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Clara whimpers, but she smiles as she glances over her shoulder to let him know she likes it rough.
"Rub your clit," he orders. "You're coming with me."
"Yes, sir," she says, her voice breathy, and she reaches between her legs to rub furiously.
His hips thrust hard and fast as he tries to fuck Kara out of his mind. The last thing he needs is her in his head and fucking things up even more for him. He has few pleasures left in this life, and he'll be damned if she ruins fucking women for him.
"Oh, fuck," she moans, her body leaning down to place her face on the bed and pulling him forward a little as she does so. "I'm going to come."
Her moans pull him back into the present, and he drives even harder into her until he finds his release and pulls her hair with more force than he should.
"Yes!" she cries out as she coils around his shaft. "Fuck yes!"
They both still, and he catches his breath before releasing her hair and sliding out of her to throw the used condom away. It's the first time in ten years he's had sex with a woman other than Kara, and he hates how sick he feels at this fact.
"Do you want me to stay for another round, or should I call a ride?"
"Call a ride," he says. "I'm done."
"If you ever want another go-around, you know where to find me," Clara says. "I'll never say no, biker man."
His eyes follow her as he watches her climb off the bed to dress, seemingly unconcerned with the fact they just had a quick fuck knowing it's probably a one and done situation.
This is the world he lives in now, and he doesn't know that he particularly likes it much. But it's the biker life, right? Guess he's not the typical biker.
Chapter Thirteen
Summerville
Bodie
Walking into the only open entrance of the big box store, Bodie has no idea what he's looking for. It's close to eleven at night, and the store is damn near empty as far as shoppers go. Other than the water guns he plans to use with Noah, he can't find anything else that jumps out at him.
That kid is his favorite little human ever, and he wonders if it's strange he's found a best friend in an eight-year-old. The kid is so much cooler than most of the adults Bodie's met in his life.
What to get for the rest of the family?Even though they have him watch the kids on occasion, they've been more than kind to him. First, they let him stay with them when he needed to get outof Black Valley, and then they've been supportive of him as he deals with everything.
They also have yet to bring up the subject of a timeline for him to move out. For the first time, he feels like he has parents, even though they're only a few years older than he is. They seem older, though. Wiser, that's for sure. And he's grateful for them. Plus, he has a cool little best friend.
Just as he’s about to turn the corner, his breath gets taken away by the beauty he hasn’t seen for a few nights. Jolie.
Jolie stands by the magazine rack, and Bodie stops and stares for a few minutes. When she showed up to the clubhouse, drunk off her ass, she'd stripped down to her underwear when he got her into the room. Her expectation was to fuck, and he was never going to take advantage, no matter how amazing she looked.
She told him about her fiancé, Justin. How he'd died, and it was the reason she kept taking these chances to join him. She'd even chastised him for jumping in and helping her with those two guys when he left Evie because she never asked him to. She did get a kick out of why he called herFrogger, even though she told him it was disgusting.
Her fiancé died in a car accident, and she couldn't get over how it didn't look that bad. When she saw the car, she remembers seeing worse ones where people walked away, and she thought it was some type of sick joke. It wasn't, and she's struggled to figure out how to live without him since.
Bodie showed her his scar and told her how much dying sucks. She says for the people left behind, and he says for the person doing the dying, too. He detailed his experience, and he reminded her that any of her attempts to die could result in living.Painfullyliving for the rest of her life.
She still offered up her body to him, but he couldn't do that. Even though he wanted to, God did he want to, he had to turnher down. He did promise her, though, that he'd have his face between her legs one day. He still has faith in that fact.
Jolie doesn't notice him while she looks through a magazine, and Bodie takes in her outfit as he walks towards her. How her shirt cuts deep enough to show off her amazing tits while showcasing her thinner waist. Her hips, man those hips, have been in his dreams every night since he saw her in her underwear. Thick and delicious to grip onto. If she's sober, maybe tonight he can finally make good on that promise of being able to taste her.
Just as he reaches her, three masked men rush in with armor light rifles. "Everyone, get on the floor, and no one gets hurt!"
What the hell are the chances this would happen with Jolie? It’s like she’s a danger magnet. You know, when she’s not causing it herself.
Crouching down, Bodie curses to himself, and he can’t help but wonder if it’s her or him who is cursed. Something bad always seems to happen whenever they end up in the same place.
