Mercury and Ember didn’t have a problem making their desires known. When they wanted something, they reached out and took it. None of the men on the cameras had made a move on the women that hadn’t been initiated by them. Now she could understand how no one had hit on Aly when she had been pretending interest in becoming one of The Last Riders’ women. She had never initiated the contact.

She could sit here and wonder if Rider was getting excited, or she could be brazen enough to find out in a way that might earn her a new nickname.

Sliding out of her chair, she dropped to her knees, falling between Rider’s thighs. Then she slid her hands up his thighs to audaciously unbutton his jeans and pull out his soft cock. As she stroked his length, it became aroused.

Wetting her lips, she leaned down, giving small breaths to provoke the response she wanted. As his cock stiffened, straining upward to his belly button, she let her tongue come out to trace the veins that began appearing, following the most prominent one that led to the helmet of his cock.

She explored the head as if she had never given him a blowjob before, and truthfully, she had been so nervous she hadn’t given him the attention he had deserved. She made up for it now, searching the front before investigating the back. Then she sucked the head into her mouth, letting her salvia wet the spongy tip as it rested on her bottom lip. Blowing her breath on him again, she couldn’t resist giving him a smug look when she felt his cock jerk.

“Personally, I think your nickname is too tame.”

“You do?” he hissed out between clenched teeth. He might have been watching the cameras, but his body was giving her all his attention.

“I do … I would have nicknamed you something more legendary.” Sucking his cock into her mouth again, she curled her tongue so she could encase him in the warmth of her mouth.

“Like what?”

She didn’t answer him, moving her head forward and sucking his cock farther back into her mouth, like the way she had seen Mercury do. Bobbing her head over him, she mouth-fucked him, using her fingers to gauge how deep she was taking him. Each time she went down, she was determined to take him in deeper and suck harder. When he clenched a fistful of her hair, she knew his desire was escalating.

Needing oxygen, she released his cock with a pop, using her hand to mimic what her mouth had been doing.

“Something like Dragon or”—she rubbed the head over her bottom lip, watching him from lowered lashes—“Titanium.”

Twin emotions of conceit and doubt crossed his face. It was priceless to watch him try to decipher if she really believed what she was saying or just heightening the pleasure of his blowjob.

She might not be a bubble-headed blonde or a sexy siren, but she knew one quality Rider had in abundance was conceit.

Playing to his puffed-up ego, she tried to think of another nickname that would boost his pleasure. The only one she could come up with in her blank mind was Thor, and she didn’t think that even Rider would believe she thought of him as the Viking god.

Deciding to quit while she was ahead, or until a better nickname came to her, she sucked him back into her mouth. The velvety softness of his cock was aided by a thrust from him. Taking her cue, Jo moved her mouth over his cock rhythmically.

She slid her free hand inside his parted jeans, reaching for his balls and squeezing them softly, afraid she would hurt him. Hearing a low growl from him, she began squeezing them with firmer pressure.

“Stop. I’m about to come, and I want to finish in your pussy.”

“What if I want you to come in my mouth?” Letting his cock slide out, she moved her hand faster over his slippery length.

Another growl escaped him. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll come in your mouth, but if your panties are wet, you have to stand by my chair for an hour, then let me fuck you.”

“You’re going to lose that bet.”

Clicking his tongue, he increased her punishment. “Make it two hours.”

“If I win, you have to keep your promise to let Mag come to a party, a much tamer party. And you have to pinky swear to keep it.”

“Deal.”

Grinning, she increased her assault on his cock, determined to win. Rider tangled his fingers in her hair, dragging her head back down and setting the speed he needed to climax. It worked for her. The sooner she could make him come, the better. She had been fighting her own arousal, trying not to remember how good it had felt last night when he was fucking her.

Trying to find something to distract herself, she removed her hand to pinch her thigh.

“That’s cheating.”

She hastily went back to squeezing his balls, counting backward as she worked her hand and mouth to wreck his control. Then it hit her.

