Diablo- Savage Souls MC

Mine

Alex

Diablo invited me to a weekend MC part.

What the hel*l do you wear to an MC party? I guess leather and not much else? I finally decided on a pair of tight black jeans, an off-the-shoulders red shirt and knee-high boots. Completed the look with a leather jacket. I left my waist-long hair down my back.

Cal would s*it himself if he saw me like this.

Well fu*k him. I was no longer his meak little wife. I felt better about myself than I had in years. Diablos heated gazes helped quite a bit on that front. I heard a bike pull up outside and stop. Grabbing my clutch, I walked down the stairs to meet him. S*it I've never ridden a bike. I gulped down my fear and rounded the corner.

Diablo

HOLY FU*K.

My di*k pressed uncomfortably into my zipper. She looked fu*king hot. Like she was meant for this life. I was going to be da*n proud having this smoke show on my bike.

Alex wasn't stick thin. She had plenty to hold onto while I pounded into her. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't overweight, just healthy.

And I lived for it.

She smiled as she approached me and I wanted to burn that memory into my brain forever. Handing her a helmet, she hesitated.

"Um, I've never been on a bike before." She blushed. I took the helmet and buckled it on.

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow. Arms around my middle tight. When I turn, lean slightly into it. If something's wrong, just tap my side, got it?" She gulped but nodded. I showed her how to get behind me and where to put her feet. She hesitated before wrapping her arms around me. I grabbed her thigh and pulled her tight to my back. She jumped but relaxed into me and put her cheek to my back.

Best feeling ever.

I've never let a bi*ch on my bike. In the MC world that had big meaning. I'd claim her soon. And she would be mine.

MINE.

Alex

The ride was amazing. I had never had as much fun as I did hanging on Diablo, wind in my hair. I felt free.

So free.

Diablo always made me feel like I had ownership of my life. The guy was straight up terrifying, but he always had a way to make me feel calm. We spoke almost every day, and I learned some about him, although he wasn't an open book. He was 12 years older than me but in no way did that turn me off. If anything, it was a huge turn on. I learned his real name was Victor Sanchez. He'd been in the MC for 30 years. Other than that, he seemed to shut off. Whatever happened to him before the MC must not have been pleasant.

At all.

I never pushed him. If he ever wanted to confide, I'd be there.