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“That wasn’t the deal,” Gabe protested as he watched the setting sun from the parking garage. “You said you’d ‘have the bitch by sunset’ and I’m searing my retinas looking at it right now. Where is Constance?”

“Well, deal’s change,” Jagger spoke over the phone. “I got to thinking after our rooftop convo, and I realized somethin’.”

“Was it that I could scrap Reva with a text message and you better not fuck with me because I don’t give a shit about you or your fucking bike?” Gabe rolled his eyes.

“No,” Jagger mocked back in a super cheery tone dripping with sarcasm before his voice went back to normal. “I realized you aint’ got much fucking time to figure this out with your wedding day coming up. So, I want to amend our deal.”

“Not until you get me Constance,” Gabe scowled.

“Well, I ain’t going to be able to get her for ya, but I can take you to her,” Jagger started.

“What do you mean?” Gabe narrowed his eyes.

“I mean, she ain’t in town, and you don’t have time to fuck around right now,” Jagger continued. “I can’t bag and tag her out in the boonies on your timeframe, but I can get you there and back before you know it.”

“With what bike?” Gabe huffed.

“MY bike,” Jagger punched the ownership with his words. “Yeah, you give me my bike, I drive you up to where your skank is, you do your thing, and I drive you back.”

“Yeah, back to your bar, fat chance,” Gabe refused.

“Fine,” Jagger’s cocky smirk practically crackled through the line. “But you won’t be getting none of what you need from that whore unless you do. So, what’s it going to be, slut?”

Gabe pondered that for a moment. If he were to give up his bargaining chip, would it really be worth it? He’d be left with no leverage.

“I’m waiting for an answer?” Jagger pressed.

“You can’t honestly think—” Gabe was about to speak up when a hand touched his shoulder. Gabe looked over at Riker, the Doberman in nothing but jeans and a dirty tank top. He gave him a nod and Gabe’s grin slowly widened. “Actually, ya know what, sure. Why the fuck not. Tomorrow morning then.”

“What time?” Jagger’s voice had a desperate shortness to it. He was chomping at the bit to lock in this win.

“Bright and early, I’ll text you the time and location,” Gabe smirked. “See ya there.”

With that Gabe clicked his phone off and turned to Riker.

“So, what’s the damage?” Gabe gave Riker a once over, the Doberman had a few grease stains on his tank as he wrung his hands with a dirty rag.

“It’s enough to end Jagger,” Riker nodded looking back at Riva, the bike having been taken apart, pieces laid out on towels and the engine exposed. “With enough finesse, it could end the Wild Riders.”

“Take photos of everything and send them to me,” Gabe smirked, his sleeves having been rolled up and his own hands darkened with grease stains. “I got a report to type up and I feel like Jagger is the kind of reader who likes lots of pictures.”

***

Gabe didn’t sleep well that night. Not because he was scared, but because he finally felt that cutthroat tingle he had been missing from the boardroom. Riker picked him up and he decided to fill him in, handing him over a duplicate file.

“I sent this to your email as well to have a digital copy,” Gabe instructed. “Also, while I’m gone, I’ll call you once every hour on the hour on your burner.”

“Actually, I managed to get you your phone back,” Riker spoke plainly as he handed Gabe a phone from the front. “Well, a new phone with your old information copied onto it from the cloud.”

“Well, isn’t that nice,” Gabe smiled taking the new phone and pulling it open using his code.

“Vanessa was able to work her magic and have a new phone registered and your old data grafted to it. You’re all good to go. Newest model too.”

“Thanks Riker,” Gabe looked through some of his messages. Sure enough Tucker had sent him hundreds of texts and plenty of voice memos. He simply archived them for his future divorce lawyers. “How much do I pay Vanessa?”

“I don’t know, but if it’s as much as I get paid, it’s not enough. That woman is a powerhouse when she wants to be.” Riker nodded. “You sure you don’t need me for the exchange?”

“I got this,” Gabe dismissed Riker’s concerns. “You go home and get some rest. You’ve earned it.”

