Part 15 (2/2)

”What is it?” Angel sighs.

”You both move into one of the club houses. There's one that has five bedrooms and six baths. It's in the middle of nowhere. It sits on thirty acres of dry land. We normally use it for family coming in. There's also a small guest house by the pool where I can have security there during bat s.h.i.+t crazy times,” I say as I twirl the key around on my finger.

”Pool,” Lana squeals.

”Yes... pool.” I roll my eyes at her. She's adorable, and it's no wonder she's got Pyro wrapped around her finger.

”Wait... what's the rent?” Winter asks me.

”You're my ol' lady. I ain't having you pay me f.u.c.king rent. Are you trying to insult me?”

”I'm your ol' lady? Since when?” she asks.

”Since I spotted you in white wearing a pair of wings,” I say seriously.

”I sorta more than care about you,” she whispers.

”I sorta more than care about you, too.”

C'mon Angel, it's not that hard to say. It's a four-letter word, and it starts with L. Why won't she say it? Better yet, why won't I? This not getting laid s.h.i.+t is s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with my mind. I'm not trying to pressure her, but d.a.m.n if I'm not craving that body of hers and the way my c.o.c.k feels inside of it.

”Prospects and Shadow c'mere,” I holler out.

Shadow walks up with the prospects. ”Go to Angel and Lana's apartment, pack up all their belongings, and do it nicely. If one thing gets broken, Shadow here is to smack you upside the f.u.c.king head. Am I clear?” They nod. ”And then take it all to the five bedroom home. Don't be sniffen their d.a.m.n panties and s.h.i.+t either. Respect their belongings.”

”Prez.” They agree.

”Shadow, make sure s.h.i.+t gets done right. These two mean a lot to the club.” I motion to the girls.

”No problem, Prez,” he drawls.

I watch them walk away and out the door to the middle of the compound. I turn my attention back to the girls who are smiling so d.a.m.n bright. I tease them by pulling my shades over my eyes.

”Pyro is gonna be over the moon.” I laugh at Lana who's face does a one eighty.

”s.h.i.+t, I gotta go check on him,” she groans and takes off faster than a speeding bullet.

”You seem like you're enjoying the moving counties and club idea and all.” Winter grins at me.

What's not to like or enjoy? She's going to be closer to me and let's face it; I have this addiction to her that I can't seem to shake. At first, I've even contemplated that it was because I haven't f.u.c.ked her outta my system yet because we've barely done any of that, but then again it's just her. My h.e.l.l's angel.

”It means I have access to that p.u.s.s.y anytime I want,” I whisper low.

”f.u.c.king jacka.s.s.” She shoves at my shoulder. ”I think Lana has something more going on that she's not telling me. I know she still can't be blaming herself for this s.h.i.+t storm. She and Pyro are making me f.u.c.king dizzy.” Angel cringes when she says the word dizzy, and f.u.c.k if that doesn't make me wanna kick myself in my own b.a.l.l.s.

”She'll talk to you soon enough,” I say. I don't know how to talk to the ladies about their BFF problems and s.h.i.+t. I'm a f.u.c.king biker who deals drugs and f.u.c.ks. I don't converse.

”So you guys want a large club or a small one?”

”A big one baby, an oh so big one.” She bats her eyelashes at me causing me to groan. f.u.c.k with this teasing s.h.i.+t.

”Will I get to f.u.c.k you in your office?”

”If you're a good little boy.” She winks. ”I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit. Meet me there in one hour and not sooner. And knock before you come in.” She points out with a stern but s.e.xy face.

My brows pull together as I watch her walk away. Well what the h.e.l.l. She is so d.a.m.n cryptic and s.h.i.+t.

I walk to the fridge, pull out a beer, and strut over to the couch. What the f.u.c.k to do for an hour? I can tell you that this entire hour, my d.i.c.k is gonna be standing tall, wondering what the f.u.c.k my Angel is up too.

”Yo Prez, what's up?” Sniper plops down next to me.

”Waiting an hour,” I grumble taking a gulp of my beer.

”What for?”

”Angel is up to something,” I groan using my free hand to run through my hair.

”I would say she's up to something because she was out spray painting something red the other day.”

”Spray painting? What the f.u.c.k could she be spray painting?”

See, she's a cryptic f.u.c.king girl.

”h.e.l.l if I know. She healed up yet?”

I grimace, and he laughs. ”I take that as a no. Give it time brother. She's a strong girl and I bet when she finally does, she is going to blow your f.u.c.king mind.”

She already has repeatedly, just not lately but I don't tell him that. I don't like him thinking about my Angel being f.u.c.king naked. s.h.i.+t burns my mind knowing others have seen her naked but I know if they start this club, I better get used to the idea again and f.u.c.king quick.

”We got a few more s...o...b..ll lines. We're gonna go run them up to Petra if you don't care.”

h.e.l.l no, I don't care; my Angel is being playful and is up to something.

”Go for it.”

I shot the s.h.i.+t with Sniper for the entire hour, and I know I must look like I'm on crack or something. My nerves are anxious as s.h.i.+t as I walk up the stairs. I stop at the second to the last step as I hear Grind On Me playing. I haven't heard that song in forever, and now my d.i.c.k is so d.a.m.ned hard thinking about what lies behind my closed door. I adjust myself as I knock. She doesn't say anything she cracks the door, hands me a blindfold and shuts the door. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she wants me to do with it. I'll play my Angel's little game. I smirk as I wrap it around my eyes and tie it tight in the back. I knock again signaling that I did what she wanted. I hear the door open, and her delicious f.u.c.king smell smacks me. I want to double over and groan. This b.i.t.c.h does things to me. Her small delicate hand wraps around my right bicep as she pulls me up the remaining two steps and into the room. I hear the door click shut behind me and she leads me across my apartment quarters and sits me in a chair. She restarts the song and I want to rip this blindfold off because she was probably just practicing before I came up. Her heavenly voice tells me that I can take off the blindfold now, and I don't bother untying the motherf.u.c.ker. I just rip it right off.

My eyes go wide, and I gulp like a little p.u.s.s.y boy when I spot my Angel in front of me with her back turned to me. She's spray painted her wings red and wrapped her body in leather straps. She peeks over her shoulder and with a wink, she starts dancing to the music. I start bouncing my foot. I don't think I can sit here and let her tease me like this. I want her, and I want her now. Winter seems to understand my predicament because as her body turns to face mine, her nipples peek through as she shakes her finger back and forth. My f.u.c.king h.e.l.l's angel! Hot f.u.c.king d.a.m.n!

When she comes to dance right in front of me it takes every ounce of patience I have left in my body not to s.n.a.t.c.h her up and sit her right on my c.o.c.k. As she slowly dances for me she un-wraps the leather straps, dropping them to the floor. She's so d.a.m.n stunning.

”I can be your h.e.l.l's angel baby, but right now I just wanna be your Winter,” she whispers as the last strap falls and she strips off her wings, tossing them to the side.

f.u.c.k Me!

I strip my freshly painted red wings off and toss them to the side before I walk over to Braxxon and straddle his lap. His hands instinctively go straight to my hips as I begin to grind on him. Braxxon bends his head down and runs his tongue along my scar, causing me to s.h.i.+ver. I feel his smile against my skin and his c.o.c.k pressing hard against my core. I wanted to do this slow and be able to drive him crazy, but it's just driving me bananas. I run my fingers underneath his cut and slide it off. I scratch at his chest as I work his tee s.h.i.+rt off and over his head.

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