheend.Itburnedabrilliantredasheinhaled,

andthenheexhaledslowly.“Youbetterbecareful,Delilah.”Hetookanotherdrag.

“What?”sheasked.“Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.”Butsheknewthe

answerbeforeheevenresponded.

“Youdorealizethatyou’reshitatlying,right,babygirl?Andthatyouletyour

emotionscomethroughlikeadamnracecar?”Vaininhaledoncemorefromhis
cigarette.“HowlonghaveIknownyou,Delilah?”

God,ifthiswasn’tawkwardashell.Shestaredintothehandsomefaceoftheman

whohadbeenaroundforlongerthanshecouldevenremember.Markus“Vain”
Tallmadgewas,atfifty-one,ayearolderthanherfather,buttheonlyplaceheworehis
agewasinhisdemeanor.Hewasruggedlyhandsome,aswereallofthem,butshehad
alwaysfeltthisdarknessthatheharboredinside.Itwasthoseshadowsthatmadehima
veryscaryman.

“Alongtime,Vain.”
Henoddedslowlyandtookanotherdragfromhissecondcigarette.“Yeah,sincethe

firstdayyoucameintoBrack’slife.”

Sheswallowedhardwhenhemovedasteptoward.Shewasn’tscaredofanyofthe

menintheMC,butthereweretimesshefeltintimidatedbecausetheycouldread
peoplesoeasily.

“Youcan’thidemuch,especiallyfromme.ThefewtimesI’veseenyouaround

Torque,therehasbeenthatlookinyoureye.”

Sheshiftedonherfeetandtightenedhergriponhercovereddish.“Idon’thaveany

lookinmyeyewhenhe’saround.”Delilahdidn’ttakeshitfromanyone,couldholdher
own,andthatwasthankstotheenvironmentshehadgrownupin,butthiswas
somethingshewasn’tabouttobackdownfrom.Nowaywasshegoingtotalkabout
whatshereallywantedfromTorque.Itwasbadenoughthatshehadneverhadareal
boyfriend.Growingup,theguyswhodatedhertendedtobeleeryofevenholdingher

handwhentheywereforcedtopickherupattheclubhousesotheguyscould
“introduce”themselves.Tosayhersexlifewaslackingwastheunderstatementofthe
century.Beingavirginattwenty-twowasn’thorrible,buthell,whensexwasallaround
heranditwastheseguysbanginganythingwithavagina,itmadethemlooklike
hypocritesforthinkingsheshouldn’thavesexherselfuntilshewasmarriedandasold
astheywere.

“I’mnottalkingaboutanyofthiswithyou,Vain.”Shetriedtosoundlikethis

conversationwasn’tgettingtoher,butsheknewnothinggotpastVain.

Hestaredatherforamomentasifappraisingwhatshewasthinking,andthen

shrugged.“Delilah,I’mnotyouroldman,notgoingtotryandfatheryouorgiveyou
advice.Noneofushaveanyrighttoharponyouandthechoicesyouwanttomakein
youradultlife,butwewillcontinuetoprotectyou.”Hetookanotherlonginhalefrom
hiscigarette.“AllI’msayingisbecareful.Beverycareful,becauseyouhaven’tseenthe
wayTorquelooksatyouwhenhethinksnooneiswatching.”

HerheartstartedtoraceatVain’swords.Torquelookedatheracertainway?Away

thatmadeVainpointitouttoherlikeawarning.

“AndIalsowantyoutorememberhowyoufeltwhenyousawthatpussyallover

himallthoseyearsago.Ithurtyou,babygirl,hehurtyou,andhewillagain.It’sinhis
nature.ANomaddon’twantanythinggoodandrighttosettledownwith.Theywant
easyandfast,andthentheycanmoveontothenextthing.Youfeelme?”

“Yeah,Iunderstandyou,butI’manadult,Vain.AndIknowwhatIshouldand

shouldn’tdo.”

Henoddedslowly,anditannoyedherthathewasn’tsayinganything.
“Nothingisgoingtohappen,ever,”shesaidwithastrongervoiceandstraightened.
Heflickedthebuttawaybutdidn’tsayanythingforseverallongseconds.“Good,

babygirl,becauseyouknowwhathappenstoamemberthattouchestheprez’s
daughter.”Hedidn’tphraseitlikeaquestion.

Yeah,sheknewwhathappened,oratleastthetipoftheiceberg.Abeatdownwasa

given,mostlikelyfromherfather,butshedidn’truleouttheothermembersjoiningin.
Shedidn’tthinktheywouldtakebacktheirPatchoffer,butherbeingBrack’sdaughter
madeherforbidden,especiallytomembersoftheMC.Delilahhadneverwantedtobe
withamember,hadneverwantedherlifetobethatdeep.Andthatwaswhatwould
happenifshewereanoldlady.

“Now,whydon’tyoujustheadbackhomeandI’lltellBrackyoucameby?”
Shenodded,becausethatwouldhavebeenthesmartthingtodo.Isthatwhatshe

did?Hellno.“I’mfine,Vain.Infact,Iwilljustsetthedipdowninsidefortheguysand
theirbeermunchies,grabsomefilesthatIcandoathome,andthengetthehelloutof
here.”Shedidn’twaitforVaintorespond,justwalkedpasthim.Insteadofgoingtothe
frontdoors,shehadthebrainstogointhroughtheback,awayfromthepartyand
hopefullynotseeingalotofass,dick,andtits.Thebackdoorwaslocked,butshe
grabbedherkeysfromherpurseandpushedthedooropenwhensheunlockedit.

Thebackhallwaywasdimlylit.Shedidn’tbotherturningthelightson.Shepassed

closedbedroomdoors.Judgingbythesoundsofskinbeingslappedfollowedbyfemale
moans,thatwasn’twhattheywerecurrentlybeingusedfor.Shetookaleftandheaded
intoheroffice,andthesoundofthepartygoingonrightontheothersidewasn’tmuted

intheslightest.Settingthedishonthedesk,shegrabbedafewfilesshehadforgottento
takewithherearlier,shovedthemintoherpurse,andpickedupthedishagain.She’d
justwalkintothemainarea,setthedishonthebar,andleave,allthewhilekeepingher
headloweredandhereyestrainedonherfeet.

Delilahheadedtowardthedoorandturnedoffthelight.Shewasabouttoleave

whenherphonestartedvibrating.Shegrabbedherphoneoutofherpurseandlooked
downatthetextthatcamethrough.Beforeshecouldreallystarttoreadit,she
slammedintoahardchest,causinghertostumblebackanddropthedish.Itfelltothe
ground,andthesoundofceramicbreakingwasbarelyablipoveralltherestofthe
noise.

“Ohfuck,sorry.”
Delilahstilledatthatdeep,baritonevoicethatinstantlyhadashiverworkingover

herentirebody.Sheliftedhergazefromthemassacreoftacodipontheground,
traveledthemupthethighsthatwereasthickandmuscularastreetrunks,andovera
flatabdomenonwhichshecouldseetheridgesofhissix-pack.Sheshouldhavebeena
littlestealthierinherappraisal,butitwaslikehercommonsensehadleftherthe
momentsheheardTorquespeak.Sheskimmedhergazeoverhisbroad,flat,and
equallyhardchest,sawtheedgesofhistattoospeekingoverthecollarofhiswhitetee,
andswallowedthelumplodgedinherthroat.Whenshefinallymadeherascenttohis
face,itfeltlikeshehadbeenstaringathimforalong-asstime,butsheknewithadonly
beenafewseconds.

“Ididn’tmeantospillyourshit,Delilah.”
HerpulseracedwhenTorquesaidhername.Hisdarkeyeswerebloodshot,andthe

scentofalcoholthatcamefromhimwasthick.Shedidn’tmisshowheswayedtothe
sidebutreachedoutandplacedhispalmonthewallrightbesideher.Heleanedin.It
wasn’tbecausehewantedclosertoher.Itwasbecausehehadshittybalancerightnow.
Evenknowingthatdidn’tlessenDelilah’sarousal.

“It’sfine.”Sheswallowedagain,butgoddamnit,thelumpinherthroatwouldn’t

budge.Hisdarkhairwasshorterthanthelasttimeshehadseenhim,andonlyreached
thenapeofhisneck.Hewasn’thandsomeinanysenseoftheword,butmoresohad
thisrugged,wornlookthatmadehimirresistibletoher.Hisnosewasstraightandhis
lipswerefull,hisjawwassquare,andthedarkstubblethatcoveredhischeekshadher
thinkingaboutwhatitwouldfeellikescrapingalongherinnerthighsasheateherout.
Shit.Shewassounbelievablywet.

Hebreathedoutheavilyandloweredhisgazetoherlips.
“It’skindoflateforyoutobeout,isn’tit?”Therewasaslightslurinhisvoice.She

knewenoughaboutthistypeofmanthatalthoughhewastrashed,hewasawarewhat
hewasdoing.Hejustdidn’tgiveashit.

Delilahglancedaroundhisarmtowardthearchwaythatledintothemainarea

wherethepartywasgoingfullforce,whereherfatherwas.

