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“Why don’t you drink?” Her words were quick and quiet.

I blew out a breath. “It’s not a secret, I’m trying to stay off the radar, at least after my entrance. Don’t you think enough people are talking about me?”

“You pregnant?” she accused me.

“No.” My voice squeaked at the idea. One day, but not at twenty-four with a guy who didn’t even want to commit to me. “Never been a drinker. I got daddy issues, good enough?” It better be, because I wouldn’t share my baggage with her or anyone.

Chapter Twelve: Lila

A bit later, Dare laughed with his hand on Gimp’s back as they walked toward us. He glanced at me with soft eyes, like when he gave me his special smile—relaxed, happy or just chill. He and Gimp wandered off to visit with more bikers, so I followed Suzie back to the table where we’d sat earlier.

Two of the old ladies, Andi and Sarah, talked about when their guys, who worked with the club’s security company, would be home again. I sensed both missed their husbands, but they didn’t complain. I would if my man left for three months at a time, and wondered how they survived it. A few hours without Dare created a hole too large to fill.

The time passed easily in the company of the three ladies. Around nine Andi and Sarah stood to go. According to Sarah, after dark wasn’t fun without their men.

The women quieted, and their gazes fixed beyond my back, so I glanced over my shoulder. A lithe biker with russet hair swaggered toward our table and sat down next to me.

“You, me, lots of orgasms equals happiness beyond imagination.” He spoke the horrible line with a straight face. Normally I would’ve laughed, but the stillness of the others told me this was serious.

“I’m Rebel, the best—and I mean best—at fucking you senseless.” His hand moved toward mine, but I moved it away. His heavy beer breath wafted across my face.

“Sorry, I’m Dare’s property.”

“For how long?” He spread his legs wide like he owned the world. Or to give me a view of his award-winning crotch.

“Ask Dare, not
his
property.”

He laughed loudly and stared at me with this intense expression while I held my breath. Finally, he stood with a slight sway and strolled away.

“He and Dare have this competition thing.” Suzie spoke with a clipped quietness.

“You did great, girl, but you better find your man. Safest way in the dark.” Andi glanced at Sarah.

Were old ladies not safe in the dark without their biker next to them?

Dare stomped toward me. “Goddammit, Lila. You fixed cherry cheesecake and didn’t tell me. Now it’s gone.”

The ladies melted away. I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Follow me if you want cheesecake.”

His frown became a lopsided smile. While we walked to the club kitchen, he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my ass. I opened the fridge to show him the pan with his name on top.

“All for you, MJ said you liked it.”

“Son of a bitch, you cooked me both my favorites.” He kissed my nose before he grabbed the container. “Shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“I take care of my man.” I jumped up on the stainless steel counter of the industrial-grade kitchen. I definitely had kitchen envy.

He ate almost a third of the cheesecake from the pan before he fastened the lid and returned it to the fridge. “Thanks, Red. Stay with me now.”

I sighed in relief. After Rebel, I didn’t want to be on my own. We walked out through the club. An odd assortment of tables were being pushed back, and a band set up on a stage.

“Will you dance with me? I love it.” I did a little hop of joy.

“Damn straight.” He glanced at me out of the side of his eye. “You doing okay?”

I nodded. Playing wasn’t helping. “Let’s go for broke. Let it build, dance until I can’t stand it and then have you fuck me until I scream.”

He stopped midstep and turned to me. “Perfect. Can you make it two or three hours?”

I scoffed at his question. “Can you?”

He grinned and grabbed my hand, and warmth spread through me as we wandered the party hand in hand. He intoxicated me. Dare’s public claiming tripped forever fantasies in my lust-soaked brain while my body quivered from the way those glass balls moved inside me. Three hours? I’d be so horny a stiff breeze might send me off.

Finally, we settled next to Jericho and a few other guys.

“This the screamer?” An exotically handsome guy with mocha skin and dark brown hair gave me the once-over. He didn’t have a beard either. Then I remembered him because he’d come to my place to get Veronica. What had Dare said his name was?

“Otherwise known as Lila.” Dare drew me onto his lap where his stiff cock poked my ass. “Lila, this son of a bitch is Bear. Fair warning, he runs the porn business and liked your scream a bit too much.” Dare scowled at him but didn’t seem truly pissed, after all, he’d told me they were close.

