Jewell (Biker Bitches 7)

“Were you just blowing smoke up my ass this afternoon?”

“No, I would have stayed if you hadn’t played tonight.”

“But sooner or later, you knew I would be tempted to play. If not tonight, another night.”

“Yes.”

She had to give him the props he was due. “I wasn’t aware of this sneaky side of you.”

“I wouldn’t say sneaky, per say.”

“I would, since you’re holding my IOUs. I think the proof is irrefutable. It was your intention all along.”

“I had no intention of leaving you behind.”

Jewell picked up her shoes, carrying them to her closet and carefully putting them back in the box. Taking the red leather corset out, she saw Rory still standing in the middle of the room.

“You never did say how good I looked tonight.”

Confusion crossed his features. “Are you going to slit my throat when I’m sleeping?”

Jewell dropped the corset on the bed to lazily stroll over to him. “The thought crossed my mind, but I changed it.”

Satisfaction filled her when she saw his Adam’s apple bob.

“Why?”

Jewell sank to her knees to begin unbuttoning his jeans. Parting the two sides of the material, she pulled his cock free. “I decided that Queen City might not be so bad to live in if you’re there. And besides, I didn’t put a time limit on the IOU. If you don’t make me happy, I can always move back.”

As she placed the head of his cock in her mouth, she looked up through her lashes to see a look of consternation cross his face. He was irritated at himself that he hadn’t added the time limit. She could stay a day, weeks, or indefinitely, depending on her whim.

“Want to play another game?” he asked huskily as she slid her mouth farther down on his cock.

“Nah …” Lightly nibbling on the crown, she got a small sample of his taste. “I’ve learned my lesson—never bet more than you’re willing to lose.”

He tunneled his hand into her hair. “You’re never going to lose me, regardless of any bet.” Tugging her head backward until she was forced to look up at him, he said, “You looked so fucking beautiful tonight that you took my breath away. I would live in Timbuktu if I had to, just to be with you. If you’re not happy in Queen City, you won’t be coming back alone.”

Jewell shook her hair loose then slid his pants farther down his thighs. Holding her hand out, she helped him take off his shoes before helping him take off his pants.

When he was completely naked, she backed him toward the bed. Pushing him down, she then gave him a mischievous smile. “I won’t be coming back alone,” she agreed. “And about those IOUs:—you might have a few, and since I’m leaving, I have to settle my debts.”

Rory frowned. “Who else has them?”

“Oh …” Jewell teasingly ran a fingertip down his chest. “A few.”

Stepping away from the bed, she began walking toward the door to open it.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you the best part of being a Last Rider.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Before he could get his tongue unglued to form a word, the room began to fill. Nickel nonchalantly strolled into the room with Ember to take a seat on the couch.

Rising onto his elbow, Rory flicked the side of the blanket over his hard cock. “What the hell, Jewell?”

“Don’t mind them. They just want to watch.” Jewell moved to the bed, where she had laid her corset, picking it up. “I need to get changed. I’ll be right back.”

Expecting Jewell to go to the bathroom, Rory watched openmouthed as she went to the couch where Nickel and Ember were sitting. She held out her hand, and Ember reached into her top to pull out of a slip of paper from her bra, giving it to Jewell as Nickel lifted his hips to pull a slip of paper out of his pocket to give her.

Snapping his mouth shut, Rory nearly ground his teeth to nubs when Jewell dropped the IOUs into his lap.

“You missed a few.” Blatantly twitching her ass at him, she walked into the bathroom then shut the door.

Picking up the IOUs, Rory read what Jewell had bet.

You can watch me fuck Rory.

The other one was:

You can watch Rory fuck me.

“When you were playing cards earlier, neither of you offered these as collateral.”

“As much as I enjoy playing cards with you,” Ember chirped excitably, “it wouldn’t be as entertaining as watching you fuck Jewell.”

“Nor watching Jewell fuck you.” Nickel tugged Ember onto his lap, starting to remove her satin silver blouse. Seeing the matching silver bra underneath had him bunching more of the blanket to cover his dick. Jewell would chop his dick off if she came out and saw he was becoming visually excited watching Nickel undress Ember.

He broke out in a cold sweat when Nickel lifted her enough to slide her out of the silver satin skirt. The miniature metallic thong she was wearing was smaller than an eyepatch and left the side of her exposed to the naked eye.