Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(27)

I look at her. “Yeah?”

She smiles a blinding smile that hits me right in the gut. I’m so fucked, beyond fucked. I’ve been fucked since the moment I saw her picture on my computer screen.

She doesn’t say a word as she crawls into my lap and closes her eyes. Taking her hair down out of its bun, I let it fall. I turn my fingers through it, scratching her head as I reach her scalp. She sighs and snuggles closer to my chest.

“Angel, want to go home?”

She nods, and I stand up taking her with me. When we reach the bike, I set her on the ground and grab a towel out of the saddlebag. Then I dry her off.

She grabs the towel for me out of the saddlebag and dries me, going super slow. She accidentally rubs my dick through my shorts. She mutters, “Oops.”

I chuckle under my breath. The main reason I took her out here is it’s an open space. You can see a mile down the road and the club owns a house at the end of the property.

“I’m going to go change.” I leave her to get dressed.

I go behind the tree and quickly get dressed. Alisha made that move, and now, it’s time to make mine. Tonight, I am going to make her come over and over. She isn’t ready for my dick, but she will be soon.

I walk up to the bike and see Alisha standing there in her jeans and her T-shirt. The bulletproof vest is on the seat. She slips it over her head, and I tighten the straps for her. I slip her leather jacket on top of it. Next, I grab the helmet, which is bulletproof, slip it on her head, and snap it.

I climb on, and she climbs on behind me like a seasoned pro.

“Ready, angel?”

“More than ready.”

Why do I get the feeling she means so much more? I grin and start the bike.





We have been home for an hour now, and I am soaking in the tub while he is working in the basement.

I still can’t believe what happened earlier. I came for the first time in my life, and now, I regret not having done it sooner. Should I be embarrassed from coming by grinding on him? Jordan didn’t seem to mind, so I can’t bring myself to.

I feel kind of bad that he didn’t get off. Maybe I should have tried to help him? I don’t even know how to do that. Maybe I should watch some porn to give myself an idea of what to do and what sex is like.

Am I really going to look at porn?

My phone is on a small table beside the tub. I unlock it and go to Safari.

Breathe, Alisha!

I type in: How to pleasure your man.

I click on the first video and sink into the water, half terrified and half excited.





My computer beeps, and it shows that someone is using my Wi-Fi. I monitor my Wi-Fi closely because I’m a hacker and know that other people are too. I need to make sure everything is secure.

I click on the notification. Alisha is watching something on her phone, and not being able to help myself, I click the link.

A man is moaning and a woman is on her knees, sucking him off.

My eyes widen. I sit back in my chair, my arms behind my head. I smile to myself. Alisha is watching porn upstairs in the bathtub. Holy fucking shit.

The more I think about it, the funnier I find it to be. Alisha is so innocent, and I’m shocked she’s watching this.

I burst out laughing and exit out of the video.

I walk up the stairs that lead up into the bathroom and into our bedroom.

My thought is, I’m going to catch her.





Holy shit. Holy shit! I think the longer I watch the video. As I watch the video, I get turned on and think of myself doing this to Jordan. It doesn’t look that hard. Then I freak out at the thought of messing up.

“Angel,” Jordan calls through the door before he busts into the bathroom.

I scream at the top of my lungs, clutching my phone to my chest and sinking slightly into the water.



Jordan stalks inside, a cocky smile on his face. “Whatcha looking at?” he asks.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

What do I say? What do I do? Oh my God!

“Ohh.” I shrug and smile an over-the-top smile. “Just watching some Jersey Shore.”

“Oh, what episode?” He reaches for my phone.

I scream. He’ll see what I’ve been watching. At the last second, I throw it on the floor on the other side of the tub.

The phone hits the floor, and I look at Jordan. He just keeps on smiling at me like what I did was perfectly normal.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Suck my cock.” A man’s voice sounds in the room.

That didn’t just happen.

Jordan walks around the tub and picks the phone up.

“You like my big, fat cock—”

Jordan stops the video.

My life has ended. I will never be able to look at him again. I hide my face.

“Angel,” he says and then bursts out laughing.

I haven’t ever heard him laugh like that before, so I move my hands away from my face to take in his laughing. After grabbing the towel off the table beside the tub, I stand up and wrap it around me.