“You’re wasted at the shop. Come work for me. I can have you rolling in money. That body. That voice.”

I laughed, but no one else did. “You’re serious?”

“As a fucking heart attack.” Bear trapped me with his scary amber stare.

My pulse raced and I started to freak out. Then I remembered what Dare told me, it was all my choice. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.

“Thanks, Bear, for the compliment. But it’s not my thing.” I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself.

The guy who looked entirely too small to be called Bear shrugged. I’d heard several veiled comments about him, but I hadn’t paid enough attention. I leaned into Dare and he relaxed.

Had he been worried about what I’d say?

Conversation swirled around me, and I soaked in the warm glow of being with him. He laughed, talked and drank half a bottle of Crown whiskey. But only his eyes showed his inebriation. He held his liquor well. When the sounds of the band warming drifted our way, I was ready to dance. Squirming on his lap, I tried to find a place that eased the movement of the damn balls. I ached from the stimulation, but I refused to give in.

Dare bent to my ear. “Will you make it?”

My gaze found his, and desire flashed between us. He grew harder under my ass. I reached up and dragged his head to mine, kissing him with all the pent-up frustration inside me. His hands moved to my breasts, but I leaned away. “Will you?”

Someone, maybe Bear, muttered about waste, but I didn’t agree. We were about passion and connection so raw it consumed us. Dare’s chest tightened and his hand gripped my leg.

“Dare, I want another crack at the title.” Rebel’s voice cracked in the night air.

“Tomorrow’s a better race day,” Jericho said into the silence.

“I bet old Lefty you’d be too wrapped up to race tonight,” Rebel sneered.

What did he mean? I shifted, ignoring the pressure on my leg.

“Oh, Lila, you know your man holds the title racing on his back wheel?”

The race sounded dangerous. Stupid and dangerous.

Rebel smiled like he’d already won.

“He’s good at everything.” I relaxed into my guy, waiting on him.

“Be back in a flash, Red.” Dare stood and swayed as I slipped off his lap.

Fear climbed my spine and spread its cold dread through me, but for once I didn’t show it, at least I tried not to. And since no one looked at me funny, I must have succeeded.

“Go kick ass, Dare. I’ll be here to congratulate you.” I lounged back in the chair like I didn’t give a damn. My guy was a badass biker who scared bikers, so I couldn’t do what I really wanted—beg him not to go.

He leaned forward and kissed me, then turned and walked toward the front of the club.

“Better haul ass, or I’ll beat you before you even get there,” Dare called without glancing back.

Rebel sauntered after him.

A dull roar of murmured words spread through the party until almost all the bikers and several of the women were by the race area.

Suzie sat next to me. “I’ve seen him race twice as drunk. But it’s good for you not to go over. Don’t want to distract him.”

I liked Suzie. We might even become friends, but I sure as hell didn’t need her yammering in my ear now. It took all my willpower not to puke. The idea of him racing—I didn’t have words for the uneasy dread stalking me.

Suzie followed my cue, and we sat in silence. I drank my Coke, wishing it held something stronger. My pussy throbbed, stomach churned and head pounded. A trifecta made in hell.

While it felt like hours, my watch said thirty minutes had passed before Dare returned triumphant. The news traveled ahead of him, and I gave him a hero’s welcome. He fell into my kiss, and we didn’t surface for some time.

He broke away. “I need whiskey and a dance with my woman,” he roared to a round of cheers. Grabbing the bottle of Crown he’d set on the ground when he’d accepted the challenge, we stood together.

Straightening, he pulled me into him, kissing my ear. “You good?”

We strolled toward the club. “Ready for the final windup, I’m slowly going insane from the constant stimulation.”

He turned to me, concern shadowing his face. “You don’t have to do this. You can stop anytime. It’s about what works for you.”

Dazed, I stared at him. No one ever checked on me, gave me an out, and tears welled but I blinked them away. I thought about what I wanted, making sure before I spoke. “I want it, crazy buildup and all, and when I explode, hell, they may hear us in Ardmore.”

He jerked me to him and bit my neck while his hands rubbed over my backside.

“I think, with you, I’d try about anything once, and I even have these ideas, kinky ideas, that I am curious about.”

“Dammit, woman, let’s dance before I go crazy.” He swallowed a long drink of whiskey and then another.