“Baby,nooneislucidenoughintheretocomesaveyou.”Hegrinned,allstraight

whiteteeththatremindedherofsomekindofpredator.Shetriednottoletthefactthat
hecalledherbabyaffecther,buthell,hearinghisdeep,slightlyscratchyvoicesaying
thatonewordwaslikeanauditoryorgasm.Heshifted,andthechainheworeattached
tohiswalletclankedtogether.Thesmellofleatherfromhiscutintensifiedwhenhe

moved.

“I’mnotlookingforanyonetosaveme.”Evensheheardhowbreathyhervoice

sounded.Thelongershestoodthere,themoreshebecameapuddleofliquid,and
jumpingtoconclusionswasaveryrealthreat.Sheduckedoutofthecageofmuscle
andleatherthatsurroundedher,andgotonherhaunchestocleanupthemess.But
whenshefeltTorque’swarm,humidbreathbrushoverthenapeofherneckandfelt
hisbodyheatslamintoher,shecouldn’thelpbutclosehereyes.

Thismanwaspotent,farstrongerthananybottleofwhiskeyorillicitdrug.Thefact

thatshehadlosthermindhadherswayingasifsheweretheonedrunk.Shebraced
herhandonthefloorsoshedidn’tfallonherface,butagaspleftherwhenajagged
pieceofbrokenceramicslicedrightintoherpalm.Beforesheknewwhatwas
happening,Torquehadhisbighandsunderherarmsandhadheroffthefloor.He
pulledherwithimpressivebalanceandconcentrationbackdownthehallwayand,
whenhefoundanemptyroom,hadherinsideofitwiththedoorclosedonlyminutes
later.

“Sit.”Hisgruffvoicebrokerednoargument,andwhenhegentlypushedheronto

thebed,shewasforcedtositontheedgeofit.

Allshecoulddowasstareathiminshock.Blooddrippeddownherforearm,but

beforeitfelltothefloor,Torquewasbackinfrontofher,kneeling,andhadarag
wrappedaroundherhand.

“Ishouldn’thavegottenalluponyoulikethat.Itwasmyfault.”
“No,stuffhappens.”Theroomwasdark,withonlytheglowfromtheparkinglot

lightsstreamingthroughtheblindstoaffordanykindofvisualofwhatwasgoingon.
Forseveralslightlyawkwardmomentsneithersaidanything,butshefelthisstareon
her.Delilahfocusedherattentionontheragthatwaswoundtightlyaroundherhand.
Finallyhepulleditoff,andshecouldseethebleedinghadalreadystopped.

Hewasupandinthebathroomimmediately,andthenhewasbackinfrontofher

withawetclothandafirst-aidkit.“I’mshitatmendingothersbuthavepatchedmyself
upplentyoftimes,soIthinkIcoulddoadecentjob.”Hewipedallthebloodaway,and
thecornerofhismouthcockedup.

“Thanks.”
Henoddedandgruntedinresponse,andnowitwasherturntosmile.Hecleaned

herhandandplacedapieceofgauzeonthecut,whichwassmallashellforhowmuch
ithurt.“Youwon’tneedstiches.”Hewrappedmoregauzearoundherhand,andwhen
itwassecure,heleanedback.

“Ishouldprobablygetoutthereandcleanitup.”Thepositionhewasinhadhalfhis

faceshroudedinshadows,butshesawhisgazetrainedrightonher.“Idon’twant
Dixontohavetocleanupmymess.”Herwordscameoutfarsofterthanshehad
meant,butstillneithermoved.

“Ithoughtmaybeyouwouldhavebeenmarriedwithacoupleofkidsbynow.”
Hercheeksbecamewarm,butshewasn’tabouttotellhimshehadneitherofthose

things,andinfacthadn’tevengottentofirstbase.“No.Ihaven’tfoundanyonethat
reallycaughtmyinterestanddoesn’tpissthemselveswhentheyfindoutwhoI’m
affiliatedwith.Callmecrazy,butIdon’twanttobesaddledwithadouche.”

Torquechuckleddeeplyandshookhishead.

“But,uh,nooldladyforyou,huh?”Sheshouldn’thaveaskedthat,becausehonestly

sheknewhedidn’thaveanyone.Shesupposedshejustwantedtohearhimsayit.

Andforwhatpurpose,Delilah?
“I’mnotreallythetypeofguytosettledown.”
Yeah,sheprettymuchgotthat.Hestood,butbecauseshewasstillsitting,thatput

hiscrotchrightatlevelwithherface.Shecurledheruninjuredhandintoafistand
slowlytrailedhergazeuptohisface.

“I’mbarelycontrollingmyselfasitis,Delilah.”
Herchestroseandfellwiththeforceoftryingtogetenoughoxygenintoherlungs,

butshewasgrowinglight-headedregardless.“What?”Itseemedwhenherlust
poundedinsideofher,shewasnothingmorethanaone-wordkindofgirl.Torque
madeherthisway,andsheknewhealwayswould.

“Baby,ifyoukeeplookingatmelikeyouwantmetofuckyou,thenthat’swhatI’m

goingtodo.”Shewatchedashisjawhardened.“Infact,I’vehadenoughtodrinkthat
eventhoughIknowwhatIwanttodotoyouwilllikelygetmyasshandedtomeby
yourdadandtheothermembers,atthispointIamsofuckinghardupforyourpussyI
don’tevencare.”

Hertonguefeltswollen,asdidtherestofherbody.Herclitthrobbed,andher

nipplesweresohardshewouldn’thavebeensurprisedifthedamnthingsripped
throughthethinmaterialofhertop.“Ithinkyou’retoodrunktoknowwhatyou’re
saying.”Sheneededtogetoutofthisroomrightnoworshe’dbeliabletodosomething
thatwouldmostlikelyenduphavingherregretitinthemorning.

Shestood.Theywerenowface-to-face,andalthoughtheywereonlyinchesapart,

Torquedidn’tmove.Hewasatleastafoottallerthanhermeaslyfive-foot-two-inch
frame,soshewasforcedtocraneherneckbacktolookhimintheeye.God,hewasjust
sobigandmasculine,andalthoughDelilahwasn’talittlethingbyanymeans,even
consideredherselfmoreonthethickside,thismanmadeherfeelpetiteineveryway
imaginable.Beforeshecouldmoveaway,heshothishandout,grabbedachunkofher
hair,andyankedherheadbackuntilherthroatwasbaredtohim.Thestingofpain
fromhisforcefultouchonlyamplifiedthelustburninginsideofher.Shepartedher
lips,notknowingifshewasgoingtotellhimtostoporbeghimformore.

“Baby,IknowwhatthefuckI’msaying,andwhoI’msayingitto.”Heleanedin

closeuntilshefeltthebrushofhislipsalonghers.Hedidn’taddanypressure,justheld
themtherelikehewassomekindofsadistandwasgettingoffonthefactthatshewas
squirmingfromhistorture.“IknowthatifIweretofucktheprez’sdaughter,I’dgeta
fuckingbeatingthatwouldprobablyleavemebleedingoutofmyears.”Hisbreathwas
warmandsmelledofwhiskey,butthesweetscenthadherpussyclenching.“Butyou
knowwhat,baby?”Hedidn’tgiveherachancetospeak.“Ihavewantedyourassfor
farlongerthanIamevencomfortableadmitting,andIknowyouwantmydickburied
deepinsideofthatsweetlittlepussyofyourstoo.”

“OhGod.”
Hechuckleddeeplyandshookhishead,whichhadhislipsbrushingbackandforth

alonghers.“No,Delilah,notGod.ButI’mgoingtohaveyoucallingouthisnameasI
fuckthehelloutofyou.”Hecrushedhismouthagainsthersinanalmostbrutalway
andpressedhishard,bigbodyintohers.Hetightenedhishandsinherhair,tuggingat

thestrandsuntilthepainmorphedintopleasureandallshecouldthinkaboutwas
givingherselftoTorqueanywayhewanted.Itdidn’tmatterthatshehadneverhad
sexbefore,thatshewouldmostdefinitelybelosinghervirginitytothishardenedbiker
whoknewfartoomuchaboutsexforhercomfort,butwhohadtheexpertisetomake
surenothingwasleftout.

Heusedhismassivebodytopushherbackonthebed,butevenwiththe

momentumofthemhittingthemattress,Torqueneverbrokethealmostviolently
arousedkisshewasgivingher.Hemovedhistongueinandoutofhermouth,fucked
herbetweenthelipslikeshedesperatelywantedhimtodobetweenherthighs.Right
nowhetastedlikealcoholandsmelledlikemotoroil.Delilahdidn’tparticularlylike
thatsmellandflavor,butshit,itturnedheronsomuchshewasawet,achingmess
betweenherthighs.Hiserectionwashugeasitpressedagainsthisjeansandrightinto
thehot,throbbingspotbetweenherthighs.God,ifhefeltthisbigthroughpants,she
couldonlyimaginewhathewouldfeellikepushingallofthatinsideofher.Hishands
wereeverywhere,movingoverherarmsinanalmostbruisingmanner,andoverher
chestuntilhehadherbreastsinhishands.Hebrokethekissandleanedbackenough
tolookatwherehegropedher.

