(LANCE)
We left the clubhouse like a war convoy — three blacked-out SUVs and my Harley leading the pack. I didn’t let Eliona ride on the bike this time. Too exposed. Instead, I pulled her into the backseat of the middle SUV, the windows tinted so dark no sniper could get a clean shot.
The second the doors closed and the convoy started moving toward the city, I had her straddling my lap.
“Skirt up,” I ordered, already unzipping my pants. “No time for slow tonight.”
Eliona obeyed instantly, pulling her leather skirt over her hips. She was still dripping from the garage, my c*m and hers coating her thighs. I gripped her ass hard and pulled her down onto my c**k in one smooth, brutal motion, burying myself to the hilt inside her tight heat.
“f**k…” I groaned, head falling back against the
