Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

I would agree with that, but I had stayed at the clubhouse for two nights, and while Pie was right that my room was nicer, the family atmosphere at the club made it feel like home. My room may have been more posh, but didn’t have the same feel as the clubhouse. “It’s a place to lay my head,” I replied nonchal

antly.

There was a large king size bed on the far wall, two dressers on the wall to my right, and the doorway to the bathroom to the left.

Pie walked over to the bathroom and peeked his head inside. “A place to lay your head that has a big-ass tub with jets.”

I shrugged. “I’ve never used it before. I use the shower.”

Pie looked at the other end of the bathroom. “Damn, babe. You have a huge tub and a shower.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Marco spared no expense when he built this place, huh?”

“You know Marco and Leo; they like the finer things in life. Even for the staff.” I wasn’t complaining at all. It just wasn’t my normal tastes. Pie had been in my house numerous times, and knew my style.

Modest country.

Out in the country. Two bedrooms, a modest kitchen, and a large living room. Small but comfy. It felt like home. The only thing I was missing was a dog running in the yard, but my work schedule didn’t really leave space for my own Fido.

He turned on the bathroom light and slipped off his cut.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked. We didn’t need the bathroom light on for what we were about to do in the bed.

Pie pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at me. “We’re gonna break in that tub, babe.”

“What?” I squawked. I was more of a girl who liked to mess around in the dark. Not in a huge tub with the lights on. I was going to be a floating whale in that tub. “What’s wrong with the bed?”

He popped open the button of his jeans while he toed off his boots. “We’ll get there, babe, after the tub.”

“Oh, uh. You’re staying for a while?” I gulped and felt my cheeks heat. I had told myself this was going to be wham, bam, thank you ma’am, but a part of me was thrilled that Pie was going to stay longer than I thought.

He dropped his jeans to floor, and his dick bobbed freely. He quickly stepped into the bathroom, and then I heard the water run. “I know how needy you are, babe. One time is never enough for you or me.”

Well, that was true. “Do we have to do it in the tub?” I was more than ready to fuck Pie, but I didn’t want to do it in there.

“You all slick and wet with my hands all over your body while you ride my dick?” He growled and reappeared at the door stroking his cock. “Yeah, we need to do it in the tub.”

My resistance to having sex in the tub was slipping. “I don’t think it’s big enough for what you have in mind.”

Pie stepped back and looked in to the bathroom again. “It’s plenty big for what I want to do for you, Bristol. Stop arguing with me and get your clothes off.”

“I’m too fat for that,” I blurted.

Pie’s hand dropped from his dick, and his eyes darted to me. “Come again?”

“I’m too fat to ride you in the tub, Pie. Let’s just do it on the bed.” Though the mood I was in five minutes ago was fading fast. Eating a pint of ice cream while I blubbered about being fat seemed more up my alley.

“Who the fuck told you that?”

I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, well, no one. It’s just what I think.”

Pie stalked toward me and grabbed my upper arms. “Who the hell called you fat?” he demanded.

“Uh, well,” I hemmed. Was I really going to answer this?

“Bristol,” he growled.

“The whole sixth-grade class, half of my eighth-grade class, and then in high school, I had gum put in my hair after being called Fatty. Also, three boyfriends and a guy I was casually sleeping with in culinary school.” There were more people to add to the list, but that was all I could think of off the top of my head. “And my sophomore year gym teacher. I overheard her talking to my math teacher that the reason I couldn’t run the mile was because my thighs were too fat and it was like watching two lard filled balloons slapping against each other.”

Pie didn’t really need to know all of that, but once I started talking, I couldn’t stop.