“Fuck,yourtitsaresobig.Iwasalwaysamanwhothoughtthesaying‘morethana

handfulisawaste’wasaloadofbullshit.”Heflickedhisgazetohersandsqueezedher
breastshardenoughthataflashofpainfilledherbutalsohadhernippleshardeningin
pleasure.“I’mgoingtotittyfucktheseuntilIcomealloveryou,baby.”

Herpulsedrummedinhereyes,andshewantedhimnow.Hethrusthisdick

againstherpussy,andasilentcryleftherwhenherubbedupagainstherclit.Thehard
bundlegrewevenmoreswollen,andsheknewthatitwouldn’ttakemuchtogether
off.

Torquemovedawaysohewasonhishaunchesandlethisgazemovebetweenher

legs,overherbreaststhatstrainedagainsthertop,andbackuptoherface.“Youwant
this,baby?Youwantmydickdeepinsideofyou,poundingthehelloutofyousothat
everytimeyousitdownforthenextweek,you’llknowItorethatshitup?”Hisvoice
wasdarkandrich,caressingherbodyuntilshewassecondsawayfrombegginghimto
fuckher.“Getnaked.Letmeseethosebig-asstits.”

Therewasn’tapartofherthatwassayingthiswasabadidea.Shepushedherbody

up,grabbedtheedgeofhershirt,andpulleditoverherhead.

“Nowthebra.”Hiseyeswerelockedonherchest,andsheflickedhergazedownto

thebulgeaboutreadytoburstthroughhispants.

Delilahreachedbehindherfortheclaspofherbra.Sheundiditandpulledthe

strapsoffhershoulders,downherarms,andtosseditaside.Theroomwasdark
enoughthatshedidn’tfeelself-consciousaboutthefactthatherbellywasthickerthan
she’dlike,becausethewayTorquestaredathermadeherfeellikeshewouldburn
alive.“I’ve—”

Heshookhishead,stoppingherfromsayinganythingmore.“No,baby.Idon’twant

totalk.I’vewantedyouforalongfuckingtime,andI’mnotgoingtodenymyselfany
longer.”Hepulledhisshirtoff,andtheyellowishglowfromthelightsoutsidehadlines
slashingacrosshischest.God,itwasn’tjustachest,notwiththehardmusclethat
flexedandbunched,orthefleshheusedasacanvasforallhisink.Hismassivearms

werecoveredwithdifferentdesignsfromshouldertowrist.Rightinthecenterofhis
chest,belowtheclub’ssaying,wastheMC’sbrand,andbelowthat,inhardblockletters,
wastheclub’sname.

Delilahhadalwaysbeenusedtothistypeofmale,thisbreedthatwasmore

masculine,hard,intense,andrawthananythingelse.Shejusthopedshecouldhandle
whatTorquewasabouttogiveher,andprayedthatwhenthiswasallsaidanddone,it
wouldn’tbetheworstmistakeshehadevermade.

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orquecouldn’tcontrolhimselfaroundDelilah.Notwhenthealcoholpumped

throughhisveinswithmoreintensityeverytimehisheartbeat.Heknewwhathewas
doing,knewshewasBrack’sdaughter,buthejustdidn’tgiveafuck.Heshould,buthe
didn’t.Hehadherjeansoffinamatterofseconds,andhadhishandsonherknees,
wrenchingthemopensohecouldgetanunobstructedviewofherpanty-coveredcunt.
Herbodywasmadetobefuckedhard.Shewasallcurves,allwoman,andhewasabout
todosomeseriousdamagetoherthatwouldhaveherclawingathisbackand
screamingouthisname.

“Lieonyourback.”Itwastakingalotofself-controltonotriphisfuckingpantsoff

andshovehisdickdeepinsideofher.Heneededtogoslow,becausesheseemedpretty
damninnocentandnervous,andtheonlythingthatmadesensewastheonlyguysshe
hadeverbeenwithhadbeenthosepansy-assmotherfuckersthatshehadgoneto
schoolwith.Hemovedhishandsdownherinnerthighs,andstoppedwhenhecould
frameherpussywithhisfingers.Thematerialofherpantieswassoakedrightthrough,
andhismouthwateredforataste.Heslowlyslidhishandsdownhersoftfleshand
didn’tholdinhisgroan.Hisdickthrobbed,andhecouldfeelthewetnessfromhispre-
cumstarttoseepthroughhisjeans.Hecouldn’trememberatimewhenhe’dbeenthis
hardupforafemale.

“Torque.”
Thewayshesaidhisname,allneedyanddesperate,hadhimmovingbetweenher

legs,loweringhishead,andplacinghismouthrightonhercuntthroughthematerialof
herunderwear.

“Christ,Delilah.Youtastesogood.”Thesweet,muskyflavorofherfilledhismouth,

andhegroanedagainsther.

Shegasped,nodoubtfromthevibrations,andhewantedmorefromher.Torque

wantedherscreamingasshecame,andhe’dhaveherdoingthatsoonenough.He
tightenedhisfingersintotheareawhereherthighsmetherpussyandknewthere
wouldbebruises,butthisprimal,malepartofhimwantedhismarkonher,andthat
wassomethinghehadneverexperiencedbefore.Hefoundherhardlittleclitthrough
herunderwearandsuckeditintohismouthuntilshewrithedbeneathhim.He
couldn’ttakeitanymore,becauseheneededtotasteherbareflesh.

Torquehookedhisthumbontheedgeofthematerialandpulleditaside,exposing

hercompletelynudepussylips.“Fuck,baby.”Heranhisfingeralongoneslippery,
smoothlip,thendidthesamewiththeother.“Damn,Ilikemypussyhairless,and
yoursisgoddamnperfect.”Helatchedhismouthontohercreamycunt,andshe
instantlyspearedherhandsinhishairandtuggedatthestrands.Hegruntedagainst
herflesh,butshemusthavetakenthatashedidn’tlikeitbecausesheletherhandsfall
away.“No,Delilah,fuckingpullmyhair,makeithurt,baby.”

Herbreathingincreased,andsheputherhandsbackinhishair,tuggingatthe

strandsonceagain.Whenhehadhismouthbackonherclitandhistonguestroking
overtheswollenbundleoftissue,shereallyfuckingpulledathishair.Hehissed,
groanedforhertodoitagain,andwaspleasedwhensheobeyed.

“It’sgood,Torque.God,it’ssogood.”
Yeahitwas,buthehadalotofotherthingsplannedforher.Inoneswiftmovehe

toreherpantiestherestofthewayoffandfeastedonhercunt.Hepulledherlabia
apartwithhisthumbs,flattenedhistongue,andranitupanddownherslit.Whenhe
placedthetipofhisfingerattheopeningofherpussy,herentirebodytensed.

Shewastightasshitasheworkedthatonefingerintoher,andtherhythmicpullof

herinnermusclesclenchingaroundthedigithadhimnearlycoming.Headded
anotherfingeruntilallhecouldthinkaboutwashisdickreplacingthosefingersand
hertight-as-sincuntmilkinghiscockuntilhecamesomethingfierce.Hehadonly
gottentothefirstknuckleoffingerfuckingherbeforehecouldn’ttakeitanymore.

Wrenchingawayfromherandgoingatthebuttonandzipperofhisjeanslikea

fuckingmaninsane,hetorethatshitopenandworkedthemoff.Whenhewasjustas
nakedasshewasandhesawthewayshestaredathiscock,hecouldn’thelpwhenthe
damnthingjerkedforward.“Baby,thereisn’tanythingtobenervousabout.Thisright
here”—heheldhishardcockinhishandandranthepadofhisthumboverthePrince
Albertpiercingattheheadofhisshaft—“thiswillonlymakeshitfeelawholelot
better.”

Herchestroseandfell,causingherbreaststojiggleandswayfromtheforce.He

scrubbedahandoverhisjawashewatchedthesoft,spongymoundsbounceslightly.
Hewasrightbackbetweenherlegs,withhishandonherinnerthigh.She’dgetoff
beforehefuckedher.He’dmakedamnsureofit.Heleanedin,closetohercunt,and
lickedherrepeatedly,feelinghertremblebeneathhimtheclosershegottocoming.

“I’msoclose,Torque.”
Herwordswerebrokenupandharsh,andheliftedjusthiseyestoherwhilehekept

eatinghersweetcuntout.Itgottothepointthattheonlywayhecouldrelievesomeof
thetensioninhisshaftandballswastodryhumpthedamnmattresslikesomekindof
teenager.Overandoverhepressedhishipsintothebed,urgingherwithhistongue,
mouth,andhandstocome.“Ineedthis,Delilah.Fuck,Ineedyoutocomeallovermy
mouth.”Hereachedup,tookholdofhernippleswithhisthumbsandforefingers,and
pulledonthetips.Hetwistedandtuggeduntilshemoanedoutlongandloudand
finallygavehimwhathecraved.Herorgasmwasassweetastherestofher,andhe
swallowedthatshitup,lovedthefactthathewastheonewho’dcausedhertocome
thishard.ItwasonlywhenshestartedpushingathisshouldersthatTorqueforced
himselftostop.Hesatupandtookinthewayshelookedpleasurablyexhausted,
splayedoutforhim.“Fuck,you’resodamnhot.”

