Integrity Has No Bounds by Ryder Dane Page A

up
on this bar and take my refreshment from your sweet pussy, after I
spank your ass for tickling me.”
    She laughed at his threat, not because she
didn’t think he’d follow through, but knowing she’d found a chink
in his bossy armor. “Oh come on, you’d spank me for making you
laugh? That’s not nice. So if I was to,” she leaned in close and
latched her mouth over the nipple closest to her and held the small
circle in between her lips while her tongue lapped at the tiny bud
through the thin material.
    The hand cupping her head encouraged her
action. “Harder, use your teeth, yeah, like that.”
    She let go of his nipple after worrying it
until he moaned, and gave his crotch a playful pat. “I think you’re
happy to see me.” She started to walk back to the office to get her
backpack, and giggled when her arm was grabbed and she was lifted
up onto the end of the bar on her belly. She pushed up with her
arms, and got a slap on her ass for her trouble. She was still
laughing until the third swat. “Hey, biker man, that stings.” The
forth and fifth smack got her the satisfaction of knowing she’d
kicked his thigh in reflex as the intensity of his swats
increased.
    The waistband of her skintight leggings was
peeled down over her ass and thighs, and she felt his lips kissing
the reddened cheeks. Somehow she ended up on her back lying on the
hardwood surface of the bar with her ankles together and her thighs
spread wide. John’s hands were trailing up and down the inside of
her thighs.
    “This is such a pretty sight. Tell me,
Stevie, how many orgasms do you think I can give you in the next
half hour or so?”
    She knew that wicked grin on his sexy lips,
she was in for some enjoyment, and she gave him a smile, cupped her
breasts, and lifted her hips, giving him a big hint how she felt
about his question. “Bring it, but you might want to remember
paybacks are coming, and I’ve found I like the taste of your skin.”
His eyes were on her mouth and she deliberately licked her
lips.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Lonnie got the call from the hospital shortly
after they got back to the bar. Stevie had dragged him through the
mall. At least she’d gone into the leather shop.
    While she was trying on boots, he bought a
buttery soft vest for Sharon, and he added a silver arm cuff to his
purchase. She would scold him for spending the money on her, but he
planned to insist on a private show. He tossed in a black thong to
complete the outfit and smiled while he paid for his purchases.
    Stevie spent almost a grand on a jacket,
boots, chaps, and gloves. The next store, he sat on the bench
outside of the shop. She said he was welcome to join her in picking
out panties, but she wasn’t sure how John might feel about Lonnie
knowing what kind of undies she owned. He was loaded down with the
leather she purchased and she carried the ladies underthings.
    He didn’t mind carrying his woman’s panties,
hell, he often wore her thong on his bicep after he took it off her
when they made love. This was different, and he’d be damned if he
could figure out why the idea of carrying another woman’s sexy
underwear made him uncomfortable, but he was glad she carried her
own.
    At first the call made him panic. Sharon had
been in a bad accident, according to the hospital, she was brought
in unconscious, and he was listed as her next of kin. He wasn’t the
sharpest knife in the drawer, but something about the call was off.
After assuring the caller that he was on his way, he ended the
call. He looked at Stevie and told her to call John.
    “I’m calling the clubhouse to get someone
over to where Sharon works. Unless she borrowed a car, I know for a
fact she rode her putt into work this morning, we left the house
together, so how else would she be in a car accident?”
    Stevie didn’t get to talk to John, her
message went straight to his voicemail.
    Lonnie was talking on the speaker feature of
his phone, and texting Sharon at the same time.