Using the Biker

Mandy laughed. “Don’t worry, Doc, I’ll keep her safe.”

Jo rolled her eyes.

Doc pulled her in close, and right there, for all to see, he kissed her hard.

“Possessive much?” Mandy asked, placing her arm through hers and escorting her away from the boring, macho conversation going on around her. She wanted nothing to do with any of it.

“I’ve been waiting for you, forever.”

Mandy chuckled. “I know. I had to get changed.”

“What is going on with you and Dale?” Jo asked, spotting the man himself watching her.

“Not a whole lot. We have some fun, but that’s about it.” Mandy shrugged her shoulder. “Let’s go and get a drink.”

They headed over to the bar where a couple of the women were. The moment they saw her, they all turned their backs.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like how she’s taken your Prez?” Mandy pouted as she grabbed them both a drink.

They found a small bench near the fire. Taking a sip of the beer, Jo sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to them hating me.”

“With all due respect, what does it matter? Most of them fuck all the club members, Jo. I wouldn’t worry about them. They’d likely push you out of the way to be the one claiming the old lady tag from Doc.”

“Is the old lady tag as bad as it sounds?”

Mandy laughed. “No. It just means you’re not club property. No guy has a right to have his way with you.”

“You don’t have to romanticize it.”

“Guess who dropped by my place before I left?” Mandy asked.

Jo shrugged. “Not a clue.”

“Mitch. He said he was looking for you.”

Jo groaned. “What did you say?”

“What? I’m a nice girl.”

“You always have a way of pissing him off.”

“Last time I checked, you didn’t wear his ring. What does it matter? He needs to learn that he lost you. His wayward dick lost him the best woman he’s ever going to have.”

“I love you, you know that?” she asked.

“I know.”

“What did you say?”

“I called him a dickless wonder. What? It could have been worse.”

“But you didn’t have to actually say anything to him,” Jo said.

Mandy took her hands. “Listen to me, honey, you don’t have to think about him, worry about him. The entire point of divorce is he stops being our problem. Stop making him yours.”

Jo took a breath. “You’re right.” She looked toward Doc, and her whole body went on alert when she found him looking right at her. The heat in his eyes was hard to ignore. Biting her lip, she turned back to Mandy, smiling.

“You like him?”

“I do.”

“Then go and lure him away with those sexy eyes of yours. I’m going to go and have some fun.” Mandy gave her hands a squeeze.

Jo sipped her beer, getting to her feet and moving away from the noise of the party. She knew Doc had followed her, felt him against her back as he moved close.

He pulled some of her hair off her shoulder, and his lips brushed across her neck, making her gasp.

“All I want to do is fuck you,” he said. He growled the words against her neck, and she couldn’t help but moan at the pleasure that rushed through her body.

“Please,” she said.

“You want me to fuck you?” He gripped her hips, and she couldn’t move as his hand slid between her thighs. “I believe you were put on this earth to drive me insane.” He loosened the top button of her jeans. She was already soaking wet, and as his hand slid inside her panties, he felt it as well. His growl confirmed it.

He took her behind one of the dirty sheds. He placed her hands on the hard wood, telling her not to let go. Within seconds, her jeans were around her ankles and he was inside her. His cock, long and hard, branded her as he fucked her.

Doc bit down on her neck, making her cry out, and she just couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to. This was so wrong to be out in the open where anyone could find them, but when it came to Doc, all common sense left her.

There was no logical thought, just feelings, intense, all-consuming need as he pounded inside her, branding her as his.

She’d never been like this with any man, and part of her feared she’d never be the same. Doc was taking more than her body; he was taking a part of herself, and she knew there was no coming back from this.

****

Several weeks later, Doc picked Jo up and carried her across the parking lot.

“Let me down!” She was giggling, and instead of beating his ass, she was squeezing the cheeks.

In the past couple of weeks, she’d pretty much moved into the clubhouse, and he didn’t have a single problem with that. Dropping her down onto the back of his bike, he cupped her face and slammed his lips down on hers. The moan he heard was enough to make his dick incredibly hard. He loved having her around the clubhouse. She was in easy reach, and he liked looking at her. Not only that, she was also amazing to talk to. She asked him never-ending questions about his life. Nothing to do with the club or club business but about him. Where he grew up. Why he became a mechanic. The reasons he loved action movies. What was his greatest achievement in life.