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Being left alone wasn\u2019t the same as wanting to be alone. Most of the time, I wanted to be left alone. Like tonight. I wasn\u2019t good company. Not surprising since I didn\u2019t like people enough to surround myself with them.<\/p>\n

Yet, I was a patched member of a motorcycle club. Part of a brotherhood, whatever the fuck that meant. Family was a foul fucking F-word in my world. Other F-words that didn\u2019t mean shit were fidelity, faith, and forgiveness.<\/p>\n

Maybe there were a few positive F-words like father, fucking, and fellatio. But I wasn\u2019t my father. He looked for the good in people, especially in my mother. Faye was at the top of the fuck-all F-word list. I knew the truth. People sucked. My advice, fuck them.<\/p>\n

Music and raucous laughter filtered into the night air. I should be in the chapel of the Heller Raiders MC. Today one of my best friends, Blade became president of our club.<\/p>\n

His old man had to die for him to inherit the throne. Razor had chased the dragon until the dragon slayed him. Some of the old timers would miss him. I wouldn\u2019t, and neither would Blade. Razor was responsible for my old man sitting in lockup. He\u2019d nearly destroyed the club with his heroin addiction.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t sure Blade could save it. As much as I hated people, I loved Blade. One more for the F-word list\u2014friends. I could count mine on one hand. Blade, Romeo, Jazzy, Levi, and Kiss. We all grew up in the MC.<\/p>\n

Fuck, I missed Shae. We called her Kiss because when we were kids, she let us practice kissing her using our tongues. Now, she was in the Pacific Northwest at a rehab. Maybe this time she\u2019d get clean.<\/p>\n

Ninety days would give her a chance, and with Razor dead, he wouldn\u2019t be able to tangle her up in addiction again. She\u2019d still have her fucked up relationship with Romeo. She\u2019d fallen in too deep, and Romeo\u2026 In the words of Friedrich Nietzsche, \u201cMuddy the water, to make it seem deep<\/em>.\u201d The quote might have had a little more to it. So did Romeo.<\/p>\n

Not that I needed to call him shallow. He pursued pussy with purpose. I loved my MC brother. He was smart as fuck. One day he\u2019d figure out he had more to offer than his dick.<\/p>\n

I wandered deeper into the shadows of the old church grounds. The chapel served as the Heller Raider\u2019s clubhouse. When we were kids, we converted an old mausoleum out back into our playhouse.<\/p>\n

How would we change now that Blade was president?<\/p>\n

I sat on the broken and cracked stone step of the playhouse and pulled a blunt from my pocket.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on.\u201d I recognized the flirtatious, bubbly voice approaching.<\/p>\n

Pippa<\/em>. Romeo\u2019s latest lay. My gut tightened. Jealousy was a dangerous friend, a secret lover whispering to me in the dark. There was something about a spark of light that I wanted to snuff out. Tingles chased along my spine. Pippa was a radiant fucking light. And yeah, I wanted to cloak her in my darkness.<\/p>\n

The thing about light was that it burned brightest in the dark.<\/p>\n

I stood from the steps and shifted into the shadows of the overgrowth and trees. I squatted on my haunches and leaned against the rough bark.<\/p>\n

The full moon created a milky glow around the playhouse. Pippa giggled as she tugged on Romeo\u2019s belt with one hand. Her other held a bottle of beer. She fucking giggled. The blithesome, social butterfly sprinkled her magical, happy, fairy dust with her smile. Those full lips smiled all the time.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to dirty me up?\u201d<\/p>\n

Romeo couldn\u2019t, not the way I would. Romeo was like Pippa. Fucking happy all the time. I had a black heart and a black soul. I was the epitome of dark and dirty.<\/p>\n

My cock thickened as Pippa stumbled, dropping to her ass on the steps of the playhouse. Romeo followed her down. He chuckled as he reached between her legs.<\/p>\n

She dropped her beer bottle as his fingers disappeared inside of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, you\u2019re wet.\u201d<\/p>\n

How wet? Was her cream thick and tangy or slick and salty? I salivated for a taste. I wanted more than a taste. I\u2019d creep inside her head and twist her thoughts. I\u2019d make her want things she shouldn\u2019t. Then I\u2019d shred her cunt, ruin her for anyone else because once I had her, I\u2019d slither into her psyche and make her crave\u2014make her crave me. I\u2019d become her addiction. Just as she\u2019d become mine.<\/p>\n

