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-Formerly, Searching for Sirens-
Zander Armstrong, Pirate MC prospect, has never felt more betrayed than finding his girlfriend in bed with his best guy friend and fellow future Pirate. Though having said girl leave him for that same frie...
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Ollie's thin frame sits on top of my pelvis just in a bright green lace bra and panties. The brightness of her underwear makes her lightly tanned skin glow like a golden goddess. The room is heavily shaded, and though I don't recognize it, it feels familiar. Like it should be my room, though I know it isn't.
Moonlight filters in through a nearby window, creating a silver halo around her.
God, she's beautiful. It's a scene I've seen several times before, but this time something feels different. Any hesitation I usually have is completely gone.
Her spellbinding hips rock against my hardened member, making a deep groan escapes my lips.
"Do you want me, Zane?" She chuckles as she leans over me, causing her hair to cascade down. It catches the moonlight, making the blonde hair glitter like golden threads. Her pink lips are just inches away from mine. I can feel her hot breath taunting me, pulling me in closer.
"God, yes, baby. You know I do." I can't resist letting my hands travel up her soft, smooth legs.
The panties need to come off. They're in the damn way.
A coy smile crosses her lips, sending a shiver down my spine before she leans over and whispers in my ear. "I do too."
She presses harder into me. I groan and grip her hips, guiding her to where I want her.
I have to have her, now.
My hands travel to her rump to push her up. When my fingers hook the thin material, I start guiding them down as her lips trail up my neck and jaw. Just as we are about to meet in a heated kiss, she stops. "Zany."
My brows furrow at Ollie's nickname for me. Something about the way she says it sounds too... real.
"Zany," she says again. This time it's more startling like I'm being ripped from a fog and shoved into a clear, bright room.
What the fuck is going on?
I snap awake and am instantly met with a face in mine. I jerk back as far as my pillow will allow me. "Jesus Christ, Ollie!"
