LOGINMarcusTwo days after we got home from Nowhere, I was starting to think the car Sable saw outside the clubhouse really had been nothing.She’d mentioned it when she came back inside with the Devil’s Den shirts. Dark older sedan, parked across the road, gone not long after she noticed it.She hadn’t seen the driver or gotten a plate, and the security cameras hadn’t given Nixx enough to work with. We’d checked anyway because that was what we did, but there wasn’t much difference between being careful and inventing a threat where one didn’t exist.By Wednesday afternoon, I had mostly stopped thinking about it.Then Stone walked into Jarek’s office and shut the door behind him.Jarek glanced up from the paperwork spread across his desk. “You knock now?”“I thought I’d try something new.”“Don’t. It’s
SableBy the time the three of us finally rolled into the Black Daggers clubhouse, the rest of the club had been home for almost an hour.Marcus had required one final roadside break approximately twenty minutes outside Middletown, which Jarek had found hilarious right up until Marcus threatened to make him explain the reason for every stop to the entire clubhouse.Apparently that threat had not been enough.The second we parked, Bryce came through the clubhouse doors and called, “Look who finally fucking made it.”Marcus killed his engine and slowly climbed off his bike. “Say one word and I’m shooting you.”“I didn’t say anything.”“You’re thinking it.”I laughed as I pulled off my helmet. “Apparently everybody can hear everybody’s face now.”Jarek came around his bike looking far too pleased with himself.
SableBy the time the Black Daggers were lined up outside the Devil’s Den the next morning, everyone looked like they had survived a war, a victory party, and several hours of questionable decision-making.Which, to be fair, we had.The Sons of Doom were scattered around the parking lot seeing everyone off. Max stood near the front with Emilio while Lola leaned against the building wearing sunglasses big enough to hide half her face and clutching a bottle of water like she blamed it personally for the existence of mornings.“You look rough,” I told her as I walked over.Lola lowered her sunglasses just enough to glare at me. “You spent five hundred dollars on strippers and disappeared into a private room with Diamond. You don’t get to judge anybody’s life choices.”“I wasn’t judging. I was admiring.”“Better.”I laughed and hugged her, careful of the lingering soreness in my ribs. “Thanks for the clothes.”“You mean the clothes you stole?”“Borrowed.”“You’re leaving with them.”“I’ll
SableMarcus climbed onto the bed. Jarek didn’t let him settle beside my head the way I expected. Instead he ordered, “Straddle her chest. Fuck her mouth from above so I can see that ass while you do it.”Marcus’s eyes darkened. He swung a leg over me, knees bracketing my ribs, and guided his cock to my lips. I opened for him immediately. The angle was different—deeper, more controlling—as he pushed into my mouth and started rocking his hips. From this position I could see straight up the line of his body, the tight flex of his abs, the way his cock disappeared between my lips. Jarek’s hands settled on Marcus’s ass, spreading him open while he kept fucking me in long, deep strokes. “Look at you both,” he growled. “My good boy feeding her his cock while I fill this pretty cunt. You like showing off for me, Marcus?”Marcus’s answer came out rough. “Yes, Daddy.”“Then stay just like that.”I felt the moment Jarek’s thumb pressed against Marcus’s hole. Marcus’s whole body tensed above
SableJarek finished the last of his beer in one long pull, set the empty bottle down with a quiet clink, and looked at me like he’d already decided how the rest of the night was going to go.“I’m ready to find out,” he said.Marcus didn’t even pretend to hesitate. “Yeah. Me too.”Jarek reached behind the bar where he’d been keeping my cut safe all night. The leather was still stiff with dried blood in places. He held it out. I slipped it on over the tiny white tank without a word. The weight of it settled across my shoulders like a reminder that I was still here.None of us said goodbye to anyone.The hotel was only a few blocks away. The night air felt cooler against the thin denim of Lola’s shorts and the fact that I still wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. Every step made me aware of how wet I still was from Diamond’s hands and the way she’d guided mine. No one spoke until the hotel room door shut behind us and the lock clicked.Marcus leaned back against it, arms crossed,
SableDiamond kept hold of my hand as she led me behind the curtain separating the private booths from the rest of the Devil’s Den.The music didn’t disappear so much as soften, the bass still vibrating through the walls while the shouting and laughter from the main room faded behind us. Several doors lined the short hallway, and Diamond opened one near the end before gesturing me inside.The room was smaller than I expected. A wide leather chair sat against one wall with enough open space in front of it for her to move, and low red lighting made everything feel considerably more intimate than the main floor.