Sheopenedhereyes,andthesmileshegavehimcouldn’tbecalledanythingbut

tempting.Heleftheronlylongenoughtograbacondomfromhiswalletandslideit
on.Hewasrightbackbetweenherthighs,movinghishandsupanddownherlegs,
knowinghewouldn’tfuckinglastlong.

“Getonyourbelly,Delilah.”
“Torque,thereissomethingyouneedtoknow.”
Hesnappedhiseyestohers.Hewasbarelyholdingonasitwas,andshewantedto

talk?“Youhaveanoldman?”

Sheshookherhead.
“Youpregnant?”
Againsheshookherhead.
“Andyou’reclean?”
Aftershenodded,heshrugged.“Thereain’tnothin’totalkabout,baby.Youwant

metofuckyou,andIreally,reallywanttofuckyou.”Hegrippedherwaistandeasily
flippedheronherbelly.Assoonasherasswasrightinhisdamnface,hebroughthis
openpalmdownontoit.Shesnappedherheadaroundandlookedathimoverher
shoulder.Hestaredatherrightintheeye,heldhishandout,andsaid,“Askmeforit,
Delilah.”

Shelickedherlips,gazingathishandforseveralseconds,andthenbroughthergaze

backtohim.

Withhisotherhandhewentbetweenherlegsandranthedigitsthroughheroverly

slickcleft.“YouwantitasbadlyasIwanttogiveittoyou.Now,fuckingaskforit,
baby.”Hisballsdrewuptighttohisbody.

“Giveittome,Torque.”Shebreathedout.
Andthatwastheonlythingheneededtohear.Hespankedtherightcheektwice

beforemovingtotheleft.Healternatedbetweenthecheeksuntileveninthedarkness
hecouldseethewayherasswasabrilliantredfromhisactions.Sheliftedherass,
spreadherlegswider,andbeggedhimformore.

“Iwantitharder.God,whatiswrongwithme.”Shedidn’tphraseitasaquestion,

andshesureashelldidn’tsoundashamedorfrightenedthatshelikedalittlepainwith
herpleasure.Shewasperfect.Absolutelyfuckingperfect.Sherestedherheadonthe
bed,turnedittotheside,andwatchedhimashecontinuedtoeroticallyabusethebig,
roundmoundsofherass.

Torque’smouthwateredforatasteofherass,toseeifhertightholewasassweetas

herviselikepussy.Givingeachcheekonemorehardslap,hegrippedtheflesh,pulledit
apart,andstaredatthedarkcreasebetweenthem.

“W-Whatareyoudoing?”Nowshesoundedhesitant.
“Anyoneevertasteyoubackhere,Delilah?”Evenhecouldheartheharshnotein

hisvoice,buttherewasnothingTorquecoulddoaboutit.Hefeltlikeadamnferal
animalhuntingforitsprey.Delilahwasthatprey,andshewasripeforthepicking.
“Hasanyone,baby?”Hecurledhisfingersintoherskin,elicitingalittlepain.

Hereyeswidened,andsheshookherhead.“No.Noone’stouchedme.”
Thewayshesaidthathadhimstilling.Hepushedanythingthatdidn’thavetodo

withtakingthishotpieceofassinfrontofhimaway.Butashestaredintohereyesthat
appeareddarkinthisroomandnottheirusualbrightblue,hefeltsomethingelse.It

wasafeelingthathehadburieddeep,knowingthatithadnoplaceinhislife.Itwasn’t
love,butitwassomethingakintoit,somethingthatscaredtheshitoutofhim.Torque
pusheditbackdown,andonlyfocusedonthephysicalreaction.Hehadnotimefor
emotionalbullshit.“Well,I’mabouttoshowyouafewthingsthen,baby.”Leaningin
slowly,heclosedhiseyesandinhaled.Yeah,herasswasgoingtobejustassweetasthe
restofher.

Torqueplacedhistonguerightonherpussyhole,dippeditinsideofherafewtimes,

andthendraggedituphercrackandstoppedwhenhegottoheranus.Theholewas
smallandpuckered.Thescentofhersoapfilledhisnose.Itwaslemonyandfresh,and
agroanrumbledfromhim.Lickingandsucking,teasingandopening,Torquestarted
outgentleinpleasuringher,andwhenshefinallyrelaxedbackonthebedandstarted
liftingherassintohisface,thatwaswhenhereallystartedtolosecontrol.Hewasa
madmanonherass,fuckingherwithhistongueuntilshewasasquirmingmess
beneathhimandherpussycreammadeatantalizingwetspotrightonthemattress.
Withhimrubbingherclitandrimmingherout,Delilahcamesecondslater.Thatwasas
longasTorquecouldlast.

“God,yes,”shewhispered.
Hemovedawayfromher,wipedhismouthwiththebackofhisarm,andreached

outtoflipherontoherback.Hertitsbouncedfromtheforceofhismovements.“You
readyforthis?”Itwasarhetoricalquestion,becauseifTorquedidn’tgethiscockinto
her,hisballsweresuretoexplode.

“God,justfuckmealready,”shebegged.
Handsonherwaist,hewrenchedherdownthebeduntilherasshungofftheedge.

Takingholdoftherootofhiscock,healignedthetipattheopeningofherpussyand
lookedintoherfaceoncemore.Eventhroughthecondomhecouldseethebig,hard
ridgeofhispiercing.Heplacedjusttheheadinsideofher,agruntofpleasurelefthim
atherheat,herwetness.Buthedidn’taddpressure,didn’tpenetrateheryet.

Hehadwantedthisforalongtime,hadthoughtaboutit,fantasized,andjerkedoff

totheimagesinhishead.Butnoneofthosethingscouldcomparetoactuallyhaving
herpussyclenchingaroundhiserection.Heshouldbegentle,andherealizedthathe
wasstartingtosaythatalotnowthathewasfinallywithher.Butjustbecausehe
thoughtheshouldgoslowdidn’tmeanhecouldactuallydothat.Inonequickand
euphoria-filledthrust,heburiedallhislengthinsideofher.Hereyesgrewpretty
fuckingbig,andhermouthopenedwide.

Fuck,shewasprimedforhim,andhedidn’thavethepatiencetowait.Thealcohol

wasstillpumpingthroughhisveins.Hestilledinsideofher,feelingthescorching-hot
tightnessofherinnerwallscuttingthefuckingbloodflowoff.

He’dfeltresistance,knewwhatthatmeant.
“Shit,Delilah.”Sweatbrokeoutalonghisbrow.“Whydidn’tyoufuckingtellmeyou

wereavirgin?”Thefeelofhimbreakingthroughherhymenhadbeenunmistakable,
eveninhisslightlyinebriatedstate.Shesqueezedhisdickespeciallyhard,andhe
hissedoutabreathandgroaned.“Christ.Youcan’tdothatandexpectmetokeepmy
shittogether.”Heopenedhiseyesandsawthefiercelookonherface.

“Areyougoingtofuckmeorhaveyoulostyourhard-onbecauseyoupoppedmy

cherry?”

Forseveralsecondshewasstunnedspeechless.Thelittletarthadafuckingmouth

onher.Hepulledoutandshovedbackintoherhardenoughthatshemovedaninchup
thebed.Agasplefther,andtearsfilledhereyesandspilledoutthecorners.“Shit,I’m
sorry,baby.”Hereachedoutandbrushedafewstrandsofhairfromherface.

Sheshookherhead,andhepulledhishandback.“Don’truinitbybeingsorry.I’ve

wantedthisforalongdamntime.Justfuckmeandmakeitmemorable.”

Damn.Herwordswerelikeaspearrightinhisgut,andthatwasthefirsttimea

femalehadgottenthroughhisskinwithafewchoicewords.“Fine.”Hegrittedhisteeth
asheslowlypulledoutandthenpushedbackinjustasslowly.Overandoverhedid
this,andalthoughhereallywantedtobangthehelloutofher,Torqueforcedhimselfto
goslow.

“Faster.Iwantitfaster,Torque,andharder.”Shit,shewasadamnnympho,andthis

washerfirsttime.

“Idon’twanttohurtyou.”Hedidn’tstopthrustingintoher.Bothofthemwereout

ofbreath,andthesweatontheirbodieswasmakingthemostdelicioussloppysounds.

“Thepainhaspassed,andI’mgoingtobesorenomatterwhat.Iwanttoremember

thiseverytimeIsitdown.”

Hegroaneddeeply.“You’remine.”Thewordscameoutofhismouthbeforehe

couldevencomprehendthem.He’dthoughtaboutherforsolong,wantedherfor
years.Nowthathehadherhedidn’twanttolethergo.

Beforeshecouldsayanythingagain,hehadherinhisarms,turnedaround,and

pressedagainstthewall.Hisdickwasstillinher,butthisnewpositionhadhimableto
godeeper,andwhenhedidjustthatandthesoftmewlingnoiselefther,hefelthisdick
hardenimpossiblyfurther.Hefuckedheragainstthewall,hadatightgriponherass,
andknewhe’dcomeifhedidn’tslowdown.Buthedidn’twanttogoslow,andhedidn’t
wanttocomeyet.Shefeltincredible.

