Broken (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 3)

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freaking teenage boy who couldn’t control his dick. I needed to get away from her. Being there was a mistake. So, with one last glance, I hopped on my bike, and rode the hell out of there.
    I pulled up to Raven’s Nest, and went right in. My shift behind the bar didn’t start for an hour, but I needed some sort of release.
    Rev, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, sat at the bar talking with Larry, the bartender on duty. Blaze, a new prospect, sat to Rev’s right, nursing a beer. I wasn’t in the mood to talk or drink. I had something else in mind.
    Candy was in the corner, just waiting for one of the members to have their way with her. She’d been trying to get with me for months, but she was used more times than a fucking bus, and I didn’t like sloppy fifths. But, tonight, I needed to get Sawyer off my mind.
    I held my finger up, and beckoned Candy to come to me. She instantly straightened, pushing her tits up, before strutting my way.
    She winked at me, and I was surprised with all that black shit caked on her eyelashes that she was able to do so. 
    Her scrawny arms linked around my neck, and she pressed her mouth against my ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Where do you want me?”
    I took her hand, and guided her to the backroom, but the door was locked, so I went to the next door. I turned the knob, and yanked her into the men’s room. It would have to do. Besides, I wasn’t doing this for pleasure. The only thing I wanted was release. 
    “Get on your knees,” I said, and dropped my pants. My cock sprang out, ready and waiting.
    “I like a man who takes charge,” she purred, and tried to kiss me.  
    I pushed her face away from mine. “Stop talking.”
    Candy did as I asked, and sunk to the floor, licking her lips. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and smiled up at me. “Always knew you were packing.”  Her tongue snaked out, and she licked my tip. “Mmm, delicious,” she moaned.
    “What did I say about talking?”
    She went to answer, but as soon as her lips parted, I thrust my cock into her opened mouth. Her eyes widened, and I felt the spasm of her gag reflexes, but she quickly recovered, sliding her lips up and down as she worked her hand on my base.
    Her head bobbed back and forth while her tongue twisted and twirled, but I barely noticed. She might as well have not even been there because all I could focus on was Sawyer, and the memory of her body, hot and writhing beneath me. Damn it to hell. This wasn’t working.
    I grabbed Candy’s hair, fisting it in my hand, and controlled her rhythm. I pumped in and out of her mouth, and, like an obedient whore, she lapped up every inch.
    She might not have been Sawyer, but a guy could dream. I closed my eyes and imagined Sawyer’s pretty lips taking me all in. I thrusted harder, hitting the back of her throat, and moaned as she cupped my balls in her hand. Her mouth tightened as she pulled up, then loosened as she went right back down. The combination brought me closer to my release.
    “That’s right, baby. Suck me hard.”
    In response, she moaned, causing little vibrations to spread across my shaft. I grabbed either side of her head, and slid in and out slowly as the vision of Sawyer impaling my cock flashed in my mind. My speed picked up, and I drove into Candy’s mouth over and over until I gushed all over her face.
    I stumbled back, and rested against the cold porcelain of the sink. Candy ran a finger over her face, scooping up my cum, and sucking it off her finger. Most guys would be turned on right now, but all I could think about was getting the fuck out of there.
    I grabbed for my pants, and pulled them back into place. Candy knew how to suck a dick, but, unfortunately for me, it did shit. I was still wound tighter than a fucking timing belt.
    “My turn?” she pouted, creeping her finger up my chest.
    “Sorry, Candy. Not this time.” I reached for a couple paper towels, and shoved them at her. “But

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