They quickly got to the parking garage and Gabe pulled up his file and continued to read it over as he sat on Reva. It didn’t take long for Jagger to show up. Gabe heard them long before he saw the trio of headlights coming down the way. They rolled into the garage and Gabe smiled, never leaving Reva’s seat as he waited for the lights to kill, the booming echo of the bikes cutting as the engines died off. Jagger was riding a regular bike, clearly borrowed from one of his subordinates. He was flanked by two others. One bike had a black panther and a hyena on it while the other had Diesel, the rhino that he spent an afternoon watching nature documentaries with.

“Reva,” Jagger put the kick stand down and got off the bike, his voice sounding like he was ransoming his fucking wife.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gabe fanned himself with the file as Jagger approached, the wolf stopping in his tracks as if he just noticed the golden was sitting there. The fur on the wolf’s back stood on end, his lips curling back into a snarl.

“You little prick, get off her,” Jagger growled.

“I thought we were taking a little trip together?” Gabe glanced over at the three other men getting off their bikes. “Just the two of us? I didn’t realize this was a group activity.”

“Like I said,” Jagger stepped forward and gripped Gabe by the shirt and lifted him off his bike, the thread’s popping and tearing. “Deals change.”

“Put me down,” Gabe spoke plainly and without fear. So much so it gave Jagger pause before he scoffed.

“Yeah, I’ll let you down,” Jagger took a few steps to the side, his hand effortlessly gripping Gabe as he slowly inched his way to the overhang of the garage. Gabe blinked before gripping Jagger’s wrist, holding tight as he was half a step away from dangling over the edge of the three story parking garage.

“Boss,” Diesel spoke up. “We need him alive.”

“You know what I’d do to my own riders if they rode Reva without my permission,” Jagger growled. “I don’t give a shit how much he’s worth. No one makes a fool of me and takes my fucking ride.”

Jagger stepped closer, Gabe’s shoes scraping on the concrete railing.

“You need me,” Gabe spoke.

“You are a mouthy brat who has well outweighed the worth of keeping in one piece,” Jagger’s eyes started to go wide, that same wild and manic look he had when he pulled the trigger in his office. Jagger wasn’t kidding or joking. He was going to fucking do it!

“You’ll lose everything,” Gabe shot out, the panic in his eyes only feeding the look on Jagger’s face, his eyes getting wider, his smile hanging open as he was practically foaming at the mouth.

“I’ll just loose a few million,” Jagger huffed. “How does it feel knowing your money means nothing to me?”

Jagger put Gabe’s feet down on the edge of the concrete and pushed forward, Gabe being forced to lean at an angle as more of his silk shirt tore.

“No!” Gabe gripped onto Gabe’s wrist for support. “You need to listen to me.”

“Yesssss,” Gabe snarled. “Beg, see if that changes things.”

“I hold the entire life of the Wild Riders in this file,” Gabe slapped Jagger’s forearm with it. “You kill me, you kill your gang.”

Jagger’s eyes were still crazy, but at least they flicked to the folder and then back to Gabe. Like lightning he snatched the file and held it out to his boys.

“Whiskers! Read it!” Jagger demanded, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing heavy. The black panther came over, the older of the three men and took the file.

“Aren’t you going to get me down?” Gabe huffed, a few more tears and pops on his shirt sound like fucking gunshots to him, but Jagger just looked at him, his smile slowly twitching upward as he huffed and heaved.

“Boss,” the panther flipped threw a few pages. “He…might have a point.”

“What!” Jagger snapped his head over. “What do you mean he has a fucking point?! He couldn’t have that kind of power after only being with us for the afternoon! What could he possibly have?!”

“He…he has Reva,” Whiskers stated. “The parts, the serial numbers—”

“We scratched them off!” Jagger barked. “How can he have those numbers?”

“You’d be surprised what a little acid can reveal,” Gabe huffed.

“So what!” Jagger barked. “We can find the part number and rip it off again. You aint’ got shit!”

“But it’s probable cause,” Gabe huffed, his heart beating out of his chest as more threads of his shirt popped.

“Probable cause? For what? A job we did years ago!” Jagger snarled. “You aint’ got shit.”

“Sure, it’s an old crime, but you stole twelve bikes from that one job, and that much lifted metal doesn’t go unnoticed or without massive repercussions,” Gabe had to get it out quickly. “Take it from someone who runs a massive business that if you are stolen from, you won’t let it go lightly.”