“Give it to me … Steel.”

She had to hurriedly encompass his cock as it throbbed and jerked in release while his eyes practically rolled back in his head. When it quit moving, she slowly dragged her mouth off him, seeing lust flaring in his eyes as she licked her bottom lip.

Pulling her hand out of his jeans, she gently patted his thigh before regaining the other computer chair.

“Are you forgetting something?” Rider’s eyes went to monitors as he shoved his cock back in his jeans, then pushed his chair back under the desk.

“I don’t think so—”

“Stand up and come here.”

His stern voice had her reluctantly standing, moving to the side of his chair. His eyes caught hers as he unbuttoned her jeans.

“I’m not wet.”

“Excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.” He moved his hand inside her panties. It didn’t take him a second to find the creamy warmth she hadn’t been able to control. Fastening her jeans back up, he gave her a gloating look.

“It’s fine where you’re standing.” Ignoring her standing by his side, he went back to scanning the screens.

When he reached for her popcorn, she took a small step forward.

“Uh-uh … you’re not allowed to move. Back up to where you were.”

Backing into the position he had put her in, she stood still as he started eating her popcorn.

“You know I’m going to pay you back for this, right?”

“Uh-huh. But not before I finish this popcorn, that box of cereal, and before you fuck me.”

* * *

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Jo watched as Shade approached the outer garage. She gave a silent prayer of gratitude that she had asked Rider to use the restroom, thankful she had straightened her hair.

His eyes flickered over her then to Rider, who was watching the screens, as he strode into the security room.

“Jo, how are you doing tonight?”

“Fine.”

“I was going to ask Rider if he needs anything, but I see he’s been taken care of.”

Flushing, it took her a second to realize he had been talking about the snacks Rider was happily munching on.

“Thanks anyway,” Rider said, not turning around. “Have a seat. If you have time, I want to make sure these sensors are back in line.”

Shade walked to the other computer chair. “You sure you don’t want to sit down? I can stand.”

She felt her cheeks redden under Shade’s scrutiny.

“No thanks. I’m tired of sitting. I’m just trying to stretch my legs.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” Her fingers curled over the back of Rider’s chair, tempted to upend his ass in front of Shade.

She listened as they ran a series of tests before both were satisfied the sensors were working.

“You want some popcorn? I have plenty.”

Shade shook his head. “I just ate.”

The men turned to look at the camera pointing at the parking lot. A car that Jo easily recognized came speeding in, then braked sharply. Lucky got out of his car and, with furious strides, made his way toward the garage. When the door didn’t open, he pressed a button, and then Lucky’s angry voice filled the security room.

“Let me in, Rider.”

Rider pushed the button he had shown her last night that delayed entry.

“So, you came by to see if I needed anything, huh?” Rider gave Shade a skeptical look. “Why’s Lucky so mad?”

“You don’t know?” Shade’s voice turned silky.

“That was two days ago. He’s still mad?”

“He’s outside, isn’t he?”

Rider released the button, letting Lucky come in.

Jo had never seen her pastor so angry, the metal door clanging as it hit the wall when he slung it open. Her eyes went round at Lucky’s fury.

When she moved protectively closer to Rider, Lucky stilled.

“Jo.”

“Pastor.”

At a sound Shade made, she gave him a censoring look before staring Lucky down again.

“You’re up late tonight with church being so early in the morning,” Jo commented.

“I was about to go to bed when I couldn’t find something Rider promised to return to me when I talked to him yesterday.”

“I forgot.”

Jo wanted to hit him on the back of his head for pricking Lucky’s temper even further.

“You didn’t forget; you just don’t want me to have them.”

“Those pants cost me four hundred dollars. Buy your own.”

“I had my own pair until you accidentally washed them. You shouldn’t have been washing my clothes anyway.”

“I was trying to help Willa out.”

“You were trying to get her to make you some candy!” Lucky’s voice rose to a shout.

“Those pants were too small for your fat ass anyway. Buy another pair.”

