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Libby was the bomb when it came to sex. Before she had arrived at the club and became a Kitten, I hadn’t vibed with the other girls.
They’d been fake and overly dramatic, making sounds that didn’t seem real.
Some would just lie on the bed and expect the dude to do all the work. That wasn’t fun at all.
Libby had been different. She liked to fully participate. At least with me, she gave as good if not better than she received. There wasn’t a single fake thing about her, not body parts or her gorgeous face or her feelings about people, love, and life.
I’d trusted Libby with my deepest secrets.
Not even Storm knew about my sexual orientation.
I’d hidden being gay when Matt had taken me in.
I couldn’t fathom ruthless bikers accepting me into their club if they’d known the truth.
It’d been easier to be quiet and aloof, and absorbed into my computers.
The Kittens had hung all over me as they had the others, and once a month I’d take one into my bedroom to work off my frustrations.
After all, my foster dad had drilled into my head that a female was the only person I should want, when he’d brought women into my bedroom to fuck the gay out of me.
So I had adapted and liked pussy as well as dick.
I fingered her, sinking my middle digit deep into her. She gifted me with one of her genuine moans, which made me ache.
“So warm and wet, Libs. I could eat you right this second.”
“Why dontcha?” She ground against my hand, arching her back so her tits reached toward my face. “Only mentioning it and not following through is teasing.”
“And the kids?”
“What about them? We live on a biker compound where anything goes.” Her hips picked up speed and her green eyes darkened with lust. “Come on, Grizz. It’s been a while since we had sex outside of your bedroom.”
See? Libby was unabashed. The real deal. And she was mine.
But…
I glanced around the backyard. It was the middle of the day. People were milling about, coming and going. If it were dark out, I’d be all in.
“Hold up.” Libby stopped suddenly and gripped my biceps. “I can tell you’re dissecting the situation with every imaginable possibility.”
“Of course I am. It’s what I do.” I stared into her eyes as I continued to finger her. One of us deserved to get off, and it might as well be my queen.
“We’ll be discreet.” She pushed my hand away from her and raised to a standing position above me. “Hold onto my legs so I don’t fall.”
“What are you doing?” I gripped her calves to keep her safe, then squinted to see her. The sun was right behind her head creating a halo effect. She stole my breath away, especially when my naughty girl had the biggest, mischievous grin, like now.
“Getting into position for you to eat me until I scream for mercy.” She raised the skirt of her bright, floral summer dress and draped it over my head. “Do you need me to bend my knees?”
“No.”
Scream for mercy? Never heard her do that before. This Kitten could take a pounding, ten times more than me and not make a peep.
My attention went to the hairless pussy in front of my face. God, it was beautiful… and addictive. I inhaled her tantalizing musk and licked my lips, suddenly desperate to quench my thirst.
“I could lift my leg over your shoulder to give you better access if you’d like.”
“Sure.” I glided my hands up the back of her silky legs, getting myself worked up and not giving a crap about getting caught. Why shouldn’t we get nasty in the middle of a gorgeous summer’s day?
Libby raised her leg, which in fact, opened her right up to me. Taking her ass cheeks in my hands, I slowly guided her toward my parched mouth.
“Is this better?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“What do you think?” I swiped my tongue through one side of her folds, circled her clit, then licked the other side.
“Oh, yeah,” she replied in a breathy tone and clutched my head in her hands. “You’ve hit the right spot.”
I flattened my tongue and rubbed it along her opening. She tasted so good. I ached so damn much, needing to be inside her.
“Sweet, Jesus, Grizz.” Libby’s body came to life as a soft moan left her lips. She leaned her pelvis toward my face, forcing my tongue to go deeper. “That’s it. Don’t you dare neglect even a sliver of me or I’ll have to punish you.”
Her demanding tone amped me up. I took her clit between my lips and growled as if angry, but I wasn’t. My mouth had more important things to do, like making Libby come, instead of talking. Besides, I enjoyed being the sub and Libby knew just when to exert her dom tendencies on me.
She had her kinks.
So did I.
BDSM was our thing.
Of course, no one else in the club knew what we liked because I didn’t talk about it in front of the others.
And from what Libby had told me, my brothers only liked to fuck and get their dicks sucked.
They hadn’t ever connected on an emotional level.
They’d been purely physical, until they found their one and only.
Anyone could see how much they adored their old ladies. I knew how they felt…
I’d been the one to fill the empty void in Libby’s soul and fulfilled her fantasies.
I guessed that was how it was for most people.
When we found the right person, emotions naturally developed whether we wanted it or not.
Libby had become my sole reason for living.
Without her, I’d only be a shell of a man.
A feral, possessiveness sparked inside me and I went nuts eating her out like my life depended on it… because it did.
“Oh my God!” She jolted and wobbled in front of me. I held her squeezable ass cheeks firmly so she wouldn’t fall.
Stretching my tongue out to go deeper, I smothered my face in her juicy heat. I couldn’t get enough. I would never get enough.
I growled and grunted, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. I’d come any second, and I didn’t care that I’d make a mess in my jeans.
“That’s it, babe. Let me hear how much you’re enjoying me.” She mewled and fisted my long hair.
“Daddy, what’s Uncle Grizzly doing to Libby?” a sweet voice I recognized asked.
I froze on the spot and so did Libby.
“Worst timing ever,” my woman whispered.
“It’s hard to tell, peanut.”
No. No. No! It was Lynx and Sadie. Shit!
“Hi, honey.” Libby removed one of her hands and it felt like she waved.
“What are you doing up there? Why is Uncle Grizz’s head under your dress?” Sadie asked in an incredibly innocent voice. If seeing us like this scarred her for life, I’d never forgive myself.