“It’sgood.God,IthinkI’mgoingtocomeagain.”
“Yeah,baby.Comeallovermycock.Milkmeuntilthereisn’tanythingleft.”Hehad

ahandoneachofherasscheeks,holdingherup,butusingherbottomasleverageas
hebouncedherupanddownonhisdick.Thewet,sloppysoundsofherpussysucking
athiserectionwereanauditoryaphrodisiacthathadhimrightthere,readytofucking
spewforththebiggestloadhehadeverhad.“Now,Delilah,comenow.”

Shetossedherheadbackanditbangedonthewall,butthesoundofherlowwail

hadhimcomingrightalongwithher.“Torque,ohGod,yes.”

Yeah,that’sit.Callingouthisnamewasmusictohisearsandaspikeoflusttohis

dick.Whenhertightnessandthefactthathehadcomeharderthanheeverhadstarted
toclaimhim,heslowedhispaceandrestedhisforeheadagainstthecrookofherneck.

Shepantedagainsthim,anditwasjustnowthatherealizedshehadherhands

wrappedaroundhisneckandherlipsbyhisear.“Noregrets.”

Hedidn’tknowifshewastalkingtoherselforhim,buthedidn’tsayanything

becausehonestlyhedidn’tknowwhattosay.Hepulledoutofherwithahissandset
hergentlyontheground.Foramomentalltheydidwasstareateachother.Torque
liftedhishandandranhisthumboverherforehead,downhertemple,andfollowed
thelineofhercheektoherjaw.

“Ican’teventellyouhowthatwas.”Shesmiledupathim,andhischestgrewtight.

Hereallywantedher,wantedtodothisagain,andholdherafterward,andtalkto

heraboutshitthatdidn’treallymatter.Heleaneddownandkissedherforehead.“I’m
goingtogetcleanedup.”Damn,hecouldlookatherallnightandnevergettiredofthe
sightofher.Beforehedidsomethingdumblikeexpresshisfeelings,maybeevenscrew
thismomentup,Torqueturnedandheadedtothebathroom.

Oncethedoorwasshutandtheirritatingfluorescentlightwason,hebracedhis

handsontheedgeofthesinkandstaredathisreflection.EvenifBrackdidn’tkillhim
fortouchinghisdaughter,fortakinghervirginity,forChrist’ssake,Torquehadalways
toldhimselfhedidn’tneedorwantanoldlady.

Noonebuther.OnlyDelilah.
Hehadalwaysbeencontentbyhimself,ridingalonewithonlyhisthoughtstokeep

hisstubbornasscompany.Hewashappylivingthatlife.Right?

Lettinghisheadhangbetweenhisshoulders,hethoughtforseveralminuteson

whatinthehellhewasgoingtodo.Ifhewerebeinghonestwithhimself,heknewthat
walkingawayfromDelilahwouldn’thelphimforgetaboutherorthefactthathehad
beentryingalmostdesperatelytopurgeherfromhisthoughts.Whateveritwasabout
herwasnotsomethinghecouldjustpushoffasbeinghardupforherpussy.Infact,
takingherpussyhadmadehimfeelthisproprietaryneedforher,thispossessive
instincttokeepherclose.Justthethoughtofanyotherassholestickingtheirdickin
whatwashishadhimdamnnearhomicidal.

HewantedDelilah,andformorethanthisonenight.Itmaynothavebeenwhathe

thoughhewantedinlife,orwhathethoughtheneeded,butthinkingaboutriding
withoutheronthebackofhisbikewasuncomfortableinawayhehadneverfelt
before.Whathadstartedfouryearsagohadslowlygrowninsideofhim,workedits
wayintohisoncecoldandhardenedheart,andcometoanexplosiveendingwhenhe
hadclaimedher.AndTorquehadclaimedthehelloutofher.Theyneededtotalk,and
TorqueneededtofindoutwhereDelilahsawthisgoing.

BecauseTorquesureashelldidn’twanttowalkaway,eveniftheclubbrothersbeat

theshitoutofhimfortouchingwhatwasoff-limits.

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elilahgrabbedhershirtandbraoffthefloorandquicklyputthemon.Herpanties

weretorninhalfanduseless,butshepickedthemupregardlessbecausenowayinhell
wassheleavingthoselyingaround.Whenshefoundherpants,shewasintheprocess
ofpullingthemupwhenthebedroomdoorwaspushedopen.Thelightfromthe
hallwayhadthefronthalfofthepersonshroudedindarkness,butDelilahdidn’tneed
toseethefacetoknowitwasPinkiestandinginthedoorway.Delilahquicklyputher
pantsonalltheway.

“Wellwhatdowehavehere?”Afewsecondslaterthesoundofheavybootscoming

downthehallwayprecededthebigformofherfathersteppingupbehindthebitch.
“Brack,baby,lookslikethisroomistaken.We’llhavetofucksomewhereelse.”

Pinkiegrinned,andDelilahnarrowedhereyes.Thatbitch.Herfatherpushedthe

Cherryoutofthewayandflickedonthelight.Juststandingthere,herdadwasascary-
lookingguy,butwhenhewaspissed,peoplebetterclearoutofhispathbecauseshit
wasabouttohitthefan.Thatangerhekeptatightreinonmorphedhisfaceashe
lookedherupanddown.Heturnedhisattentiontothebed,whichhadtheappearance
ofjustbeingfuckedin.Itwasonlyasecondthathadpassedbeforehesnappedhiseyes
tothebathroomwhererunningwatercouldbeheard.Shecouldseethewayhisentire
bodytensed,sawhimtightenhishandsintofists,andheardashecrackedhisknuckles.

“Whatthefuckisgoingonhere,Delilah?”Herfatherturnedhisheadinher

directionandpiercedherwiththesameblueeyesshesaweverydaywhenshelooked
inthemirror.

“It’s,uh…”God,howinthehellwasshegoingtoexplainthis?Itwasbadenough

thatherdadhadcometothisroomsohecouldfucktheclubslut,butevenworsethat
he’dcaughtherinherafter-sexstate.DelilahsupposeditwasbetterthanBrackwalking
inonheractuallydoingit.Herheartthundered,andsheslowlyshookherhead.She
hadnocluehowtoproceed.ItwasstupidofhertohavesexwithTorqueingeneral,
butreallystupidtodoitattheclubhouse.Shehadknownbetter,yethadn’tcared
becauseshehadwantedTorquetoobadly,andshesupposeditwasherpent-updesire
thathadspannedfouryearsthathadmadeherthrowcautiontothewind.

“Delilah,youneedtotellmewhatthehellyou’redoinginoneoftheseroomswith

yourhairallfuckedup,thebedlookinglikeitwasputthroughthedamnwasher,and
yourclothesalljackedup.”Herdad’swide,bigchestwasrisingandfallingquicklyfrom

hisanger.Pinkiestoodinthehallway,herarmscrossedunderherchest,herbig,fake
titsnearlyspillingoutofherelastictop.Shealsohadthisshit-eatinggrinonherface,
anditwasclearshewasenjoyingthehelloutofthis.

BeforeDelilahcouldsayanything,thebathroomdooropened.ShestaredatTorque,

whowasstillbutt-fuckingnakedandsemihard,andhereyeswidenedinfear.

“Baby,weneedtotalkaboutwhatthehelljusthappened.”Hisheadwasdowncast,

andshecouldseehisbrowfurrowedasifhewasthinkinghard.Whenshedidn’t
respond,heliftedhishead.Torquestoppedinstantly,staredather,andthenmovedhis
gazetoBrack.Hisbodygotjustastenseasherdad’shad,andwithbothofthemen
equallytallandmuscular,Delilahknewthatwhatwasabouttohappenwasgoingto
endinalotofbloodbeingspilled.Shit,thiswasnotgood,andthingswereabouttogo
fromreallybadtoprettyfuckingshitty.

Shit.ThatwastheonlythingthatwentthroughhismindwhenhesawBrackstanding
justinsidetheroomwithamurderousexpressiononhisface.Therewasnodenying
thathehadjustfuckedtheclubpresident’sdaughter.Hell,Torquewasstillnakedwith
hisdickhalf-hard.Hedidn’tmoveandsureashelldidn’tlethisguarddown.Shitwas
abouttogetreal,butTorquehadknownthatmessingwithDelilahwouldendinthis
result.EvenifBrackhadn’tfoundout,Torquewasgoingtotalktoherabouttakingthis
tothenextlevel,toseeifshewantedtobehisoldlady,andtogivewhateveritwasthat
hadbeenbrewingbetweenthemforyearsashot.HesawDelilahmoveclosertohim,
andasecondlaterhisjeansweretossedtohim.

“Dad,beforeyoustartjumpingtoanyconclusions,letmeexplain.”
TorqueputhisjeansonbutnevertookhiseyesoffBrack,andtheprezkepthisicy

glareonTorquethewholetimetoo.

“Thereisn’tanythingtoexplain,Delilah.Idon’tneedtobeageniustorealizea

brotherjustfuckedmylittlegirlinmyfuckingclubhouse.”Brack’svoicewasbooming,
whichdrewtheattentionofAce,Malice,andVain,whocametostandrightbehind
Brack.Thepreztookoffhiscut,andAcewasrighttheretotakeit.Brackcrackedhis
knuckles,rolledhisheadonhisneck,andgrinned.“I’mgoingtofuckyouup,boy.”

