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  “Bullshit!” I roared. “I don't need a whacked out junkie grinding on my fucking stage. You got a single clue in your pretty little head what that shit does to a person?”

  Her face softened. Familiar dark sadness filled her eyes like stars going out one by one.

  “Yeah. I do. My mother was hooked...”

  My grip relaxed one iota. I snorted, wondering if I was hearing this right.

  “Then you're even fucking crazier than I thought.”

  I let go, but kept her pinned with my body, tossing one hand through my hair. “Dammit, June. You're not gonna piss your life away on a death watch while I'm looking over your shoulder. Here's what's gonna happen – “

  She flinched. Seeing her hurt and shamed activated all my guardian instincts. Wasn't easy protecting her from her own fucking self this time.

  “Look at me, June. Not at the fucking ground.” I waited until I had her absolute attention, even as a few hot tears slipped from her eyes. “Tomorrow, I'm gonna watch you shake your sweet ass on the stage for the whole town. And then you're going in the background to make sure every other girl we've hired brings in the bucks.”

  “What?” Confusion shined in her eyes.

  “Tomorrow's your last dance, babe. Make it a good one. You've got enough years under your belt to train in other girls and make sure the fucking place runs smooth as velvet.”

  “That's like...a promotion.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Why? Why do you trust me to do anything?”

  “Being a manager is all about responsibilities. You're responsible for the supplies, the financials, the girls – everything goes through you before it gets to me, and it better be good.”

  She trembled a little beneath me. Fuck, it didn't take much for her to get me hard, even when my heart was pumping with fury instead of lust.

  “I'm also putting you in charge so you can't fuck up again. Keeping your hands busy is the best way I know to keep tabs on you. A junkie pole dancing can hide her bad habits a lot longer than a junkie balancing receipts.”

  “Okay...I don't have to be told twice.” She looked serious, but she'd fooled me once. I wasn't buying it a second time without ramming things home.

  I stepped up, sandwiching her between me and the brick wall, feeling her amazing tits plush against my chest. Shit, her nipples were hard, which only made my cock harder.

  Not now, dammit. You'll get your fill of her pretty body tomorrow.

  “Then do it without me telling you anything else. If you fuck up and I get wind of you doing dope, smack, Jack, or fucking aspirin, I'll have your ass laid across my lap and beat it raw. And believe me, babe, I won't give a shit just how sweet it looks when I'm in the mood to set things straight.”

  I tore myself away. She slumped, her knees giving way. I took her wrist in one hand hard and helped pull her up until she was steady.

  “Go inside and get your shit together. You've got about twenty hours before the grand opening.”

  I knew June's last dance would be fucking amazing. But nothing prepared me for actually seeing her up there opening night.

  Everybody except Blaze turned out to cut the proverbial ribbon. Not just because we wanted to make sure it was smooth sailing, but because we needed to make sure the Grizzlies kept their word. Those fucks could cause a lot of pain and embarrassment if they decided to hit our new business on opening night.

  The other guys were making their rounds and helping the two bouncers we'd hired. I sat front stage with a straight whiskey in my hand.

  No ice. Didn't need anything taking the edge off Jack's sweet, familiar fire.

  The older part-time lady working costumes and makeup came out and said a few words of introduction. Then the lights flipped, darkening the whole lounge and painting the stage in silver and gold tinsel light.

  Some fancy electronic tune switched on. The curtain opened and Junes stepped out, naked as the day she was born, except for two tiny golden clamshells pushing up her tits and a matching thong wedged between her ass.

  And fuck – what an ass! I nearly spilled Jack all over my dick, which sprang up the instant I saw her.

  Worse, she was looking right at me, never breaking her gaze once to look over the hushed crowd. June moistened her lips with her tongue and lunged at the pole, grabbing it with both hands.

  Her ass swung, thrusting as she went, around and around. The girl moved like a god damned wildcat, sleek and fast and beautiful.

