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Shooter’s fingers flew over the keyboard. He’d play it professional, let Stant sweat out who the sender might be. A man like him had to have enemies.

After saving the file to the thumb drive, he closed everything and handed it over to Specs. “I want it slipped into his mailbox tomorrow. Make sure it can’t be traced back to us.”

“You got it.”

Specs gave a two-finger salute and left the office to join the others. Shooter remained in his seat, mentally dismembering the man threatening to ruin the happiness he’d found. With the past firmly placed behind him he was ready to move forward but Stant insisted on gumming up the works. His operation was far bigger than they’d first expected. Room 801 was a large building on a private piece of land about thirty minutes out of town. It ran like the bunny ranch, offering up girls and catering to fetishes of all shapes and sizes. The cut they were raking in made his eyes cross. Millions of dollars were changing hands right under their nose. Recently Stant had been talking to some of the other M.C.s. That would bother Tiny more than anything else. Ambitious assholes are going to learn it’s bad for your health to obstruct the path of a Lord. Stant would learn that firsthand before Shooter finished with him.

Calmed, he pushed back from the desk and rejoined the crowd, seeking Juliette out. “Ladies. I’m going to steal Juliette from you now.”

“The librarian must be doing something right, huh?” Boston grinned.

“Damn straight.” Shooter laughed when Juliette pressed her face against his shoulder. Winking at Boston, he wrapped his arm around Juliette’s waist and guided her out into the crisp night. As summer faded into fall the nights began to have a little bite.

“Where are you taking me?” she whispered.

“To fulfill a promise.”

Her brows drew together. He could hear the wheels spinning in her mind as she allowed her to lead him to the small garage they had out back, one of their many legal businesses.

“Please tell me you didn’t buy me a motorcycle.”

He barked a laugh. “No, do you want one?”

“No. I’m content to ride on the back of yours.”

Squeezing her hand, he guided her inside where he’d had a prospect bring his bike.

“I don’t understand.” Juliette glanced around. “Are we going on a ride?”

“You are.” He sat down on his bike.

“Shooter.” Her quick glance down and puffed up cheeks conveyed her embarrassment.

“I can still make you bashful. I like it.” Unbuttoning his fly, he shoved his jeans down and freed his rapidly growing cock. “Why did you think I asked you to bring a skirt to change into tonight?”

“Because you like my legs.”

“There’s always that too.” He stroked his shaft and grinned at the hungry way her gaze ate him alive. “That night we first met I promised you I’d show you how this is possible.”

“I remember.”

“Come here.” He crooked his fingers, moaning when she put extra sway into her steps. Every day she came out of her shell more as she blossomed into the woman she’d been destined to be all along. Stant might have slowed that process down but he could never stop it.

Lifting her skirt, he licked his lips at the lacy black number she revealed. “You won’t need these.” Hooking a finger inside her waistband, he caressed her heated flesh. “Step out of them.” She rolled the underwear down her hips and legs. He licked his lips hungrily, taking in the site of her smooth brown skin. “Give ’em.” She handed over the silky scrap of black material. He held it to his nose, inhaling her earthy scent. “You smell so good. I’m not sure if I want to eat you or fuck you.” Her eye

s dilated and his cock swelled. “Pull your skirt up around your waist. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.” She did as he asked and he moaned at the sight of her glistening lips. Neatly shaved with a thin strip of hair, she had his mouth watering. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.” She spread her lips and he moaned.

“Let me see you touch yourself.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke it to relieve the pressure. She circled her swollen clit with her finger, keeping their gazes locked. “That’s it baby, slip two fingers inside and get yourself ready for me.” She plunged two fingers into her slick center. His cock twitched and pre-cum leaked from his head. “Fuck, I can see your cream.” She increased her speed. Her head fell back. Dark curls tumbled down her back.

“Fuck baby, you look so hot like that.” His balls ached. “Come here.” She opened her hazy eyes and slowly removed her fingers. He grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth. Her flavor danced along his taste buds and he growled. Wrapping his hands around her waist he lifted her into his lap facing him. He leaned in, taking her lips. Sweeping his tongue across her lips, he dipped inside. I can’t decide which is sweeter, her mouth or her cunt. She sank down on his lips, running her pussy over his cock and coating his dick with her slickness. Her breath shortened. He pulled away from her lips.

“No more teasing.” She whimpered.

“This is your ride—you take the lead.”

Clutching his shoulders she gripped his thighs tight between her own, rose up, and slammed down. He hissed as the moist heat sucked him in and held him tight.

“Do you want it slow?” Lifting up inch by torturous inch, she eased back down in a measured rhythm that made him long for more. He dug his fingers into her hips and pushed down the urge to take over. This was for her.


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