She lifted her hips, and Romeo tugged her panties down her legs. Leaning back on her elbows, she spread her thighs.<\/p>\n

My nostrils flared as if I could drink in her scent. Her head fell back, and she moaned as Romeo closed his mouth over her pussy and tasted her sweetness.<\/p>\n

\u201cCount it down, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pippa squeezed her big, beautiful tit, pinching and rolling the nipple through her shirt. \u201cOne,\u201d she whispered as she licked her lip.<\/p>\n

I reached my hand into my jeans and adjusted my cock. Perhaps I should feel guilty. I could slip away before either noticed me. But I remained rooted to the spot because I wanted to watch her come apart. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her breaths came in rapid little pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cEighteen, nineteen.\u201d Her voice grew higher. Her gasps came closer together. \u201cAh. Can\u2019t count. Twenty-five.\u201d She shuddered, her back bowed, and a cry of release rent the air. \u201cDio mio<\/em>. Oh my god.\u201d<\/p>\n

Romeo continued to lash at her pussy as her hips bucked against his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo more,\u201d she said, and gripped his hair, hauled him up, and kissed him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI love your pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, such pretty words from a pretty boy.\u201d She threaded her fingers through his hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou love this pretty boy between your thighs.\u201d<\/p>\n

She flicked her tongue against his chin. \u201cI do, but you\u2019re getting slow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Romeo worked his jeans open. \u201cOr are you getting harder to please?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just aren\u2019t used to a challenge. You\u2019re so freaking pretty that girls fall to their feet\u2026or should I say they drop to their knees?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat more do you want?\u201d Romeo braced on his knees and rolled a condom onto his dick.<\/p>\n

My heart pounded as he prepared to pound into my secret obsession.<\/p>\n

She braced her hands on his hips. \u201cI want you to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Romeo thrust into her, cutting off her words, and ripping a moan from her throat.<\/p>\n

I slipped my lighter from my pocket. I waited, wanting her to know I was here. She clung to his shoulders with her luscious thighs bound tight to Romeo\u2019s hips.<\/p>\n

Her face turned in my direction as Romeo sucked her neck. I cupped my hands to dim the flare of the flame. I inhaled, igniting the paper, and releasing the first curl of smoke. Pot got me through the day. Tonight, I needed to be high to endure her shuddering with pleasure.<\/p>\n

Her gaze focused on the flicker of my blunt as I sucked in another long pull. The weed crackled and singed, the ember tip glowing as it burned.<\/p>\n

She stilled, her gaze unwavering, focused intently on my face. Electric current, charged by the shadows, and the secret we were forging as I watched Romeo fuck her, arced between us.<\/p>\n

Romeo lifted and braced on outstretched arms. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

I held my breath, waiting.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you feel good. Don\u2019t stop.\u201d She pulled him down and kissed his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her body rolled, fucking him with her hips and mouth.<\/p>\n

She lifted her thighs higher on his flanks, and her hands gripped his ass. \u201cSo good, Romeo. Oh god.\u201d<\/p>\n

She arched and turned her head to find me in the dark. I took a long drag, brightening the tip of the blunt.<\/p>\n

Our gazes locked. Pippa sucked in a breath, and I held mine then released the thin coil of smoke to loop and twist into the night air.<\/p>\n

Romeo continued to thrust into her. I stared at her, imagining the feel of her rippling and wet pussy. I wanted her, gloved around my cock, her soft body surrendering to the hard thrust of mine.<\/p>\n

I dragged my thumb across my lower lip. Her gaze followed my hand as I raked it across my T-shirt-clad chest and down my abs.<\/p>\n

Moonlight painted her face in shadows and light as she sank her teeth into her lower lip.<\/p>\n

I pressed my palm against my dick.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m coming,\u201d she cried as her back arched. Lashes fluttered, and her eyes closed as she clung to Romeo, her fingers digging into him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck.\u201d He growled, thrust once more, then stilled as he rode his climax, and finally collapsed on top of her.<\/p>\n

She found me in the dark again. I stood. My jaw clenched, and her gaze narrowed. Romeo might have fucked her, but she was with me when she came.<\/p>\n

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