“I don’t care!” Jagger snarled, but his fist was shaking.

“Imagine what would happen if this got into the right hands? They could seize all your bikes for possessing, tearing them apart, reclaim any stolen parts, and dismantle you piece by piece. Raid, after raid, after raid without end until you’re all caught on something.”

“You can’t make it all stick!” Jagger growled, actual foam at the corners of his lips as he was huffing. “We’ll get away!”

“How many of you will be left!” Gabe shot back. “How many rivals would smell the blood in the water and scrap the Wild Riders for parts?”

That made Jagger’s pupil’s contract into pinpricks, the rage and contempt giving way, a crack through all that real frustration into a trickle of fear. Gabe would be smiling like the joker himself if he wasn’t so scared shitless, his sneakers scraping the concrete to keep from falling off.

Suddenly Gabe was tugged back into the garage and let go to fall to his hands and knees, scraping his palms on pebbles and sand.

“MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” Jagger screamed as he stomped away. He went to one of the parked cars, gripped its side view mirror, and snapped it off before throwing it at the car, shattering the window before punching in the side of the door several times. It didn’t matter that the car blared its alarms or that his knuckles started bleeding. He tore into that car and left fist shaped dents all over the side. He pulled a knife and slashed the tires, carving through the rubber as it hissed.

Gabe on the other hand was huffing, nearly on the verge of throwing up as his ears crackled with the echoing of the carnage Jagger was inflicting on the car. He sat up, picked gravel out of his shaking hands as he forced himself to calm down. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but this was the second time his life was in danger, and this time he knew Jagger was going to do it for sure if he didn’t have the leverage.

Jagger eventually kicked the side, his steel toed boot denting the rear door before he walked back to his boys huffing.

“Do your thing Aksel and shut that bitch up,” Jagger heaved, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the car. The hyena went to it and got inside to stop the alarm. “Let me see.” Jagger held out his hand to Whiskers and he gave him the file. He flipped through the pictures, snarling and growling until he saw the picture of Reva in pieces. “You fucking chopped her up.”

“And put her back together,” Gabe had calmed himself, straightening his shirt as best he could with all the holes and torn threads. “And changed her oil. You’re welcome.”

“Do you know how custom she is? Who knows if you put her back right!” Jagger barked.

“My mechanic is an ex-con who used to drag race and chop cars for a living. You of all people should appreciate those credentials.” Gabe took another deep breath. “Unlike you, I make sure my collateral is well taken care of.”

Jagger snarled before huffing and turning towards Reva and inspecting her, the bike a gleaming, polished marvel. Meanwhile Gabe bit his cheek while the wolf kept asking questions of how she was taken care of. Normally the golden would tell off someone who so clearly wanted to kill him moments ago, but somehow reassuring him that Reva was in better condition than when he got her calmed the hulking beast.

“What’s all this shit in the saddle bags?” Jagger asked.

“My overnight bag,” Gabe crossed his arms. “I made a deal, and I honor them. Now, unless you want me to obliterate your little boys club, you’ll honor your end of the agreement.”

“God, you’re a prissy little bitch,” Jagger swung one leg over Reva and hopped on, gunning it and roaring the beast of a machine to life. “You going to be mad about that all fucking day?”

“They won’t be coming with us,” Gabe nodded to the other three getting on their bikes.

“Fine,” Jagger nodded to them. “Go to Hilltop and wait for further instruction boys.”

“You got it boss,” Aksel nodded and the other three took off on their bikes.

“So,” Gabe turned to Jagger. “Where’s my helmet.”

Jagger simply smiled and patted the space in front of him.

“Cute, time to ride bitch,” Jagger revved his bike, the sound rejuvenating the wolf, his wicked grin becoming more suave, the edges smoothing out with joy. It reminded Gabe of the dogs at the race track as soon as the cages opened and they were allowed to run.

“Not until I change my shirt,” Gabe went into the saddle bag and he swore he could see a vein throb on Jagger’s temple. The wolf wasn’t used to people just having their way with Reva. The golden could see the way Jagger’s arm flexed, holding onto the handle bars more so that he didn’t lash out at Gabe. The golden kept a simple face, pulled out a fresh shirt and tossed the torn one into the saddle bag before pulling out a pair of Saint Laurents, the sunglasses he got when he had his trip to Paris. Then Gabe furrowed a brow.

