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After weeks in the hospital with Kingpin being back at Royal Road felt better than ever. Especially since Prez was occupied. Knowing he had absolutely no plans and Pagan was still partly acting as Prez with Villain protecting him, I had rare time off.
Also, I had something to look forward to, playing with my new toy, Maren. I threw back a drink with Horror as she distorted her body on the stage, impressing everyone. I watched her with a lot more pride until I remembered she wasn’t really mine. Strangely, noticing all the men’s eyes on her felt different than before. What if someone else found out she was a spy? She’d be dead meat and there would be fuck all I could do about it.
“That girl there is a vision,” Horror said at my side.
His gruff voice made him sound sinister, but he was a softy. Since he’d be gone romancing his new woman, I’d be taking Maren back to his place tonight to keep up our act. And to have my way with her again.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch. Does Chloe know?” He asked, ruining my thoughts.
“Know what?” I didn’t want to talk about my estranged wife.
“That you’re claiming another woman?”
Hell. That was a problem I hadn’t thought about.
“Not any of her business. Or yours.”
“Whole club heard Maren told Opry she’s yours. Tonya’s Chloe’s neighbor now. Word is bound to get to her about this. You ready for Chloe to come here showing her ass?”
“Why would she? I’ve fucked every whore in this joint, and she knows it.”
I dared her to, after what she did to me and me still supporting her and her kids.
“But you’ve not said a woman is yours before besides her. Plus, you’re still legally married,” Horror kept reminding me.
“You know something I don’t, Horror? I know you’ve been staying over there.”
“It’s my house. I only put Tonya in it for that purpose. I know Chloe’s been saying she’s going to do something.”
“What?”
“Beats me. I can only assume. Better warn her off it.”
Fuck. I’d have to. But I wouldn’t think of it tonight.
Horror distracted me, and I about missed Maren’s show. When she went to the dressing room, I followed her. I couldn’t wait. I spun her around before she could put on her top.
“Levi, what do you want? I’m getting dressed.”
“The hell you are, we’re pretending you’re mine. I’m going to take you right here.” I went for my belt.
“The fuck you are, my pussy’s too sore from last night.”
“Get on your knees,” I commanded.
“Right here in the dressing room? Someone could come in on us.”
Fuck. That was even hotter. “Good enough for Hallow but not good enough for me.”
“You want me to give you a list of men and what I’ve done with them so you can one up them.”
“No, I want to shut you up with my dick, so open wide.”
Crossing her arms, Maren huffed.
“You want to look like we’re fighting?”
“No,” Maren said with a pout that wasn’t at all sincere.
I took her by her hair and forced her onto her knees.
She whimpered, loving me dominating her. Staring up at me with a sultry expression, her hands went to release my cock.
She muttered, “I thought we were going to your place to do this.”
Her lips landed on my cock. Fuck. Watching her kiss it only made it harder.
“We’re going to Horror’s place, where I’m staying. Don’t worry we have it all to ourselves until Halloween.”
“You don't have your own place,” she asked between licks.
I fought a moan as she worked her magic. “I did. I lived with Goliath. Now Eve is staying there.”
“I don’t know why she won’t perform on Halloween. She says she’s sick. She’s been throwing up for a month.”
“You think she’s pregnant?”
“I don’t think she’s with anybody. I don’t think she’s back with Hallow.”
“You just wanted to say his name didn’t you, remind me I saw him with his dick in your mouth. Get me angry.”
Maren’s teeth grazed my dick. I stared down at her.
Gazing up at me, she had an evil grin on her face that answered my question. Her head dipped down to my balls.
“That's the only man I've been with here, besides you, and you are so jealous,” she teased me.
And she was right.
“Hell yeah, I'm jealous. You haven't had my dick in your mouth, yet. Why don’t you quit licking my balls and get to it.”
“Your monster of a dick will barely fit in my mouth.”
Fondling her face, I ran my thumb over her wet lips. “You do have a tiny mouth.”
Maren was tiny, short with all the right curves. She had the body of a gymnast. And her pussy was so tight.