“Please.Dad,youdon’thavetodothis.I’madamnadultandhavethechoiceto

havesexwithwhomeverthehellIwant.”Delilah’svoicewasraised,whichhadafew
ofthebrothersliftingtheirbrowsinsurprise.Torqueknewtheyweremore
entertainedatthefactthatthislittlefemalewasstandingbetweentwohulkingbikers.

“Baby,stepback.Thisneedstohappenifanythingbetweenusisgoingtomove

forward.”Torquestaredather“Andwhat’sgoingonisgoingtohappen,becauseI’m
notlettingyougo.Notever.”

Evenwiththepumpingmusicinthebackground,everythingbecamedeathlysilent

atTorque’swords.

“She’snotyourbaby,andthereisn’tanythinggoingonbetweenthetwoofyou,and

sureasfuckwon’tbemovingforward.”

TorquehadhisattentiononDelilaheventhoughBrack’swordswerelowand

menacing.Shedidn’tspeak,buthershockwasevidentinhereyes.Heknewshitwas
abouttogetgritty.Allhecoulddowassmileather,becausethislittlerevelationwasa

bigshocktohimaswell.“Delilah,moveback.”Hereachedoutandpushedheraside
gently,butthatstillhadalowgrowlcomingfromBrack.

“Howlonghaveyoubeenfuckingmydaughterbehindmyback?”Brackstilldidn’t

move,buthewasjustasjuicedupforthisfightasTorquewas.

“Ihaven’tbeendoingthisbehindyourback.ThisisthefirsttimeI’vebeenwithher,

butIwon’tlieandsayit’llbethelast.Ialsowon’tlieandsayIhaven’tbeenthinking
aboutbeingwithDelilahforyears.Iwantherasmine,andI’llhaveher.”

“Ohshit.”
“Man,Torque,whydidyouhavetosaythatshit?”
Thecommentscamefromtheothermembersfastandfurious,buttheystayedput,

knowingthiswasabouthimandBrack.ButwhathesaidwasclearlyBrack’sbreaking
pointbecausehechargedforwardlikeadamnrhinointentontakingatankdown.But
Torquewasreadyforthisshit.Torquemethiminthemiddleoftheroom,andassoon
astheyreachedeachother,thefistsstartedflying.Delilahwasscreamingsomethingat
them,butTorquesawVainpullherawayfromthecarnagethatwashappening.Brack
poppedhiminthejaw,andTorquestumbledback.

“Youfuckingasshole.”Brackswungathimagain,buthecaughtthepresidentinthe

gut.Brackgruntedinpain.

TorqueslammedhisfistintoBrack’sjaw.“I’mnotgivingherup.”
Theysparredforseveralminutes,bothofthemofequalsizeandstrengthand

neitheroneofthemsubmitting.

“Sheisn’tyours,Torque.”Theyfelltothefloor,thepunchinghappeningbetween

themwasafast,violentscene.Brackgothimintherightkidneyatthesametimethat
Torquegavehimanuppercut.Theybothbrokeaway,blooddrippingdowntheirfaces,
lipsbustedthefuckup,shitbruisingandswelling.“Sheisn’tyours,man.Youarea
Nomad,neverstayinginonedamnplaceandnotcaringaboutshit.”Brackpushed
himselfup,buthedidn’tcomeafterTorque.Hedidthesame,andthetwoofthem
staredateachother.

“Iwantherasmine.”
“What,youmeanafteryoufuckedher?”Brackspitoutamouthfulofblood.
Torqueranthebackofhisarmacrosshislips,sawthebloodcoveringhisforearm,

andsighedindefeat.“Imeantnodisrespect,brother,reallyIdidn’t.Ialsodidn’tplan
thisshit.Itjusthappened.”HelookedoveratDelilah,whohadahorrifiedlookonher
face.

SheshruggedoffVain’sholdandsteppedcloser.“Dad.”ShewaiteduntilBrack

turnedaroundandlookedather.“Icanonlyspeakforme,butIknewwhatIwasdoing
andwantedthis.”ShelookedoveratTorqueforamomentandthenturnedher
attentionbacktoherdad.“Icareabouthim,haveforyears,andupuntiltonightImade
damnsureIkeptallthatshittomyself.Idon’twantanyonefightingbecausehewasn’t
“supposed”tobewithme.I’manadult,andIthinkIdeservetomakemyown
decisions.”

“Babygirl.”Bracksighedandloweredhisheadsohewaslookingattheground.

“Thisshitain’tgood.He’stoooldforyou,andhewantsnoroots.Theonlythinga
Nomadwantsistheopenroad.”

“Youreallywanttogothere?Iknowmymomwasonlynineteenwhenshegot

pregnantwithme.Youwerethirty-one.It’salljustanumber,Dad.Youknowthat.
LookatRingoandDixon.”Brackshookhisheadfromside-to-sidebutdidn’tsay
anything.“AndmaybeI’msteppingoversomekindofbiker,brotherhoodline,but
don’tIhavetherighttochoosewhoIwanttobewith?Haven’tIearnedyourrespect?”

Theroomgrewtenseatherwords,andwhenBrackslowlyliftedhisheadtostareat

her,TorqueknewthatDelilahhadreachedapartofhimthatfewhadtouched.

“Yeah,babygirl,you’veearnedmytrust,aswellastheclub’s,andawholelot

more.”Hereachedout,tuckedastrandofdarkhairbehindherear.Bracklookedover
atTorque,andeventhoughhestillhadahardlookonhisface,therewassomethingin
hiseyesthathehadneverseenintheclubpresidentbefore:surrender.Heexhaled
loudly.“Youcareaboutmydaughter?”Heturnedfullyaroundsotheywereface-to-
faceagain.

TorquelookedoveratDelilah,butshehadherheaddowncast,likeshedidn’twant

tolookathim.“Yeah,prez,Ireallyfuckingdo.”HelookedatBrackintimetoseethe
mancomingcloser.

“She’smybabygirl.”Theywereonlyinchesfromeachother,butTorquewasn’t

goingtobackdown.

“Yeah,Iknow,manIrespectthehelloutofher.”HelookedatDelilah,feelingthe

truthofhisemotionscomethroughlikeafuckingsemi.“Iloveher.”

Therewasadeepsilencethatfilledtheroom.Delilahstaredathim,hereyeswide.
Brackdidn’tmove,didn’tevenseemtobreathe.Butthenhenoddedonce.“Ifyou

hurther,Iwillhurtyou.”Thethreatwasveryreal,butTorquewouldn’thavehadit
anyotherway.

“Iunderstand,butthereisnowayI’mgoingtohurther.Iwantherasmyoldlady,

asmyforever.Youshouldknowthatisn’tsomethingIwouldeverfuckaroundwith.”

BrackgruntedandsearchedTorque’sface.“Yeah,IguessIknowthat,butwhat

you’remessingwithisnotsomeclubCherry.”

“Iwantthiswithher,Brack.Ifuckingloveher,amsoinlovewithherIcan’teven

standthethoughtofherbeingawayformmyside.”Theystaredateachotherfor
severallongminutes.

Bracknoddedonce,turned,andstalkedoutoftheroom.Therestoftheguysstared

atthem,asstunnedasTorquefelt,buttheydidn’tsayanything.

“Youwatchoverher,brother.”VainpointedhisfingeratTorqueandthenturned.

Therestofthebrothersfollowedsuit.

Torquebreathedout,notrealizinghehadbeenholdinghisbreath.
“Shit.”Scrubbingahandoverhisjaw,hefeltlikehemightfuckingpassout.Hehad

justclaimedDelilahinfrontoftheclub.

“Torque.”Delilahwasrightinfrontofhimbeforeheevenrealizedwhatthehellwas

happening.

“Yeah,baby?”Whatifshewasn’tallaboutwhathewanted?Whatifthisreallyhad

beenjustonenightofsex?Yeah,hehadheardwhatshesaid,butshit,didn’tchicks
changetheirmindsallthefuckingtime?

“Didyoumeanwhatyousaidaboutmeandyou…thatyoulovedme?”
Foramomenthejuststaredather.Fuck,shewassobeautiful.Herdarkhairwas

mussedfromwhattheyhadjustdone,herlipswereredandswollen,andshestaredup

athimlikeshewantedtodoitalloveragain.“Yeah,Delilah,Imeanteverywordofit.”
Hereachedoutandwrappedhisarmsaroundher.“Iloveyou.”

Shesmiledupathim,andthewholeroomlitup.“Iloveyoutoo.”
Hisheartthundered.“It’sonlyeverbeenyou.”Hecuppedhercheek.“Ican’teven

thinkaboutbeingwithanyoneelse.”Heshookhishead.“Andyoubeingwithanyone
elsemakesmewanttodrawblood.You’reitforme,always.”Heleaneddownand
kissedher.“Youwanttogoonthiscrazy-assridewithme,baby?”

Shepulledbackandlookedintohisface.Thesmileshegavehimcouldhavesent

Torquedowntohisfuckingknees.Itwasinsanehowhehaddoneacompleteone-
eightyoverthisgirl,changedhowhefeltaboutlife,andactuallywantedtogivethisshit
achance.

