Page 15 of Down & Dirty: Rage

They didn’t.

As long as she was a sweet butt, she was off limits to anyone not wearing a DAMC cut. And even then, she was only available to full-patched members. They did not share their women with the prospects.

Those recruits had to find their own pussy.

He sank deeper into the chair as Shimmer tugged on his balls and slobbed his knob.

Oh yeah.This shit was better than aspirin for his aches and pains. He was quickly forgetting what little he remembered about last night and his run-in with the last Soul on his list.

Until she paused and his dick slipped from her hot, wet mouth. “Shit! Pugsy, can you check the schedule and see when I’m on stage?”

What the fuck?

“11:15 and every hour after that,” the prospect answered her.

“Shit.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Rage muttered, opening his eyes.

She turned her blue ones up to him. “What?”

“Got words in your mouth ‘steada my dick.”

“I guess you want me to just shut up and suck you.”

He glared at her. “No shit.”

She smiled in return and drew her long-ass, bright neon nails up his length before blowing him a kiss.

He didn’t need her to be cute. He needed her to finish giving him head before the club doors opened. “Don’t got time for your fuckin’ games, woman. Suck my cock or I’m gonna fuck your ass. Your choice.”

“If you fuck my ass, I’ll have to shower and get ready for my shift all over again. And it starts in…” She turned her head and yelled, “Pugs, what time is it?”

“Doors open in fifteen,” he yelled back.

“I take the stage in a half hour,” she explained, like Rage cared.

“Sounds like a you problem, Shimmer, not a me problem.”

“It’ll be a you problem if you have an empty stage because I’m running late.”

Fuck.She was right.

That meant they had no time to waste. He grabbed her head and shoved it back into his lap. “Then use your fuckin’ mouth for what it was made for.”

Any other woman who wasn’t a sweet butt would’ve given him shit for that comment. Maybe even stormed the fuck off. Not Shimmer.

Before he could close his eyes to concentrate on the skills of her hand, mouth, and tongue, someone else entered the main floor from the rear.

Zeke.

What the fuck was hedoing here?

At least he didn’t have his three-year-old in tow for once.

Though it would be pretty fucking entertaining to watch the DAMC president explain what Shimmer was doing on her knees with Rage’s dick in her mouth to a toddler.

Rage tracked Zeke until he stopped right next to the chair.