“Um… Um… Um, y’know…” Libby muttered nervously.
Lynx snorted, and I just knew he was about to say something that embarrassed me. “My guess is, he’s checking for ticks or smelling the roses.”
“Your dress smells like roses?” Sadie asked Libby in a surprised tone. “Can I smell it, too?”
My heart stopped, and I winced in pain as Libby’s nails sliced through my scalp. I was impressed by her stillness. Most women would have collapsed under the pressure of a child staring at them. At this moment, I was glad I couldn’t see Sadie’s or Lynx’s face.
“Maybe another time, peanut. Say good-bye.”
“Bye, Libby. Bye, Uncle Grizz.”
“Next time, I’ll let my curious peanut loose on you two.” Lynx laughed obnoxiously. I was confident he had his notorious smirk displayed. Not a single day had gone by where Lynx didn’t smirk. It was a vital part of his being, sort of like breathing.
And he didn’t stop laughing, not even after the screen door to the kitchen slammed shut. I could hear him inside. Mortification flooded my lungs.
“You know he’s telling the old ladies that he caught you smelling the roses.” Libby massaged my head. “If you could’ve seen their faces.”
“Glad I didn’t.” I pulled out from under her dress and looked up at her. “We’re done here.”
She pushed her bottom lip out and wiped my mouth with her hand. “I figured, and I was so close.”
“Me too.” I took her hands and helped her down, then rubbed my aching cock.
“Come with me.” She guided me behind the gazebo to where a large tree shaded the area. She pushed me up against it, tugged my jeans down past my hips and pulled out my swollen, angry dick.
I swept my gaze around the yard. No one was in sight as Libby got on her knees and took me into her mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I exhaled in relief. She always took such good care of me.
But it was his face I imagined as she sucked me into her throat. I didn’t know what it would be like to be with him, so I could pretend it was Toby doing all the things I enjoyed instead of Libby. If I didn’t see her, my imagination could go to my hidden desires.
I kept my hands at my sides, careful to not touch her and ruin my fantasy.
Warmth spread through my groin up to my belly. His blue eyes pinned me in place as he increased his speed and suction. Watching my dick disappear into his mouth had me gasping for air. My heart raced, and my skin heated. Any second, I’d shoot ropes of my cum down his throat.
I wanted nothing more than to return the favor, to pleasure him as he did me, while I memorized his body and burned the flavor of his cum onto my tongue.
Suddenly, my body locked up and I blew like a hot geyser. His blue gaze was locked on mine and I felt my soul reach for his. He gripped my thighs and swallowed every drop, milking me dry.
A dog barked off in the distance, forcing my eyes to open. Reality set in…
I sagged against the tree, my knees nearly giving out, after my powerful release. Staring at me with a victorious smile was my blonde beauty.
“That was explosive.” She wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up.
“Yeah.” Instantly, I felt guilty for imagining Toby. Knowing Libby, she wouldn’t have cared or felt betrayed. But in my heart, it felt like I’d just cheated on her for how badly I wished it had been Toby Hamilton.
And he was coming for a visit.
And he needed to tell me something life-changing.
Great. I couldn’t wait to have my heart ripped out of my chest with his “life-changing” news. Why did I have to want him so badly? Dream of being with him like I was with Libby?
Since I’d been a little boy, I’d known I wasn’t straight.
I liked boys and felt a strong connection to them.
Everything about them appealed to me more than women.
Their broad chest. Masculine scent. Hairy body and scruffy chin.
I’d spent most of my youth longing to confirm my thoughts, but my foster parents had been determined to make me straight.
“Well, that didn’t last long,” Libby said, grabbing my hand and jerking me out of my thoughts.
“What?”
“You not thinking about Toby. You’re lucky I’m not a jealous woman.”
“I’m not sure if I should worry about you not being jealous.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why should I be jealous when I know how much you love me? It’s not like I have to compete with Toby for your affection. There’s enough of you to go around, just as there’s enough of me.” She made her point very well.
“If you told me why he was coming, I wouldn’t have to obsess over all the possibilities.”
“I told him you’d do this.” She led me toward the clubhouse. “But that stubborn goat didn’t believe me.”
“Maybe I should go out of town on a run.” The idea was appealing.
Then I wouldn’t have to face Toby and hear whatever it was he wanted to tell me.
And this was why I hated secrets. It felt like a betrayal not only from Toby but also from my beauty Libby, because she knew all the details pertaining to his visit.
“I won’t let you.”
I snorted. “You couldn’t stop me, babe.”
She whirled on me. “You’re not being serious, are you?”
I shrugged.
“You’d leave just because you know he’s coming?”
I shrugged again.
“Grizz, trust me. You want to be here for his visit.”
“So the reason he’s coming is good?”
She twisted her pink lips. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I can’t tell you anything. I promised him.”
“Fine.” I moved past her and went toward the front of the building. I’d never force her into betraying someone’s confidence.
“Where are you going?”
“To the front entrance. Don’t want to see any of the ladies after Lynx went in laughing.” I was confident he’d talked in code to let the women know Libby and I were screwing around. I didn’t want to see their amused faces.
My mind went back to Toby as I breathed in the fresh air. Being in his presence would make my desires rush back. When he wasn’t around, I didn’t think about him constantly. I could keep myself busy with club business.
Sure, I always knew I’d eventually have to face him. If he had good news, like he was bringing someone with him, someone he was in love with, I’d have to accept he would never be mine.
I could stop pining over him.
I could wipe him out of my mind like every other guy I’d fallen for.
Well, except for Monty. I had never forgotten him and I’d never forget Toby…