The Enforcer’s Sin: Stolen By My Father’s Best Friend

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The crowd at the clubhouse has finally thinned out, and everywhere is silent.

Too silent.

The family house is an hour from here, and Dad's not willing to take the trip since everyone is exhausted from the celebration today.

Most of the bikers are spending the night at the clubhouse while some booked reservations at nearby motels.

As for Alex and I, we're stuck here for the time being.

I'm exhausted. Damn too exhausted to think about anything.

Alex was supposed to come to bed with me, but he decided to chill out with the other bikers downstairs, sweet talking me into going to sleep.

Initially, I fought against it, but right now, I can't be gladder.

I need this time to myself.

Alex has been all up in my space for as long as I can remember, and I've not been able to do something as simple as think on my own. I get it that he loves me and all, but sometimes, a girl just needs her personal space.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while I think about everything that happened today.

All of a sudden, an image of Cade flashes through my retinas.

Not again.

I can't stop thinking about him after our little encounter some hours back.

I stare at the ceiling again, trying my hardest to distract myself into thinking that the crush I had on him while growing up is something that I've outgrown. I mean, I have Alex. A fiance who loves me so much.

I toss and turn around the bed for almost an hour and all I'm thinking about is Cade.

Cade kissed me.

Cade pinning me against the wall while he whispers nasty things into my ear.

'That's it, you nasty slut.'

'Come on, c*m for me. I wanna see the face you make.'

'I'll take out my c**k right now, and you'll be a good girl for me. You'll go down on your knees and you'll suck it. Is that clear.'

Fuck me.

I wish Alex could be the way that I want in bed.

He's literally the perfect fiance on paper. More than I can ever wish for, but he's just lacking in the bedroom department.

I dip my hand into my shirt, massaging my breast and twisting the n*****s. Arousal pools in my core.

That's it.

Maybe when I touch myself like the way he touched that sweet butt during my celebration, I'll c*m and the image of him will be wiped off my memory forever.

Yeah, that's it.

My hands find their way down until they disappear into the band of my flannel pants.

I'm not wearing panties, and that makes it easier for me to find my channel.

I squeeze, my lips parting open as my breathing becomes heavy.

Fuck.

I roll my c**t between my fingers, pinching my n****e because I'm desperate for some friction. I need something. Anything.

I slide two fingers in, pumping in and out. The wet sounds of me finger-f*****g myself to Uncle Cade turns me on even more, and before I know it, I reach a climax the way I've never done before.

Panting, I wipe my fingers clean, and throw the covers over my body, ready to fall asleep.

'Come on, Lottie. Is that all you've got? Give it to me.'

My eyelids snap open as I sit up straight.

Another dream of him doing crazy things to me.

I'm hot and sweaty.

At this point, I need a f*****g shower.

It's 3:00 AM and I need some sleep if I plan on getting up early tomorrow.

Getting out of bed, I grab my towel and head down the stairs to the communal club showers.

Everywhere's silent, and I don't want to cause a scene.

I push open the door to the first stall, and I see that it's locked.

I head to the next one, pushing the heavy door open.

My mouth drops open because I find the most fascinating thing standing on the other side of the door.

Steam billows out from the stall, inked back facing me as water trickles down the powerhouse of a body.

My brain literally freezes as I'm too stunned to speak. I stand there, vibrating like a f*****g lost puppy, my lips trembling.

A reasonable person is supposed to shut the door, and walk away.

Me? I don't do that.

I stand there as though I expect something else to happen.

Just when my brain has decided to function and I want to move my legs, he turns around, giving me a full front view of everything I've been dreaming of and my goodness!

Cade doesn't scramble to cover up. Rather, he slowly wipes the water off his face while I stand there, looking at... everything.

There are so many places to feed my eyes too. I don't know where to fixate on. It feels like a taboo, and at the same time, it feels like an engagement treat.

I'm getting shown what I've always wanted, but I can never have because I'm now tied to Alex.

My gaze lingers on his broad chest before they go down to his six-pack, and then, his Apollo's belt and then his... My goodness.

Are those piercings down there?

Fuck my life.

Cade is everything Alex will never be.

I swallow the imaginary lump that forms in my throat twice because it's about time to start speaking.

There has to be a reason I'm here, right?

Otherwise, Cade will think I'm stalking him.

"Like what you see, Lottie?" He asks, leaning over the tiles while I stand there, absolutely speechless.

"I...."

"Or do you need a closer look so that you can compare notes with your college boy fiance?" He says, and I swear, there's no expression on his face. How can someone be such an asshole and be a proud one.

I give myself a final peek of his naked form, knowing full well that whatever attraction I have for him dies in my mind. It cannot go past fantasy. He's too big of an asshole to let him ruin my life.

I shake my head, slamming the stall door shut before angrily walking back to my room.