  Would've made me dizzy if I didn't break my eyes away to look past her ass. Thank God there was plenty to see elsewhere on her fine body. And the way she moved what she owned – Jesus H. Christ.

  She twirled, locking her lush legs around the pole. Her hips ground against it, and when she turned another few degrees, her back was to me and I had a perfect view of her ass. Sliding up and down the stiff metal, she teased it with her voluptuous cheeks like a great big maypole.

  Didn't take a college degree to know what that shit symbolized.

  “Fuck,” I muttered to myself.

  My cock strained horribly in my pants. For a second, I was worried I'd lose my load like a fucking high school kid on prom night.

  I shook my head, clenching my jaw. Had to keep control.

  I couldn't deny this babe had real, raw, crazy fucking power. Under any other circumstances I would've thought not having pussy for a few weeks had something to do with it.

  Being back in Iowa to help out Aimee put me through a similar dry spell. I was going fucking nuts until I hit the local watering hole one night after sis was passed out asleep, and bedded the first hot chick I could find.

  I thought about that romp, remembered how I hauled her onto my bike and threw her head over my shoulder, dragging her off to the ratty hotel like a caveman. Only this girl didn't hold a tiny fucking candle to June.

  The clam shell came off. She licked her lips – hissing raw desire through her teeth I swore I heard over the booming music and jeers – and grabbed her breasts in both hands.

  The men went nuts when she let her girls bounce, squeezing her nipples while she rubbed up and down that pole.

  The hoots and hollers of all the other boys there made me see red. I wanted to kill everybody else in the room and claim her for myself.

  Seriously.

  Good thing the hard-on I was popping wouldn't let me stand up. Not for anything.

  My brothers knew to keep their distance while they ogled her too. I had a feeling Blaze wasn't the only one who sensed my little attraction. Had to be the only reason why nobody else had tried to bed her yet, especially without any regular whores to fuck in the clubhouse.

  June bounced, her sweet tits wobbling with her, sending the same delicious vibration through her full hips.

  God damn, woman. I felt those fucking words in my bones.

  It's not every day you see a woman with her figure. My cock jerked again, tangling my boxers against my fly.

  Easy, easy. We're gonna have her. Soon.

  We're gonna lay fucking claim to this girl and make it official too. After tonight, every other asshole in Python's gonna want a piece of her. Maybe even my own brothers.

  And I couldn't do shit to stop them either except defend my woman and make her an old lady. Until then, it was technically open season, and anybody in the MC could court her, from patched in members to our local hang arounds.

  But June wouldn't give herself up easy. She'd made that crystal-fucking-clear.

  I wondered if she had such a chip on her shoulder because those Grizzlies assholes raped her.

  Just the thought of it turned my fingers into fists, ready for gore.

  June walked away from the pole, towards the stage's very edge. The lights shifted as she bent, popping her ass out. She reached up and undid the little hook holding her gold panties on.

  They fell to the floor and the loudest, bawdiest cheers I'd ever heard exploded. She looked through her stretched legs, and even when her pretty face was upside down, she found me.

 
I must've looked like a stupid fucking teen seeing tits and ass for the very first time. She shocked me, paralyzed me with pure fire, made my drink shake in my hand as I fought the urge not to rip her off the stage and throw her onto my lap.

  Her hips twitched. She was wagging them right at me, sweet cheeks and wet pussy and all.

  Everything. Won't rest until I've had my hands on all that, and a whole lot more too.

  “Fuck.” I completely lost track how many times I'd whispered my trademark phrase.

  Didn't know and didn't fucking care. I forced my glass up to my mouth and slammed the last shot of whiskey in my tumbler.

  Hot relief hit my guts. I had about thirty seconds before the toasty warmth would hit my cock and make me burn even hotter for her.

  I blinked. People were clapping and the lights were flashing.

  June was at center stage, one hand on the nearest pole. For the first time, I saw her smile, a soft and mellow curl on her lips that wasn't darkened by the sadness in her eyes.

