Chapter Seven

Harlow returns minutes later looking flustered, followed by Ryker who looks less flustered and more pissed off. “It’s my job Ryker,” she laughs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. I’m relieved to see she is clothed now in denim shorts and a vest. 

“I might ask Jax to sack you so I can keep you to myself,” he grumbles.

“You met me tonight and already you want to change me, that right there, tells me you’re not the man for me. It was nice Ryker, but it isn’t going to work. I’ll see you around, okay,” she says firmly. 

My mouth falls open, I can’t believe she is turning down this god of a man, and by the look on his face, he can’t either. “You’re brushing me off?” he asks.

“Don’t be like that, it’s for the best,” she says with a smile. She stands on her tip toes and gives him a peck on the cheek, then indicates for me to follow her from the club.

We get out into the cool night and she hooks arms with me. “I can’t believe you just turned that guy down, he is gorgeous!” 

She grins at me, “He’ll be back, I gave him just enough to want a bit more. These bikers need to know who the boss is,” she says with a wink.

I shake my head and laugh; the girl has more balls than me.

Jax

I get as far as my office before I’m inside of…I can’t remember her name, but it’s not important right now. 

I look down at where we’re connected and watch as my hard cock disappears inside of her. She’s bent over the large Oak desk, the one that’s been in here for generations, and I wonder how many before me have fucked on it.  

For the second time she starts to shake, it’s an uncontrollable tremor that she does right before she squirts her juices over my cock. I groan as she coats me, screaming through her orgasm. I pull out and remove the condom, using my hand to finish off, my hot cumspurting in streams across her arse and back. 

I place my hands either side of her hips on the desk, trying to regain control of myself and catch my breath. She looks back at me, grinning, “Wow.”

“Glad you had fun,” I say, taking a step back and pulling my jeans up. I use my T-shirt to wipe my mess from her skin, and then I fold it and wipe her own mess from her inner thighs, she shudders when I brush it against her swollen pussy. 

I chuck the shirt into the corner and wait whilst she pulls her clothes on. 

“I’ll get us a drink,” I suggest, heading out to the club bar. 

It’s busy tonight which isn’t unusual for a Saturday. Creep gives me a grin, “Pres tell me she was as good as she looked?” 

He knows I won’t answer that, I never kiss and tell, and so he settles for a smirk as I take a bottle of Whiskey from behind the bar. “Crow tells me you interrupted his date tonight?”

“Crow knows the club comes first, especially before pussy,” I say.

“Stab wound though Pres, that’s not like you.”

He’s right, I prefer a good old-fashioned fist fight over weapons. “He brought the knife to the party, he didn’t seem the fighting type.”

“You were lucky to not have been seen, it’s normally busy round the club with couples looking for a bit of privacy,” says Creep wiping the bar top. 

“There was his girlfriend, but she’s all good. Then Ryker and a stripper,” I say, “But it’s fine. Those chicks won’t say anything.”

Creep looks troubled, “You don’t usually leave loose ends,” he says.

“I’ll keep an eye on them both for a bit, but I’m pretty sure they won’t run to the police. I’ve got Tank watching their apartment as we speak.”

I put Tank on the girls partly to make sure they keep quiet and to ensure that Harlow isn’t in bed with anyone from the Loyal Brothers MC.