“So you’ll have me in front?” Gabe looked up at Jagger who was pulling out his aviators.

“Yeah, bitch, you’ll be riding the best seat in the house,” he kissed the air, his bulge on display with how the seat pushed it up.

“My god,” Gabe put his glasses on and hopped up onto the bike, using Jagger’s arm to steady himself before shakily sliding into place, trying to keep himself scooted forward a bit.

“Comfortable?” Jagger asked, the grin in his voice made Gabe’s heart skip a beat. Was he really doing this?

“No,” Gabe answered truthfully.

“Don’t worry,” Jagger revved his bike, the vibrations humming through the seat. “You will be.”

With that Jagger’s tires squealed, the bike spinning around before he gunned it forward. Gabe’s hands quickly snapped to grip onto Jagger’s arms the wolf threw his head back and cackled.

“Never felt that much power before, huh?” Jagger drove the bike down the ramp, the speed he was going was neigh negligible as he ripped down rows of cars and got to the exit bar as someone else was trying to leave. He leaned us to the side, his weight making the bike shift as he sped out beside the car as it blared its horn. Jagger shot into the street, cutting off a car, clipping into the other lain and nearly missing a head on collision as he shot forward through a red light.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Gabe had an iron grip on Jagger’s forearms.

“Don’t like the way I drive? I can always kick you to the curb and call things square,” Jagger revved the engine, the bike roaring with approval.

Gabe had been skiing on triple black diamonds, he had been to Las Vegas where he had been on coasters that were hundreds of stories above the ground, he had gone sky diving in the Grand Canyon, but each time there was a professional assuring him he was safe. The pro at the wheal today was a fucking madman!

He wanted off of this ride, this wild coaster, but he couldn’t leave, not yet, he couldn’t go. He needed to see this to the end.

Jagger started to slow down as he approached a red light, the madman chuckling as he put his legs out to steady Reva.

“Here’s your stop, now or never bitch,” Jagger chuckled.

“N-No!” Gabe snarled, his claws digging into Jagger’s forearms. “We had a deal, and you’re going to fulfill it, and so am I.”

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t give you a choice,” Jagger revved as the other lane’s lights turned yellow. Reva was about to go off and just as the light turned green Jagger pulled forward, the tire squealing as the front of the bike lifted into the air. The beast of a bike went forward, rearing up to pop a roaring wheelie. Gabe screamed as he fell back, his shoulder blades smacking against Jagger’s chest, his ass pressed firmly against the wolf’s crotch as Reva bellowed its joy off the skyscrapers along with Jagger’s booming laughter. Gabe couldn’t hold onto those forearms anymore and switched to Jagger’s thighs for support. The front end of the bike came down like a hammer, banging on the shocks and making Gabe bounce as Jagger ripped down the line, shooting through several lights before slowing down slightly on the highway ramp.

“Wh-What the actual fuck!” Gabe screamed, but his words were lost in the wind. The roar of the engine, the whipping of the wind was all too much. It was like he was riding a fucking dragon that was ready to go scorched earth!

“Jagger! Slow Down—” Gabe was shaking as he tilted his head to look over his shoulder to shout, but as he looked at Jagger through the corner of his eyes, he paused. He was…something else. Gabe’s breath rolled through his lips, the air pressure and wind snatching his breath as he looked up at the wolf. His Jacket was open, the vent flapping in the wind. His wife-beater clung to his chest, but the wide open neck showed his billowing mane as it curled up onto his head. His wind whipped fur rippled like flames that refused to extinguish in a gale, his grin was wide, his teeth gleaming, the morning sun glinting off his aviators as he barreled down the highway.

Gabe blinked as he slowly turned back to face forward, the way they gently swayed back and forth and wove through traffic somehow wasn’t as terrifying. Everything seemed to be quiet and loud at the same time. Gabe’s iron grip on Jagger’s thighs let up a bit, but he never did let go. His breath fought to go down his throat and was ripped from his lips as they continued their ride. It was exhilarating. Reva roared beneath them like a beast that had finally been freed, and Jagger laughed and howled his triumph as they continued onward down the highway.