  Hell, by her standards, she looked happy. Sad, but happy.

  Fucking paradox or not, that's exactly what she was.

  She waved with skimpy panties in hand and then disappeared. I caught one last glimpse of her pretty ass disappearing behind the curtain.

  My brain went wild with all the sick, sweet, and wild things I wanted to do to her. I wanted to absolutely bury myself in her flesh and not come up for weeks.

  I needed to taste her, feel her, fuck her to stay sane. This wasn't just a skin crush. This was a fucking lust storm electrifying my blood, and it wouldn't stop until I was buried in June balls deep.

  Other girls came out and danced. They were pretty, but they didn't do shit for the rock hard boner in my pants.

  Not like her.

  This hard-on belonged to June. All my steel lust went to her. I kept thinking about her the whole night as more Jack flowed into my glass and whiskey dick finally tamed the missile in my pants.

  I let the poison cool in my system. When I wasn't pissing drunk, I stood and walked backstage, past the small gaggle of girls laughing and stretching their legs on their break.

  “Hey, big boy. You're the one who set this place up, aren't you?” A leggy blonde got up and stood in my path.

  She leaned into me, throwing her arms around me. She was okay, the kinda easy, pretty pussy I would've hauled back to my room on a normal night.

  But nothing about this night was ordinary anymore. Not since I saw June giving her fans one fuck of a send off, taunting me with her hourglass perfection.

  “Get off me,” I said gruffly, pushing her aside.

  The blonde toppled back to the flimsy chair she'd been sitting on and looked at me in shock. I flashed her my best warning look and shook my head.

  “That's not what I'm paying you for. I'm paying you to look alive and shake your ass the best you can out there. Don't you forget it. The MC writes your checks, ladies, and I'm its President.”

  She nodded respectfully, and then I was gone, stepping over a few crushed cigarette cartons and robes some girls had left on the floor.

  June was in a little cubicle, combing her hair in the mirror. I held in a genuine fucking gasp when I saw she was naked. The girl hadn't bothered to put a lick of clothing on since her last dance.

  She noticed my silhouette in the mirror. I watched her turn, baring her knock out tits without any shyness.

  “Guess I can't whine about not knocking when there aren't any doors, huh?”

  I smiled and shook my head. “Guess not. I wanted to come by and tell you what an awesome job you did out there tonight. Didn't exactly get to enjoy your show the first time I saw you.”

  “Well, I'm glad you liked it. The deal's still on, right? Making me manager and all?” She threw her long dark hair over one breast.

  “Count on it. Time for you to bury June the ass shaker, and let June the brass tacks businesswoman out.”

  A crooked smile crossed her face. I knew she was unsure of herself, and the uncertainty in her expression made her look even cuter.

  Fuck, there was that hard on again. Rigid and angry as ever, pulsing in my pants.

  “So, is that all you came by to tell me, or did you show up to ogle me too?”

  This girl. This fucking mouth.

  “More than that.” I stepped up to her and leaned down, picking her beautiful naked body up and throwing her head over my shoulder.

  She squealed and actually laughed. Her little fists beat on my back until I marched her over by the mirror and sat her on her feet again.

  “What the fuck, Maverick?”

  I reached to the floor and scooped up the shirt and jeans she'd tossed in a heap. “Throw these on and come with me. I'm taking you back to the clubhouse.”

  June dressed like I asked, turning her back to me. I watched her normal black panties go up and hug her sweet ass. All the sweeter for me to tear away again later.

  When she finished, she turned toward me. I extended a hand to take hers, but she didn't return the grip.

  Fine, I thought. Looks like we get to do this the fun way.

  “Come here, babe.” I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her like a kitten.

  She fought me with little curses and sighs the whole time. But the way she blushed and clammed up when we went by her new employees – the other strippers – told me she was into it.

  I settled her on my bike without so much as a “fuck you.”

  “Been a long time since I've had you on my Harley. Hold on tight, babe. It's a cold night.”

