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Once the rival club members were in nothing but their underwear, Layla stepped back and watched as Gunner added their clothes to the makeshift bonfire Gordo and Jesse were piling up. As she shifted her gaze back to the Los Muertos members, she blushed as she realized one of them was staring at her, and that she could see his prick throbbing through his boxers.

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it like he was eating her pussy.

Then Gunner stomped on his balls.

He howled in agony and doubled over, retching onto the floor. Layla watched in horror as Gunner slammed his boot into the rival club member’s ribcage, forcing him to hurl again as he curled into a fetal position on the cold floor.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” he muttered, then crouched down next to him. “Gordo, tell this fucker to keep his dirty spic eyes off Cinderella here.”

Gordo gave him a withering look at the racial remark, but translated regardless. The club member said nothing in return as Gunner stood, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“Thanks,” Layla murmured, unsure of what else to say.

Gunner looked her over, his eyes trailing over every aspect of her body before he responded.

“No problem.”

“All right, let’s get this shit started,” Jesse said, backing away from his wooden tower. “Gimme your lighter, Gunner.”

For once, Gunner obliged without argument.

Jesse lit the trail of stinking gasoline and backed away, watching a searing blue flame raced toward the pyre.

“Everybody out,” he said.

They hustled through the door as the blaze erupted, quickly spreading over the crates, chairs, and other fuel Gordo and Jesse had piled up to tempt it. Layla could feel the crackling heat behind her as she moved back out into the chilly air, stealing a glance over her shoulder once she felt she was far enough away not to get scorched.

The flames were kind of beautiful in the dark. The way they stretched and flickered, never performing the same dance twice, instilled in her an eerie sort of calm. It was hypnotic, really; a mesmerizing display of raw, primal power engulfing even the most dutifully-crafted of man-made structures.

Of course, there was a lot of weed still left in there, and the smoke
was
blowing in their direction.

She watched the Los Muertos club members scamper into the night, followed by mocking peals of laughter from Gunner and Camel as they chased them past the motorcycles. They didn’t follow them very far, and soon they returned to the ground, snickering between each other, their pockets stuffed with baggies of weed.

“You wanna?” Jesse asked her. He was sitting on his bike, rolling up a joint.

Layla smiled. “Fuck yes.”

The two of them sat in the shadow of Jesse’s bike, toking on a single blunt as the Los Muertos warehouse steadily burned before their eyes.

Layla thought she would feel more guilty about the whole thing, but mostly, she felt kind of
proud.
She’d never been part of something this big before, and though part of her still understood the risks attached to it, another was in awe of the power she suddenly wielded.

Next to her, Jesse basked in the glow of the structure fire. He was completely blazed, a goofy grin on his face as he watched the flames twist and lick from the warehouse windows. Layla liked it much better when he was like this; reckless and carefree. But she supposed that part of being president of a motorcycle club was dealing with stressful situations, and she could hardly begrudge him his earlier snappishness.

Emboldened by the THC thrumming in her veins, Layla leaned her head on his leather-clad shoulder and draped an arm over his chest. She closed her eyes when he moved his arm around her in kind, clutching her to him in the dirt and ash.

“I wasn’t always a rich bitch, you know,” she said, clacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she realized how dry it had become.

“No?” Jesse answered lazily, lolling his head into hers with a dull
thunk.

She shook her head, rubbing her hair against his stubble. “Once upon a time, I was dirt fuckin’ poor.” She paused to worry the soft fabric of his shirt between her fingers. “Once upon a time, I was a foster kid.”

She felt Jesse’s heart give a little tremble in his chest. He looked down at her and tilted her face up to meet his gaze.

“No shit?”

“No shit,” she promised, sighing through her nose. “I don’t like to talk about it, really. I just… thought you should know.”

Jesse leaned his head back against his Harley and pulled Layla in a little tighter. She liked laying with him like this, and the buzz vibrating through her body was the most pleasant one she’d had in months. She didn’t want to ruin it by talking about all the horrible things she’d seen and been through as a ward of the state.

“I know how that is,” he said finally, squeezing her shoulder. He didn’t say another word about it. He didn’t have to.

After what seemed like eons, he finally stood up and pulled Layla to her feet along with him.

“Let’s go, beauty queen,” he said, and this time, she didn’t mind it so much.

They hurtled down the back roads at breakneck pace, tumbling through the dark like shooting stars on their way to eternity. Layla’s hands roamed his body, groping for all the parts of him she’d been too scared to touch while sober. His muscles were so firm and warm beneath her fingertips, bursting with life, and as she fondled his rippling abs, Jesse revved the motorcycle against her clit.

Layla shuddered and pressed closer against his back. She hoped he could feel her nipples pressing into him through his leather.

Jesse broke off from the other Marauders and slowed their pace as he reached behind his back to grasp the button on her shorts. Layla blushed but straightened up to give him better access, biting her lip as he fumbled against her flat, quivering tummy.

Once the button was loose, he pulled at her zipper and exposed her dampened pussy to the cold night air. She yelped and laughed, then moaned into the wind as his fingers found purchase between her slick folds.

She had no idea how he was able to drive with his calloused fingers tickling her slit, but their course remained steady nonetheless. She arched and squirmed against him, careful not to lean too far one way or the other and announcing her approval with loud, shameless moans into his ear. With her cheek against his back, she could feel his heart hammering away at his ribcage, and with her hands caressing the front of his jeans, she could feel his cock straining against the denim.

He wanted her. And she
needed
him.