In that moment, Gabe felt a little less scared despite how crazy Jagger was driving. It was like…somehow that free spirit inside Jagger was unleashed when he rode his bike. The golden got a glimpse into what the Wild Riders saw in him. It was like watching an eagle up close while hang gliding. He knew an eagle was a beast of prey, that it could harm him, but in that moment it was impossible not to be enamored with how it moved seamlessly. How every little twitch and shift caused them to move to and fro like a hawk riding the jet stream.

“You say something?” Jagger shouted, more as a joke to show he could definitely hear the golden, but Gabe simply let the words get lost in the madness, the reality of the world peeling away from him as the wind shore it from his shoulders. The fear of life and death on that razer’s edge put things into a glaring perspective, the freedom of flying free, the tingle of outrunning your problems was all encompassing. He could understand how one could grow attached to something so terrifying.

Gabe was suddenly pulled form his mind as they went over a bump, the seat beneath him jostling like a scared horse. Gabe felt his balance shift as he gave a little yip, his form tilting only to meet Jagger’s hand.

“Woah there girl,” Jagger tapped his heel against Reva. “Don’t want to scare a first time rider.”

With that Jagger pulled Gabe back into place, realigning him so he was safe and sound in the wolf’s lap.

“Second ride,” Gabe corrected.

“You ain’t never been on a real ride, pup,” Jagger patted the golden’s belly, those massive fingers chiding his ridiculous notion that he had ever gone above forty.

“I drove your damn bike,” Gabe argued, but Jagger just pretended not to hear, leaving his hand in place.

They pulled off onto an interstate, the recently paved road smoother and Reva purred her approval of the smooth ride. Gabe took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the motion causing Jagger’s hand to push out and then rest back. Despite the initial shock, Gabe was starting to calm down, the ride a lot smoother now that they weren’t in downtown traffic. Jagger adjusted his boots, his hips sliding down to rest back on his hog better, Reva cradling him in her leather like a lover. The movement pushed Gabe forward just a bit, his hips widening and needing to pull his hips in to help keep balance. Gabe simply leaned back, sliding further into Jagger’s chest, his head leaning into his pecs as the sun bathed the road in the golden hour.

Reva revved a few times, the roar rumbling deep in Gabe’s gut, but then Jagger did it a few more times.

“Don’t mind Reva,” Jagger had a cocky grin on. “She’s a total butch who doesn’t know her manners.”

“Manners—?” Gabe was about to ask when that bike gave a rev that warmed Gabe, the spot he was at on the seat was made to help support the crotch, but it also was closer to the engine and making it…rumble. “Jagger!”

“Can’t change the way she’s made, princess,” Jagger grinned, his golden fang gleaming in his split lip. “I could always drop you off and you can call your fancy pants driver to pick you up.”

“You can’t possibly think this’ll work—” Gabe’s voice was drowned out as the bike roared, Reva rumbling between Gabe’s legs, his petals tingling. Gabe’s thighs quivered, his knees trying to come together, but his shin, though covered in denim, touched a searing hot piece of metal. He quickly put his legs back, his muff pushing down onto that hungry bike.

“Yeah, Reva bites when you don’t just lay back and take it,” Jagger rumbled in Gabe’s ear. “She’s just like her daddy.”

Jagger gave Gabe’s ear a little nip. Gabe was about to lift a hand to smack Jagger when the wolf suddenly shifted on the road, tilting Gabe off balance and forcing him to grip that powerful thigh again.

“Oops,” Jagger had a shit eating grin on. “Sorry ‘bout that darlin’, why don’t you try that again.”

Gabe tried to lift his hand only for Jagger to pull the same maneuver, the jerk of the bike making it feel like the golden was sitting on an actual serpent ready to slither out from under him, only for it to shove its face into his loins and rumble. Only for Jagger to rev the engine twice and make Gabe gasp, the vibrations worming their way up into his womb, right where Jagger’s hand was resting.

“Sorry ‘bout that doll,” Jagger chuckled, revving his engine and slowly rubbing his hand in circles over Gabe’s womb. “I’m sure it won’t happen again. What was you gunna do?”

