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He pushed up my denim skirt, but I couldn’t wait. Leaning forward, I sucked his cock into my mouth.

“Wait.” He repositioned on top of me and his cock was in my mouth while his head bent between my legs, sucking me.

I stroked from his balls to his ass before I pushed on his anus. His ass tightened and his movements lost rhythm. My body arched, legs splayed, teetering on the edge. I drove him harder because I wanted him to be as crazy as me.

He braced himself and lifted his head from me before he shouted and came in my mouth. I greedily swallowed his seed.

He bent back to me, and when his teeth grazed my clit, I bucked in another climax. His cock fell from my mouth and I screamed his name. He held me, body and soul, as I shattered more powerfully than ever before with the balls fucking me through it all.

Panting, Dare collapsed beside me, his head by my feet. “You’re going to kill me,” he huffed out as he tried to calm his breath.

“You put these balls in me. So intense, and beautiful and crazy as hell.” My memories of the bike ride were tangled up with the driving need to come. Dare’s scent in my nostrils, wind racing into my face, and the sun shining strong. Yeah, I wouldn’t forget tonight anytime soon.

He hauled himself up and pulled up his pants. We hadn’t even undressed before we’d attacked each other.

“Gotta head to church, Red.” He ran fingers through his hair. “You head out the door we came in and find MJ.” His gaze bore into mine. “Do not come into the club room.”

I nodded, trying to work up the energy to move.

“Remember, any questions, anything, you say ‘Ask Dare. I’m his property.’” He flashed a smirk.

Once I settled, I straightened my clothes before going out the door we’d entered. I wandered around the edge of the cinder block building, much more utilitarian than I’d imagined.

MJ arranged dishes at the buffet tables—a whopping ten tables of food. My desserts lined a far table, taking up most of it, and satisfaction settled on top of the afterglow.

“Lila.” MJ greeted me with a hug. “I’m having what you’re drinking.” She winked at me.

“Haven’t drunk anything yet.” I didn’t drink, ever.

“Your scream, and before dark, it’s a new record.” Her elbow poked my ribs.

Holy fucking mother of stupidity, did everyone hear me? I swallowed the bile. I could just hear the way the others would sneer at me, the way Dare would put me down.

My first time at the club and I’d messed up. I was sure Dare wouldn’t want anyone taking stabs at him about his out-of-control woman. Every one of my boyfriends had put me down because of my sexual appetite. I’d learned over the years that disapproval was the beginning of the end—my father hitting me for every perceived mistake, my first boyfriend putting me down with his words and his fists, my ex complaining I was too demanding, too needy, only to be screwing another behind my back. Mistakes led to the end in my world, and this was a giant one.

Whore. Addict. Show-off. Words rebounded inside me as I remembered what they’d said, how they’d kept me under their thumb and worse how they’d put me down even as I made them come.

She laughed at me, and I wanted to sink into the ground. I was so ashamed that I covered my face as the first tear tried to slip down my cheek.

“Sorry, sorry.” She fought against the laughter. “Take a walk with me.”

I didn’t want to walk anywhere with her.

MJ’s thin fingers squeezed my elbow and pushed me away from the tables of food. I stumbled over my own feet and corrected myself, hoping to avoid further embarrassment. I glanced toward the scrawny general, expecting her to start a mile-a-minute stream of words, but her silence amped the anxiety already making me think about fleeing into the woods.

Walking back the way I’d come, I kept my gaze glued to the gray dirt path. She moved through the scraggly grass to a bright blue porch swing hanging from a rusted, old swing set frame. With a sigh, she settled into the creaking swing and patted the seat beside her. Heart hammering like a jackhammer, I sat and fixed my gaze on the tree line in the distance. I braced myself for her attack.

“First, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Her face became dead serious. “Tonight, when the lights go down, people will be fucking everywhere. Well, in enough places you could stumble across them. Until dark, they’ll find a less public place, like the bedrooms. It’s what they’re for.”

She was talking about how sheep acted, not old ladies, not biker girls. Right?

“Okay, but I screamed...” I covered my face with my hands. I’d always been vocal, but Dare liked it, so I didn’t hold back and neither did he. But he hadn’t been loud in the room. If only I’d taken his hint.