“Thisiscrazy.Youknowthat,right?”
Shewasstillsmiling,andhecouldn’thelpbutsmileback.“Yeah,itis,butinmygutI

knowitwillbeworthit.”Shedidn’taskwhyhehadchangedsoquickly,whyhis
thoughtshaddonesomekindofMr.Hydebullshit,shejustacceptedit,andwasn’tthat
whattrustwasallabout?Besides,Torquedidn’tknowifhewouldhavebeenableto
giveheranhonestansweranyway.Shit,hehadneverfeltanythinglikethis.Itwas
good,reallydamngood.Heleaneddownandkissedherforehead,butthesoundof
someoneclearingtheirthroatbrokeuptheirlittlemoment.

“Well,isn’tthisallsweetandsentimentalandshit.”Pinkieleanedagainstthedoor

frameandnarrowedhereyesatDelilah.Damn,hehadtotallyforgottenaboutthe
Cherry,whohadprobablybeenstandinginthehallwaywatchingthewholescenario
playout.

“A

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in’tthissomeshit.Idon’tgettofuckBrackbecauseTorqueputshiminabad
mood,andnowI’minapissymoodbecauseIdidn’tgetwhatIwanted.”Pinkie

pushedoffthedoorframeandtookastepinside.Herheelsclickedagainstthewood
floortheclosershecame.“Imean,whatinthehellamIsupposedtodonow?”Delilah
didn’tmissthewayshegazedTorque.“HowaboutyouandIgoforaride,bigboy?”
PinkiegrinnedandflickedhereyestoDelilah.

“Fuckoff,”Torquegrittedout.“Ihaveneverwantedyou,wouldandwillnever

touchyou.Ihaveawoman,agoodfuckingwoman.”HepulledDelilahinclose,and
Pinkieflaredhernostrils.

DelilahstaredatPinkieandsmiled.Itwasabullshitexpression,onethatwasall

saccharineandshit,buthell,thisbitchwasabouttogodown.Thishadbeenalongtime
incoming.“Whydon’tyoutakeyourskankassoutofthisroomandcontinueuntilthe
frontdoorhitsyouinyourskinnyass.”

ThesoundofPinkiegrindingherteethwasloudintheroom.Good,shewasgetting

tothebitch.“Theonlyreasonanyonekeepsyouruptightassaroundisbecauseyou’re
Brack’sbastardkid.”

Ohno,thehellshedidn’tjustsaythat.
DelilahheldherhanduptostopTorquefromstoppingher,andthedeepsoundhe

madetoldherthathewasjustaspissedasshewas.Butthiswasherfightandwasat
leastfouryearsinthemaking.“Imaybe,buttheonlyreasontheykeepyouaroundis
becauseyouareafuckingslutthatsucksabunchofbikers’dickshopingonedayyou’ll
beanoldlady.Newsflash,noneofthemwantyourdirtypussyasanythingmorethan
aholetofill.”

Pinkiesqueakedinoutrageandlungedforward,butDelilahwasready.Infact,her

entirebodyshookfromtheadrenalinepoundingthroughher.Herrighthandwas
alreadyafistbythetimePinkiewasinhittingdistance,andthatwasjustwhatDelilah
did.Sheswungout,connectedwithherPinkie’sface,andthewoman’swholebody
flippedtothesidefromtheforceofherpunch.Pinkiefelltotheground,butnotbefore
shereachedoutanddraggedheracrylicnailsdownDelilah’sarm.

Delilahhissedandcoveredthescratchmarkswithherhand.“Youstupidbitch.”
“No,you’rethestupidbitch.”
Pinkiepulledherselfoffthegroundandranafingeralongherbottomlipthatwas

splitrightopen.“Youthinkhe’sgonnawantyouforthelongrun?”Sheshookherhead.
“Notlikely.You’llbetheoldladythatstaysathomewhilehecomestotheclubhouseto
bangahotterpieceofass.”

“Manyou’reaskingforyourassbeattotheground,”Torquesaid
Delilahknewthatwasn’tthecase.He’dneverwantedpinkie.He’dneverwanted

anyonebuther.

NowitwasDelilah’sturntolungeforward.Grabbingachunkofthebleach-blonde’s

hair,sherippedanextensionrightoutandgrinnedwhenPinkiescreamed.Thesound
ofbootsslammingonthegroundbehindherpiercedtheangerDelilahfelt,butnoway
wasshelettingherholdgo.SheyankedPinkieforwardanddraggedheroutofthe
roomanddownthehall.AceandVainmovedoutofherwaywithhandsintheair,and
whenshereachedthemainfloorwhereeveryonewaspartying,shestopped.

“Brack,tellthisbitchtoletmego,”Pinkiescreamedout.
Herfatherknittedhisbrows.“What’sgoingon,Delilah?”
“Thisbitchhashadthisalongtimecomingnow.”Pinkiegaveanotherlittleshriekof

outrage.

“She’sbeenbotheringyou?”herfatherasked.
“Yeah.”Thatwasputtingitlightly.
Brackstaredatthem,butthenshrugged.“Thenherassisout.Forgood.”
DelilahleanedinclosetotheCherry’searandsaid,“Noonehasrespectforagirl

thatdoesn’tcareaboutanythingbutsomedeepdicking.”Withthatshefinished
makingherwaytowardthefrontdoor,pulleditopen,andtossedherassoutside.
Beforesheshutthedoor,sheturnedaroundandaddressedthemembers.“Doanyof
youwanttoclaimthispieceofshitasanoldlady,oriseveryonegoodwithherass
gettingbannedfromtheclubhouse?”Therewasacollectivesilence,andtheneveryone
murmuredthattheywerenotgettinginvolvedwithfemaledisputes.Good.Sheturned
backtoPinkie,whowasnowstandingandglaringatherwithherhandsonherhips.
“Don’tcomebackunlessyouwantmetobeatyourassagain.”Sheturnedtooneofthe
prospects.“Takeherhome.”

MarsonnoddedandmovedpastDelilah.
Sheslammedthedoorclosedandinstantlyfeltmoreatease.Everyonestaredather,

andshethoughtmaybethey’dbitchbecauseshehadoversteppedsomeline,butin
unisontheythrewtheirheadsbackandstartedlaughing.

“Damn,Delilah.Didn’tknowyouhadthatkindofspunkinyou.”Aceruffledher

hairandgrinneddownather.

Vainpulledhertohisside.“Iwaswonderingwhenyou’dfinallygetaroundto

holdingyourownwithher.”

Sheelbowedhimintheribs,andhegrunted.Everyonemovedtothebarfora

roundofshots,butshestayedbackandsawTorqueleaningagainstthewall.Hehadhis
shirtandcutbackon,butthereweresomesplattersofbloodonthewhiteteefromhis
bustedlip.Hepushedoffthewallandmovedtowardher,andwhenhewasrightin
frontofher,hereachedoutandtookholdofthebackofherneck.

“IsitwrongtoadmitthatyoukickingPinkie’sassturnedmeon?”Torquegrinned.
Pinkie’swordsplayedthroughherhead.
“Whatshesaid—”

Hecutheroffwithafirmshakeofhishead.“IfIwantedeasy,loosepussy,Iwould

havegottenthatandwouldn’thavegoneupagainsttheclubpresidentforrightsto
haveyoutomyself.”Hecuppedbothsidesofherface.“ImeanteverywordIsaidto
you.Imeanalotmore,too.It’syouandmebaby.Always.”

Hehadriskedalottomakeitknownshewashis.
“WhatIwantisyou,Delilah.Onlyyou.MaybeIdidn’trealizethatuntilrightnow,

andmaybeIfoughtitforfartoolong,butIacceptthetruth.Ican’tjustwalkawayfrom
you.”Hebrushedhisthumbsalonghercheekbones.

“Everyoneiswatching.”
Heshookhisheadandstaredintohereyes.“Idon’tgiveashitwhoiswatching.Let

themgetafuckingeyeful.TheimportantthingisthatIwouldneverfuckaroundon
you.Ever,Delilah.Thereisn’tanyquestionaboutthat,yeah?”

Sheswallowedtheemotiondownandblockedouteverythingelseasidefrom

Torqueandthewordshewassaying.“HowwouldthisworkwithyoubeingaNomad
andontheroadconstantly?We’dneverseeeachother.”

Ittookhimseveralsecondstoanswer.
“Thereisn’tanythingIwouldn’tdotobewithyou.Imighthavealwaysbeena

Nomad,mightliketheopenroad,butyou’rewhat’simportant.Beinghere,becominga
Patchforthischarter…yeah,I’mdown,aslongasyou’rebymyside.”

“You’ddothatforme?”
“I’ddoanythingandeverythingforyou,tobewithyou.”Thesmilehegaveherwas

genuine.“Ican’tguaranteeI’llbeeasytodealwith.I’mstubbornandcanbeanasshole
onthebestofdays.”Shelaughedsoftly.“Besides,Isawapieceofpropertyforsaleright
whenIenteredRushFalls.MaybethatwasasignthatIneedtoplantsomeroots,huh?”

“IthinkI’dlikeifyouplantedsomeroots,Torque,especiallywithme.”
Hecontinuedtorubhisthumbsoverhercheeks.“Yeah,I’dsaythatsoundslike

perfectiontome,”hemurmuredsoftly.