The band played Southern rock, mostly covers. My body twirled and moved against Dare, then he settled my ass into his crotch. I couldn’t think. My ass ground into him, unable to stop. He closed a hand over my crotch, touching my overstimulated clit.

“Tits.” I panted the word. His hand snaked under my halter, and I spun in a dazed dance of his making. My winding movements were about release. Dare set the timing, or maybe we danced to the music of our bodies.

When it hit me, I turned in to him, biting my lip and burying my head in his chest as the orgasm rocked me. When the world refocused, we swayed to a slow song. I stared blankly, lost in him. He swung us around to an outside table, where his bottle sat. Three huge gulps emptied the bottle.

“It’s quit working,” he said to me. “I’ll dance until you’re ready but, baby, I’m ready.”

“What quit working?”

“The booze, to dull the throb of my dick,” he growled.

He started to kiss me, but I ducked away, already moving to the dance floor and the fast tempo of the song.

“You made a mistake, letting me come. I got three, four more songs in me.”

He groaned, but followed me with a smirk on his face. The whiskey hit him in the third song, his graceful movements lost timing, his eyes turned glassy, and he was almost shouting. He’d moved past lit to fucked up.

“Red, I can go all night.” His words were a tinge messy.

“I can’t. Get me a drink and take me to bed.”

He grinned down at me, triumphant. We moved to the bar where he demanded another bottle and I got a new Coke. How much could he drink?

We walked down a dark hallway toward the bedroom we’d used earlier. By the time we reached it, he’d downed a fourth of the bottle and I’d almost emptied my Coke.

“Can we remove them now?” I almost begged him.

He set down the whiskey and shook his head. “One more buildup with them, then
kapow
, we go for it.”

I laughed and slipped off my clothes, watching Dare do the same.

“Condoms?” I didn’t plan to be playing find the cover when I needed him inside me.

“Bedside table.”

He removed his pants and we both stood nude, staring at each other. I’m sure the stark hunger in his expression was reflected on my face.

“Gotta fuck you in front of a mirror.” He shook back his hair. “Not tonight.” He prowled forward with his whiskey in hand. “Still thirsty, and you can be my cup, Red.”

I backed up until my legs hit the bed.

“Lie down.”

“I might get loud,” I warned, needing to be sure he was on board.

“I hope so. Hot as hell when you scream my name.”

I fell back on the bed and scooted up until I lay in the middle. He crawled up after me, pouring whiskey on my body. I shivered when the cold liquid hit me. He laughed and poured more on my stomach, sipping it up. My hips already moved, and those balls never stopped. Dare lapped whiskey off my middle before he carefully sucked all traces from my breasts.

He massaged and tweaked them. I arched up wanting more of the intense pleasure shooting from my nipples in an arrow to my womb. My pussy spasmed around the balls, sending sharp bursts up my spine. The race between the pleasure centers drove me crazy.

“I...touch...you.” My brain barely worked.

He brought his cock to my chest. “Fuck me with those magnificent tits.”

I pushed them together with my arms as he slid his dick between them. I bent my head low until I could lick his tip when he thrust up. We danced together and my focus narrowed—all I did was wait for a taste and then he slipped away again.

My body sung, and inside me, my walls were dust, he claimed my soul with every stroke to my body, imprinting himself on me. And I welcomed it. I greedily took every bit he gave me.

“Can’t take more.” He jerked away. “Condom.” I turned to find one in the drawer, and threw it to him. He put it on. “Bear down and they’ll pop loose.”

And amazingly they popped right out, but now my pussy was empty and needy, worse than the torment of the balls. He plunged into me, and I cried out. Tears streamed down my face.

My hips met his and we synched with hard slaps of flesh. He rubbed my mound with the palm of his hand, stimulating me. I bucked, unable to find the rhythm. His hips circled, and I screamed. My world exploded, and he kept circling while his hand worked that spot.

Then he stroked deep. I shouted his name over and over as his apa dragged along my G-spot. A rainbow of colors exploded in my head. I grabbed my nipples, squeezing, while my pussy spasmed around his thick cock.

I shattered into millions of tiny pieces. He owned me, and I’d gladly give myself to him again. In those seconds, I’d been reborn, stronger than ever.

His stared down at me as his body jerked. My hands grabbed his ass, seating him better inside me. His face revealed emotions I’d never witnessed before—confusion, joy, bliss, and then something feral, possessive, took over, before he captured my mouth with his.