“I want you to suck my big fat cock, baby. Show me why Wasp was so fucking fond of you.”
She frowned a bit when I mentioned his name, but she didn’t argue. She dropped to her knees, then fumbled with my pants like the obedient little girl Wasp made her to be.
I felt the warmth of her mouth circle my length, but I was having a hard time keeping it hard... I was losing arousal fast.
“Everything okay?” she asked, making me feel even less of a man than I already felt.
“Did I ask you to talk?” I growled, getting pissed at my inability to perform.
I shut my eyes, blocking out her fake moans as she bobbed up and down my cock.
It wasn’t until I channeled the feel of his hand on my cock, squeezing the bulge he fucking created, that my dick suddenly sprang to life, choking Keelie until she gagged.
If this was going to work, I’d have to block out everything else, and just keep imagining him... Warrant... my deepest and darkest desire.
Why the fuck didn’t I just give in to my temptations behind that closed door? Nobody would’ve fucking known it was the two of us fucking. Not if we locked the door and kept quiet.
But could I be quiet if a beast like Warrant was taking me from behind? Did I want to be?
And it was with those sinful thoughts that my cock exploded down Keelie’s throat, using my concealed fantasies to keep the charade going.
Yes, I was a fucking lying, selfish prick. But who could blame me? I had to lie. It was the only way to stay alive in a world that would never understand me and my dark desires. I was a rabbit in a den of bears... scared... hiding... and completely out of touch with his true self. But deep down, I knew there was only one fucking bear I wanted to devour me.
And he was two doors down.
Alone.
Off-limits.
And completely pissed at me.
Chapter Five
Shasta
Ramona was sitting in the middle of her living room, tears spilling down her face. She was clutching her stomach, one that was visibly growing every damn day.
“They’re gonna know, Shasta. They’ll kill me if they find out.”
“Shh, don’t worry, Ramona. I won’t let them hurt you or your baby.”
Her tear-filled eyes weakly moved up to look at me. “You know you can’t promise that. Everyone knows that Sabbath is fucking losing his mind. And Axl... fuck... I don’t know what he’d do if he found out I was carrying his red-headed baby.”
“You think the baby will have red hair?”
“It’s a recessive trait.” She pulled at her deep black locks. “This is dyed. My momma had vibrant red hair and passed it along to me and my siblings. It was a curse, one that I got rid of the second I turned eighteen. But yes, I think the baby will come out with carrot-colored hair just like his dad.”
Axl was the only red head in the club. A lot of girls wanted to fuck him just because of that fact, but for some reason, he chose Ramona as his favorite girl. I honestly didn’t see him with anyone else.
“Ramona, I think you’re not giving Axl enough credit. The man is crazy about you.”
She scoffed. “Gosh, I hope not. I couldn’t even imagine being tied down to a man for the rest of my life.”
It made me sad to hear her say that, but I also knew why she felt that way. Axl was a good guy underneath all that biker... but he was also aguyand not what she wanted.
“He can’t know about the baby, Shasta. Please, promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not Snyder. Not Clash. Not any of the men who have graced your vagina lately.”
My nose scrunched up. “I’d so rather you use the word pussy than the dreaded “V” word.”