They reached the Mirage all too soon, and just before they reached the open bay door, Jesse withdrew his hand from her pussy and slowed the bike to a crawl, giving Layla just enough time to fix her shorts before they rolled into the chop shop.

“How’d you make out?” Bear asked, though he didn’t bother to look up from his card game with Hollywood.

“Got ‘em good,” Gunner reported, then turned to look at Jesse. “What do you think, Jess?”

“Good enough,” he replied as he helped Layla down from his bike. She could feel that her cheeks were red despite the cold, and when she looked up into Jesse’s bloodshot eyes, she had to fight the urge to press her lips to his right there in front of everyone.

He smiled at her warmly. He looked like he knew the feeling.

“You want me to take you home?” he asked in such a way that she knew he meant there would be a detour first.

“Uh huh,” she responded breathlessly, sinking her teeth deep into her lower lip.

Jesse grinned wide and brushed a bit of hair from her face. Her skin tingled when his hand made contact. She could smell the scent of her lust all over him.

“I gotta pee first, though,” she blurted out, then giggled when she realized what she said.

Jesse hung his head and laughed. “Okay,” he relented. “Bathroom’s back there.” He nodded to the door they’d gone through to eat the ice cream cake earlier in the day.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised, giving his hip a little squeeze as she bounded toward the door.

She was soaring by the time she made it to the bathroom, up so high that she could barely make out which door was supposed to be for the ladies’ room. She grabbed the wrong handle at first, but before she could go in, another hand clasped down over hers.

“Wrong one,” Gunner said, lifting her hand away from the knob to place it over the correct one.

“Thanks,” she murmured, twisting it clumsily.

“Need some help there, Cinderella?” he breathed into her ear, and Layla shuddered despite herself. Gunner’s voice—so low and gravelly—seemed to tingle all the way down her spine, culminating in her tailbone and vibrating into her hips. She gave a little squirm and shook her head, clearing her throat before she answered.

“I’m fine. I just—I didn’t expect to get so fucked up.”

“It’s good shit,” Gunner agreed, pushing the bathroom door open for her. “Here, lemme get the light.”

“Thanks,” Layla said absently again. Gunner hit the switch, then closed the door behind her.

She was just about to pull her shorts off when she felt his hands on her tits.

“Gunner—” she started to say, but he whirled her around too fast for her to finish. Her head spun as he pressed her back into the wall, his lips seeking hers with their fierce, scorching touch.

Layla moaned into his mouth, grabbing onto his arms tightly as he lifted her up by her ass, squeezing each plump, juicy cheek like it was a ripe peach he couldn’t wait to devour. She wrapped her legs around him for support, squeezing him between her thighs to prevent him from dropping her as his hands moved to his belt.

“What’re you doing?” she groaned as the room spun around her.

“Takin’ what I want,” he answered, lowering his zipper. “You got a problem with that?”

“I…” She shook her head. “I’m supposed to be Jesse’s…”

“You’re a Marauder now, princess,” Gunner growled, lifting her tank top up past the swells of her aching breasts. “You belong to
everyone.
”

Layla cried out as he clamped his teeth over one of her nipples, swirling his tongue around it in frantic circles that made her knees weak. She pulled at his hair, feeling its silken texture against her palms as she writhed under his rough, desperate touch.

“Stop,” she moaned.

Gunner paused. He looked up at her and smirked in a way that filled her stomach with anxious butterflies.

Then Jesse threw open the door.

Gunner spun to face him, but Jesse was already moving forward. He grabbed Gunner by his jacket and threw him out of the bathroom, leaving Layla in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, though he didn’t offer to help her up.

“I… I think so,” she answered, pulling down her shirt.

Jesse nodded slowly. Then he reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her up onto her feet so hard and fast that her shoulder popped.

“Good,” he said. “’Cause I think we need to get somethin’ straight.”

He dragged her through the hall with one hand and shoved Gunner along with the other until they hit the middle of the chop shop. Bear looked up from his cards when Gunner crashed through the door, sprawling out onto the concrete as Jesse landed a kick to the back of his knee.

“I think there’s been a mistake,” Jesse said as he hauled Layla over to his bike. “And I wanna correct it right now.”

“What are you doing?” she whimpered, but he only pushed her onto her stomach over the seat in response.

“Jesse,” Camel started to say, but stopped when he saw the look he gave him. He held up his hands in surrender and allowed him to continue.

“It seems that some of you have mistaken my tolerance for
weakness,
” he continued, pulling off his jacket. Layla heard it hit the floor behind him, followed by the sound of his zipper inching down.

“Let’s get somethin’ straight. I’m your fuckin’
president,
motherfuckers. You don’t touch what’s mine. You don’t try to
take
what’s mine. And you don’t fuck with my bitch unless I fuckin’ tell you to. Are we clear?”

Layla looked up to see the whole of the room nodding in agreement. She tried to push herself up, but Jesse laid a firm hand upon her back and shoved her back down onto her chest.

“I don’t think we are,” he said.

Layla whined softly as she felt his strong hands freeing her from her shorts, yanking them down to her knees along with her panties in front of everyone. She tried to turn away and close Bear’s jacket around her, but Jesse ripped it off, throwing it onto the floor as he pulled up her tank top and exposed her full, round tits to the rest of the Marauders.

“Layla is
my
bitch,” he announced, and she gasped as his dick slid into the cradle of her ass cheeks. “And I’m gonna fuckin’ prove it, for those of you who need a demonstration.”

She looked at Gunner sitting on the floor, his nose gushing blood again, then cried out as Jesse’s cockhead breached the entrance to her cunt.