The angrier Lucky got, the more amused Rider became. She didn’t know a lot about men, but she knew enough to know that Rider was walking on thin ice.

“Motherfucker, you told me you would give me yours or buy me another pair!”

“I changed my mind.”

Jo screamed when Lucky jerked Rider out of his chair, sending the wheels rolling. Shade’s arm came out of nowhere, moving her out of the way.

“Stop!” Screaming, she tried to break them apart, but Shade held her back, not bothering to get out of his chair.

Lucky threw Rider against the metal door that had swung closed after Lucky’s furious entrance, sending the monitors shaking on the desk.

“Watch it! Any of the computers get broken, you’re paying for them!” Shade snapped.

Lucky held Rider pinned to the door with one hand and turned the knob with the other, sending Rider flying backward out of her sight.

Jo tried to catch a glimpse of Rider to see how he was doing, but she couldn’t because Lucky blocked her view as he went out the door after him. She could hear a heated struggle as the door slammed shut after them.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” she screeched out, yanking her arm out of his grasp. She opened the door to look out, seeing Lucky and Rider rolling around on the floor, pummeling each other.

“No. They’ll stop when they’re tired.”

His calm voice had Jo starting to go out the door to do it herself.

“You better not break any of those glass tanks out there, or Cash will kill you both!” Shade shouted, keeping his eyes on the different screens.

Her mouth dropped open when Shade dug into the popcorn, taking a handful. Placing a few in his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully as the fight between Rider and Lucky raged on.

Halfway out of the door, Shade’s comment of “Damn, that’s pretty good” had her turning around.

“They’re killing each other, and you’re just going to sit there and eat popcorn?”

“It’s Rider’s turn,” he said, taking another handful of popcorn.

“What!”

“Every few weeks, the brothers let Lucky blow off some steam.”

“Let?”

“Okay, we help Lucky blow off some steam. It’s Rider’s turn. Son of a bitch nearly broke Moon’s jaw last month. It was my turn this month, but Rider owed me a favor.”

“You’re not serious? Rider could get hurt!”

“You see any blood?”

Jo turned back to the fight. “No.”

“Then he’s good. Have a seat. They’ll stop when they’re tired.”

Jo looked closer at the two men. Lucky was pounding Rider’s stomach and shoulder like a punching bag, fierce concentration on his features that she had never seen on her pastor’s face before. Rider was laughing up at Lucky.

“Is that all you got, motherfucker? Willa hits harder than you.” Pushing Lucky off him, he then threw himself on top of him, pounding him back.

After watching the crazy interaction between the two men, she went back to the spot she had been standing in before Shade’s arrival, looking at the time on the clock.

Shade took his eyes off the screens to raise a brow when she didn’t sit.

“I’m not tired.” Blushing, she winced when she heard cursing come from the other room. “How long do the fights usually last?”

“Depends on what the brother did to piss Lucky off. Rider ruined Lucky’s leather pants, so it could take a while.” Shade picked up the bag of popcorn, holding it out to his side. “Want some?”

“Thanks.” She took a handful, and they watched the monitors until Rider returned to the security room.

Taking his chair, he soothed a hand over his jaw, wiggling it back and forth experimentally.

“Are you okay?” she asked in concern over his battered face.

Rider gave her a reassuring smile, then gave Shade an accusatory glance. “The fucker’s been working out.”

“Has he? I didn’t know.”

“Bullshit, you know every stink set off in the clubhouse.”

“Not everyone.” He cast Jo a glance as she remained standing next to Rider’s chair. “I better go. Lily will be wondering what’s taking me so long.”

“Good.” Rider grimaced as he ran his hand over his ribs.

“Night, Jo.”

“Good night, Shade.”

Shade went out the door, but before it could close, he poked his head back inside. “Rider, I forgot to mention, she moved to the door for three minutes. Later.”

Blushing furiously, she glared at the closed door. “Prick.” She was so mad she could spit. Lily had her sympathy.

“Welcome to my world.”