“You’ve swallowed a sword before, haven’t you?”
With a wicked sparkle in her eye, Maren opened wide. Her mouth opened wider than it should, almost looking unnatural but erotic at the same time. Straining her neck, she about swallowed my dick whole. Like a pelican gulping a fish, she took my cock deep into her throat. Squeezed by her esophagus, I instantly came. Maren gulped. I heaved my dick out of her throat as I squirted. Still on her knees, Maren took my softening member and shoved it back in my pants.
“I can't believe you did that. I've never had a woman able to take me down her throat before.”
“I've had a lot of practice. With swords and shit, not with monster dicks. But I guess it translates. Can I get dressed now? I need a drink.”
I wanted to take her straight to Horror’s place but there was nothing there to drink.
“Get dressed. You deserve that strawberry margarita.”
Maren pulled on her jeans and t-shirt and hung up her costume. She went to pull off the stick-on rhinestones.
“Leave them on for later.”
We went out into the club, to the bar to get her a drink. Louise who usually stripped was pouring shots tonight. The stick thin brunette smiled broadly when she saw me. The whore was one of my favorites, able to take all of me and more. It’d been a while since she warmed my bed, but she was a freak in the sheets. The barstools were full, so I went up to the end of the bar and told her I needed Maren’s drink and a double shot of whiskey for me.
“Leviathan, where have you been? I’m off in an hour if you want to catch up.” Louise wrapped her long fingers around my wrist, reminding me she liked to use the shackles.
Before I could answer her, Maren stepped in front of me.
“Back off whore. This is my biker.”
“This you, Levi?” Louise asked.
Putting my arm around Maren’s waist, I tried to introduce them.
Louise stalked off.
Paisley slid down the bar and filled our order. “Look at you two. Quite the couple.”
Maren hung on me like she was climbing a tree, selling the lie. I loved it. We took our drinks over to a booth. Maren slid in first and I sat beside her.
“You know they say if a man sits beside you and not in front of you at a table, he doesn’t want to look at you,” she said.
“Who wouldn’t want to look at you? How can I put my arm around you if I sit over there?” I did just that. “Good job at the bar, acting like you’re mine. But don’t take it so far.”
If she acted like that she wouldn’t have to worry about another spy. Chloe would be here in no time trying to kill her.
“Why not? You and I are serious, right?” Maren asked, keeping up the con.
“You’re a good actress, huh. As good as you are a dancer?” I said, actress because I couldn’t say liar or spy.
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m not,” I said. I wore my emotions on my sleeve. Anger mostly. That’s why everyone feared me. One of the many reasons.
Maren put her hand on my upper thigh like she owned me.
“What would you do tonight if I were really yours and we were having a drink?” she asked.
“You don’t want to fuck me on the table, do you?”
Maren let her drink fall on the table hard. “How about you go get me another drink?”
I’d not even started on my whiskey. “I’m not leaving you here.”
“It’d look ridiculous if I went with you.”
“Wait a minute and we’ll get up and go to the bar, I see some empty stools now.”
“Yeah, whatever Paisley gave me has worn off. I thought that alcohol would help.”
“Planning to get drunk?”
“Maybe. I haven’t let myself since I’ve been here.”
“Why not?”
“Had to keep alert. Now you’ve caught me, I can let loose.”
I wasn’t above getting Maren drunk especially if she was down.
“Here, take my whiskey. I’ll go get us a bottle. Don’t move a muscle.”
I returned with her margarita, a bottle of Dickel and another glass.
Maren finished the whiskey already.
“Let’s play a game,” I said, pouring two shots.
“A drinking game?”
“Duh,” I said, sliding hers over. “I ask you a question, and if I think you’re telling the truth, I’ll drink. If I think it’s a lie, you drink.”
“And what about me?”
“Same rules for you.”
“But how will we know for sure what’s true?”
“We won’t”
“You go first,” Maren said, holding the shot glass to her lips. Getting her drunk was going to be easier than I thought.