Herheartskippedalittleathiswords.
“Eithergetaroomorcomeoverhereandjoinusinaroundofshots,”Acecalled

out.

“Ain’tnoonegettingafuckingroom,”Brackgrowledoutrightbeforehethrewa

shotback.Hemayhavebackedoffalittle,butsheknewshe’dalwaysbehislittlegirl.

Torquetookherhandandgaveitalittlesqueeze.Heledthemovertothebar,and

justlikethattheguysstartedbullshitting.Thiswasherfamily,wouldalwaysbeher
family,andshewasdamnluckytobeapartofit.

Ifsomeonewouldhavetoldherthatshe’dbestandingherewithTorqueholdingher

hand,herdadandtheothersallstandingaroundthemnotknockinghisteethout
becauseofit,shewouldhavecalledthemalldamnliars.

Torquelookedoverather,tippedherheadbackwithafingerunderherchin,and

leaneddowntokissher.Hediditinfrontofeveryone,showingthemshewashis.“I
loveyou,baby.”

Shesighed.Hell,shecouldn’thelpit.“AndIloveyou.”
Thiswouldcertainlybeonehellofaride,butwhatarideitwouldbe.

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“P

Josephine

leasemakeittotown,youbitchofacar.”IwaspissedbutprayedImadeitatleast
totownbeforethispiece-of-shitvehiclebrokedownonme.

IsawthesignsayingIwouldbeenteringRustincitylimitsinfivemiles.“Comeon,

baby,youcandoit.”

Theputteringsoundstarted,thenthesquealing.Icursed.Itwasgettingdark,andI

sureashelldidn’twanttobestuckoutinthemiddleofnowherewithwoods
surroundingmeandGodknowswhatlurkingbehindthetrees.Allthosehorrormovies
I’dwatchedovertheyearsaboutaderangedserialkillerorafamilyofmutants
wantingtobreedwithafemaleslammedintomyhead.

Iwasseriouslystartingtoregrettakingonthepositionattheinteriordesignshopin

thisout-of-the-waytown.ButIalsocouldn’thaveturneditdown.Thesalaryalonewas
morethanIcouldhaveimaginedmakingafterjustgraduatingwithmydegree.Notto
mentioncorporatepaidmyrelocatingfee,foundmeaplacetostay,andmademehead
ofthestore.

Itwasoneofthoseonce-in-a-lifetimeopportunities,andI’djumpedonitfasterthan

I’dgivenmyselftimetothink.

Hell,Iwasprobablyjustquestioningitnowbecausemydamncarwasactingup.
Andasifthebitchdecidedtosayabig“fuckyou,”thecargaveonelaststutterbefore

smokestartedcomingoutofthehood.

Ipulledtothesideoftheroad.Thesunwasnearlyset,andwhereIwasparkedwas

rightaroundabend.Withtreessurroundingme,anominousfeelingsweptoverme.

Iamnotgoingtothinkabouthorrormovies.
Iamnotgoingtothinkaboutserialkillers.
Iturnedonmyhazardlights,double-checkedtomakesuremydoorswerelocked,

andreachedacrosstheseattograbmypurse.Ipulledmyphoneout,thedreaded
feelingthatI’dhavenosignalfillingme.ButthankGodIhadthreebars.After
searchingtheInternetandfindingthetownmechanic’sshop,Idialedthenumberand
prayedtheywereopen.

“Gabe’sGarage,”thedeep,huskyvoiceontheothersideofthelineallbutbarked

out.

Irestedmyheadonthebackoftheseat,lookedupattheroofofmycar,and

mouthed“thankyou”towhoeverwaslistening.“Hi,yeah,mynameisJosephine,and
I,um,brokedownandamindesperateneedofatow.”

Therewasaheartbeatofsilencebeforeheansweredme.
“Whereyouat?”Theguy’svoicewassodeep,somasculinethatIactuallyfeltachill

raceovermyarms.

Iturnedinmyseatandlookedaroundforanysigns.“Um,Iactuallydon’tknow.But

IjustbarelypassedtheRustincitylimitssignthatsaidI’dbeenteringinaboutfive
miles.I’mcomingfromSouth.”Anothermomentofsilence,somepapersrustling,and
thenheclearedhisthroat.

“Yeah,okay.I’llbeout.It’llbeextrathoughbecauseit’safterhours.”
“Yeah,that’sfine.What’syourname?”
Anothermomentofsilencepassed.
“Gabe.”
“Thankssomuch.Ijustwanttogetoutofthemiddleofnowhere.Whoknowswhat

creepsareinthewoods.”

Hegaveashortchuckle.“You’llbefine.Justhangtight.”
Ihopedhewasright,becausenowallIcouldthinkaboutwastheshadyshitthat

couldgodowninthetimeittookhimtogethere.

Gabe

Isawtheflashinghazardsupaheadandslowed.Itwasalreadypastsundown,and
althoughthegaragewastechnicallyclosed,Istilltookafter-hourstowjobs.Theydidn’t
comefrequently,butwhentheydid,itwasusuallyfromsomeout-of-towner.

IpulledontotheshoulderandturnedaroundsoIwasfacingthesamewayasthe

vehicle.IdrovethetowtrucktothefrontofthecarandreverseduntilIwasclose

enoughtohookitup.

WhenIclimbedoutofthetruck,thecar’sdriver’ssidedoorwasopening.
Theheadlightsmadeitimpossibletoseeherclearly.Icouldseehershapewell

enough,though,anddamn,wasshecurvy.

“Thankyousomuch,”shesaid,hervoicesoft,sweet.Andthenshesteppedinfront

ofthelightsandIgotagoodlookather.

Fuck.
Itwashardtotellintheartificiallight,butherhairwasashadeofredandlong

enoughtomaketheimageofwrappingmyhandarounditasIplungedmycockinto
herbodyslamthroughmymind.

Mycockstartedtogethard,andItoldmyselftocalmthefuckdown.Noneedto

frightenherandmakeherthinkIwassomedepravedpervertbecauseshesawthe
woodIwassporting.

She’dpoppedthehoodwhenI’dparked,andasIstoodtherejuststaringather,she

turnedandlookedatthegutsofthecar.Shewasbentover,herhandsontheedge,her
asspoppedout.Thejeanssheworedidnothingtohidethefactthatherbottomwasbig,
round,andwouldfeelgoodinmyhands.

Mycockjerkedagain,andsinceshewasn’tlookingatme,Ireacheddownand

adjustedtheasshole.

“Itstartedmakingthiscrazysound,andwhenIpulledofftothesideandcutthe

engine,Inoticedsmokeorsteamorsomethingcomingoutfromunderthehood.”

Ididn’tanswer,becausetruthbetoldIwashornyashellforthiswoman,andthe

sightofherpresentedlikesomespeciallittlefuckinggiftformehadallwordsleaving
myhead.Shestraightenedandturnedtofaceme,andwhenshetookastepforward,I
sawthewayherbodychanged.

Herbreathingincreased.
Shelickedherlips.
Sheloweredhergazeandstaredrightatmycock.

Josephine

Ididnotmeantoeyethisguy’sjunk,butwhenIsawhim,gotagoodlookatwhothis
tow-truckmanwas,itwaslikeinstinct.

Hewashuge,easilytoweringovermynotsomeagerfive-foot-sixheight.Theman

wasabeast,hisbodycordedwithmuscle,hisgrease-stainedwhiteshirtdoingnothing
tohideallthatstrength.Hehadadark,trimmedbeard,andasIreallytookhimin,I
realizedthismanputhisgendertoshame.

I’dneverbeeninstantlyarousedbefore…untilnow.
Iwaswet—soaking,infact.
Mynippleswerehard,hell,maybeevenhardenoughhecouldseethempushing

againstthematerialofmyshirt.

AndIfeltmyheartbeatingfastandhard,feltitlodgedinmythroat.
Myreactionwasridiculous,ludicrouseven,butitwasreal.

Iclearedmythroatandlookedaway.Hewashard,hiserectionpressingagainsthis

pantslikeathirdleg.

God,hewasbig.
“So,”Isaidbutdidn’tlookathim.Ifeltverybarerightnow,unhingedeven.“Think

it’ssomethingyoucanfix?”

Hedidn’tanswerrightaway,andIglancedupathim.Hehadhisfocustrainedright

onme,thisdark,commandingpresencethathadmyfleshfeelingtight,exposedinthe
winter’schill.

“I’llgetittakencareof.”Hetookasteptowardme,andIsmelledthewildscented

colognehewore.Itwasmanly,slightlymusky,andremindedmeofthewoodsaftera
rainfall.“Goaheadandhopinthetruck.”

InoddedbecauseIstillfeltsooffbalance.Hemovedpastme,thelightglowfrom

histaillightswashinghishugebodyinthisreddish-orangehue.AndwhenIsawhim
starttogetmycarreadytobetowed,Icouldn’thelpbutwatchthewayhismuscles
playedunderthefleshofhisbiceps.

Ididn’tknowwhatinthehellwasgoingonwithme,butIhadafeelingIneededto

burythatshit.NowaywasIabouttoentertaintheideaofbeingwiththismaninthe
filthiestwaypossible.

Icouldn’t.
Iwouldn’t.
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