Gabe caught the hint, and he almost felt dumb for not catching it sooner. It was finally dawning on the golden how custom Reva actually was. She wasn’t just a ride and a source of freedom on the open road. She was an extension of Jagger’s filthy mind. He knew just how to make Reva rumble, to make her bare down on Gabe’s sensitive bits, to have her press right up against his most intimate of places, and unless he stopped, there was no way out. He was locked in this hellish position for god knows how long and he was going to tease him the entire time—

Jagger revved Reva again, that leather purring against Gabe’s pussy sweetly. Gabe’s eyes crossed as his entire loins tingled with the pleasure of a well versed, mechanical dyke. Reva was a woman of experience, knowing just where to apply pressure and when to motorboat, and by extension, so did Jagger. It was like him and Reva were some fucked up mechanical centaur and he was strapped to him ready to get railed whenever he decided to.

And he was deciding.

“Jagger, I—MMMM!!!!” Gabe gasped breathlessly, hard to catch his breath with how fast they were moving. Gabe had never felt so exposed out on the open road. Anyone could see them, drive by and see exactly what they were doing. He didn’t even know exactly where Jagger was taken him! All he knew is that every time he twisted that throttle…

Reva rumbled, her pipes shaking with her power as Gabe’s pussy tingled, his loins dripping in his panties. That’s when Gabe saw a few bikes coming their way, other motorcyclists enjoying the cool summer weather. Gabe had to bite his lip, trying to keep from moaning as Jagger blasted past them, flashing his two fingers on his handle as the others did the same.

“Now, now Reva,” Jagger did another little rev, their bike shooting forward on each spike and making Gabe stay flat against Jagger’s chest. “I think that’s enough foreplay. Stop teasing the poor girl.”

Jagger’s hand on Gabe’s belly started to sink lower, his claws bumping over the button of his jeans. Gabe went to move his hand to stop Jagger, but he just did that jerking maneuver that shocked his hand back into place.

“Just sit tight baby girl,” Jagger growled into the wind as his thumb popped Gabe’s jeans and slipped down further. “You’re in good hands.”

Jagger’s fingers wasted no time slipping between Gabe’s legs, the same fingers that held his life in his hands only moments ago now slipped over his slick. Jagger chuckled. Gabe couldn’t hear it, but he could feel it in the chest behind him.

“Good girl,” Jagger started circling Gabe’s clit, his calloused pads getting wet with his pussy’s slick. Tight circles, light pressure, all of it designed to tease him, to mock him like some mermaid lashed to a pirate’s ship. Gabe tried to pull away, but every angle was either Jagger, open road, or hot mettle. There was no escape and his head was all fuzzy as his pussy was toyed with, his clit teased, and his petals vibrated and twitched.

Jagger started to grind forward, his bulge shifting up his hip, that man rod getting hard. But it was a distraction. The shift was just enough to force Gabe’s pussy down on the bike and for him to make Reva rev. Gabe gasped, the sound lost, sucked from his lips by the wind as Jagger worked himself forward and back, grinding his hardening shaft against Gabe’s ass, working his pussy lips and clit before letting Reva take a sensual bite.

“Jagger…” Gabe’s thighs were quivering, his toe claws flexing in his sneakers.

“You aint’ seen shit yet, Uptown,” Jagger’s fingers shifted until he slipped one inside, teasing his hot, sopping folds as he flicked his clit with his thumb. Gabe thought this would stop his bike from working him over as hard, but he was wrong. Jagger gunned the bike, the engine popping off and making the entire beast rumble, and those rumbles were pushing right up against Jagger’s knuckle that was pressing into the seat and making that finger tingle and vibrate against Gabe’s spot. The golden yipped and gasped, panting, grinding down on that finger as he gave himself over to the pleasure. It was so intense, it was a dance, it was a seduction of power and control and Gabe felt himself break as that pleasure worked him over from all sides.

Gabe could feel Jagger juggling him like he was a virgin. Working his clit, then his spot, then revving Reva. Circle, slick, rumble and repeat over and over, sometimes shifting back and forth. All the while Jagger had a beaming smile poker face as he watched the road while the slut in his lap left his moans on the interstate behind them.