  No shit. The waning afterglow of whiskey in my joints reminded me just how cool it was. I made damned sure I was good to drive before climbing onto my ride with her.

  June's hands were wrapped around my sides. Tentative at first, but when we got on the road, she clenched me harder, lower, smoothing her hands out to hold onto my abs.

  Suddenly, the cold wasn't so bad after all. It caused her to nestle closely, resting her pretty head on my shoulder.

  Even twenty miles out from the bed where I'd take her, the sexual fusion between us was obvious. Her legs touched the back of my hips, spread wide and inviting.

  Fuck. I grunted, clenching my handlebars tight as we rode along the pitch black mountain road.

  My cock wouldn't stop twitching. Especially when we rounded the next bend and I felt her fingers edging lower, sweeping beneath my belt in little strokes to graze my upper thigh, painfully close to the hard-on waiting for her in the middle.

  Nothing, nothing, nothing was gonna stop me from claiming her good and proper tonight.

  Not even hitting a fucking bear or a mountain goat in the night. If I wasn't balls deep in June's tight wet cunt in the next ten minutes, then it meant the world had ended.

  She moaned softly in my ear over the engine's growl. It had been a long time since my bike's vibrations really got to me in a sexual way, but shit, this little ride sexualized damned near everything I touched.

  Only God himself could've stopped me from laying her out and driving into her. The raw, primal pulse between my legs wouldn't fucking stop one second for anything else.

  V: Corralled (June)

  We rode through the darkness.

  I wondered what the hell was happening to me. The fever I'd felt the other night when I was drunk and pressed up against him had returned tenfold.

  Not that I hadn't fanned it myself.

  The whole time I was up on the stage, I took off my clothes for him, and only him. I couldn't remember ever smiling during an act before, even when men were piling up dirty dollars at my feet.

  But tonight, he got me doing things the old June never would've done while she was owned by the Grizzlies.

  Just the idea of wanting to be owned by someone else scared the hell out of me. It also put my senses on red hot alert, sending an electric shock through my veins.

  And the current was only getting sharper as I hugged him tight, warming myself against his big biker back in the cold springtime nigh
t.

  His muscles were hard as stone beneath my fingertips. I pressed against the shirt he wore beneath his cut, inhaling his trademark scent.

  Musk and traces of whiskey assaulted my nose. His bike vibrated between my legs, making me hotter and wetter than I already was for this man.

  The roar echoed in the helmet covering my ears. Only I wasn't sure if it was really just the engine anymore or the loud, relentless desire screaming inside me, making everything from head to toe buzz with a want so fierce it hurt.

  I felt him up while we rode, and I wanted to feel more. Every sweep of my fingers beneath his belt caused him to grind backward a little more, bringing us closer and satisfying my hungry flesh.

  We jerked to a stop in front of the clubhouse. I sat up, surprised. Hadn't even realized we were back.

  I'd been too focused on his hard, rough feel beneath my hands and the Harley's comforting drone.

  I looked up, reaching to undo my helmet. Must've been too slow for Maverick because he cupped my chin with one hand and yanked on the strap.

  “Let's go, babe. I already told you the next time I get your ass beneath me, it isn't gonna be soft or slow. I'm not fucking waiting a second longer.”

  He tore me up from the Harley's seat. The clubhouse was mostly deserted except for Blaze at the bar. He ignored us, giving all his attention to the beer in his hand and the race on the TV.

  Maverick carried me right past my own room. My heart beat faster when I realized we were heading for his, the makeshift home he'd set up.

  Did he even have a real home? I wondered if he understood the word at all as a Nomad, or if he was a drifter like me.

  One quick push of the door and we were inside. He kicked the heavy wood shut behind him and clicked the lock.

  A lamp flickered to life. Its cover was made out of green, red, and blue stained glass, casting an unearthly low glow through the room.

  His room was neat and simple. Nothing but a bed, a small desk, and a few knickknacks holding pictures and Prairie Devils MC symbols.