Free Big Dog by Ryder Dane Page B

tell. Even that bastard, Wolfman, saw through her ‘fuck you’ attitude and felt some compassion. His words and actions, letting her use his personal blade to maim the motherfucking scum, Jarl, showed the man carried a small bit of humanity in his soul somewhere.
    He knew confronting Wolfman with a witness was the only way to open the communication between the clubs. Now the counties between the clubs would be considered neutral territory. He’d been as shocked as everyone else in the tent to see Future strip down to her panties to prove her words. Her body must have been perfection before the imprisonment.
    He’d been attracted to her before now, but he wanted to give her time to get used to him. Women either backed off after seeing his prick, or they viewed it as a challenge. He knew that if he tried to romance her now, she would think he was either a freak that got off on her scars, or he felt sorry for her. The truth was he wanted her—period. Demon and Knight both told him she had something about her that made a man want to lay down with her and fuck until neither of them could move. He’d laughed at the time, walking away from offered pussy was never a problem for him. If he was in the mood to have sex, all he had to do was snap his fingers in the club. There was always a house cat or a bitch as some called them at the club, or even a fluffer looking for a little action. Though a house cat was looking to eventually settle down with a brother.
    Since the incident with her disappearing act, Demon told him that he had decided he wanted someone more docile and submissive. He was a dominant, and had no plans to change his ways, even for a woman like Future.
    Knight hadn’t changed his mind about her, he confessed to having a lingering passion for her. “It’s fucked up, man, I don’t want to lock down with her, I just want to fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s nice enough, and I like her, but she is too independent for me to have as an old lady. I need a woman that needs me; that one doesn’t need anything from anybody.”
    Big Dog wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being led into a full out relationship, but he was planning a private thank you party for her before she drove away on her pussy bike.
    They got to the club and everyone went their separate ways. Future was eyeing the sofas in the lounge, but found herself pulled out of the back door and led to one of the duplexes behind the main building. Big Dog pushed her through the doorway and followed her inside. The place was sparsely furnished with two recliners and a small love seat. A 55-inch flat screen took up one entire wall, and there was a long skinny table between the spots to sit. A small kitchen that sported a toaster, a stack of paper plates, and a Bunn coffeemaker on the short counter, was best described as functional.
    She headed for the two closed doors and was thankful to find the bathroom on the first try. Seeing the shower and a stack of folded towels, she didn’t resist the temptation. She reached over, locked the bathroom door, and stripped before she could change her mind. She felt dirty after her show and tell, and all she had thought about was a hot shower to wash the feelings of humiliation away. The heated water would also help relax the muscles in her back, hopefully enough for her to be able to sleep for a few hours before she hit the road home.
    By the time she was dressed and ready to leave the room, she was wide awake. It would take a couple more hours before she would be in dreamland, although she hated the thought of staying another night, it was something to consider. She still had to ask Big Dog if she had paid a high enough penalty for him to release her bike.
    She smelled fresh brewed coffee, headed for the pot, and the mug next to it was filled within seconds. A box of sugar packets sat on the counter and next to them was creamer packets. Tearing open two of the sugar packets made her think of Crazy Charlie, and the