Gabe threw his head back, his tongue lulling out as he panted, his fur standing on end as waves of pleasure crashed into him over and over, harder and harder, sweeter, slicker, faster, deeper and more intense.

And then it all stopped.

Gabe blinked, his eyes coming back into focus as he felt themselves slowing down.

“Pit stop,” Jagger chuckled. Suddenly everything snapped into reality as Gabe realized they had pulled into a gas station. Jagger threw down his kick stand as he slipped his hands out of the Golden’s pants, his fingers soaked with the golden’s juices. The cocky wolf slung himself off his bike, licking his thumb as he grabbed the gas pump with a sly grin. “Why don’t you go inside and get yourself a snack. I already got mine.”

“You f-fucking asshole!” Gabe growled buttoning his pants back up and frantically looking around. Thankfully the gas station looked to be dead as he hopped off the bike only to nearly buckle. Not only were his legs soar from the ride, his thighs were shaking form the massive lady-blue-balls he was just given.

“Fuck, ain’t got your sea legs yet captain?” Jagger joked, but Gabe just walked it off, grumbling profanities under his breath as he made it into the gas station.

Gabe ignored the cashier as he made it to the bathroom. As soon as he was behind closed doors he pulled his pants down, his pussy puffy and pink with need, his lips swollen, his panties a fucking mess, a single snail trail connecting his pussy to the sopping garment. Gabe quickly cleaned himself up, and made sure his jeans were void of any drippings before pulling his panties back on. He shivered in a bad way, they were cold.

Good, a nice slap to the face to calm those fucking pussy lips.

Gabe went up to pay for the gas, the guy behind the counter sounding chipper despite the early morning.

“Anything else for ya?” He asked.

“No I think I’m…wait…” Gabe smiled. “I think I’ll take one of these too.”

Gabe left the gas station with a smile on his face and saw the big bad wolf on his bike. Jagger had his middle finger in his mouth, he slipped it out with a pop and a cocky grin as Gabe got close.

“Seat’s nice and warm for ya,” Jagger smirked.

“You filled her up, right?” Gabe asked.

“Got a quarter tank. Enough to get me up to the next gas station,” Jagger warned.

“Huh, how about we try a little something different today,” Gabe pulled his card out, slid it through the machine, and picked his fuel.

“Bitch, you can’t make me fill my bike up if I don’t want you to. Do you even know how?” Jagger cocked a brow.

“Not entirely sure big guy,” Jagger turned around with the pump ready. “I don’t usually pump my own gas. Do you stick it in and pull the leaver like this?”

Gabe pulled the pump, unleashing a spray of gasoline that splattered all over Jagger.

“What the FUCK you Skank—”

Gabe then pulled out the lighter he just bought from his pocket and lit it.

“I want to make it abundantly clear that if you try to pull that shit again, I will fucking end you,” Gabe warned, his eyes glaring as Jagger never took his eyes off the lighter. “I can call up your little gang and get them to tell me right where I need to go.”

“That wasn’t the deal—” Jagger started.

“Deals change,” Gabe threw his words at him. “But this one doesn’t need to.”

Gabe flicked the lighter off before tossing the gas nozzle to Jagger. He fumbled it a bit before clinging it to his chest.

“Are you fucking crazy!” Jagger snarled. “It could have sparked if I dropped it!”

“Fill the fucking tank,” Gabe leaned against the gas machine as he pulled out his phone and started scrolling, playing with the lighter by flicking it on and off. “Just be glad I like the smell of gas and not the reek of burnt fur.”

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Jagger got off his bike and started to fuel it up.

“Good boy,” Gabe murred, putting the lighter away. “Now why don’t we commit to a quick and quiet ride.”

Jagger finished fueling and using the paper towels to clean himself off and jabbed the nozzle back into the machine.

“You better hope this shit doesn’t stain,” Jagger growled.

“Now who’s the fucking princess. It’ll evaporate half way down the road, you fucking ready?” Gabe looked up from his phone and Jagger was seated. “My seat still warm?”

“Icey,” Jagger spat.

“Just the way I like it,” Gabe came over and swung his leg over and settled in. “Go, we have a schedule to keep.”

“Fucking buzz kill,” Jagger growled before gunning it out of the gas station.