“Oh, do enlighten me, Sun Tzu.”

“If they’re our allies, they can’t be our enemies. That destroys them as effectively as bullets,” said Will.

“Ooh, that’s good—did you come up with that?”

Will smirked and shook his head. “Copyright Abraham Lincoln.”

“Fucking nerd.” Jase fell silent a moment as they walked up to the bar. “Ah! Counterpoint: allies can betray you.”

“Only allies can betray you,” said Ghost as he pushed in between them, leaned over the bar until one of his feet was off the floor, and pulled back up with three bottles of beer. He opened them roughly on the side of the bar with his hand and offered one to Will and Jase each.

“Now that’s good,” said Jase as he clinked his beer bottle against Ghost’s.

“Copyright Ghost McBride into eternity,” said Ghost.

Will rolled his eyes and took a few hearty swigs of beer. As Jase and Ghost changed the subject, he set his half-finished beer on the bar and took a quick visit to the restroom. When he came back out, he found an empty den with sounds of laughter coming from the open door leading out to the rear yard of the clubhouse.

“Hey there, baby.” The feminine voice came from behind him, heavy with insinuation. Will felt small hands caress around his waist, one running under his cut to rub his muscular chest, the other wandering south, diving into the waistband of his jeans without hesitation. “Running off so soon? I waited for you.”

Will moaned as she pressed her ample tits against his back. His cock began to harden at the approach of her soft fingers. “Did you now?”

She made a soft moaning sound in return. Will pulled her hand out of his jeans so he could turn around to face her. One of the house mouses, Tracy, stood before him with a seductive grin. With her blonde hair pulled up in a messy pile on top of her head, there was nothing obstructing his view of her thin, tanned frame, or the enhanced cleavage staring at him from her very low-cut black top. She leaned in and kissed him, sucking his lip into her mouth gently. Her hand rubbed his cock boldly outside his jeans, hardening him to steel in just a few seconds.

“C’mon, I need it,” she murmured into his mouth. Will kissed her back with heated lips and pushed her against the wall, grinding up against her as she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped one leg around his waist. He rubbed his hands up and down her bare, toned thighs, almost fully exposed by the insanely short shorts she wore.

“Tell me again,” he said, his voice heavy with lust. He leaned down and kissed her forcefully, running a firm hand to grope her breasts over her shirt. Tracy whimpered, leaning her head back against the wall.

“I need it….” She begged, digging her nails into his neck.

Will lifted the petite blonde off her feet, holding her against him as he pushed them both into the closest bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him without moving his mouth from where it was planted on Tracy’s neck, sucking and biting as she writhed against him. He threw her across the bed.

“Get your pants off,” he growled as he fumbled at his own belt buckle. Will soaked in the sight of her disrobing, and moaned when she stuck her fingers down her black silk panties and ran them over her clit, waiting for him.

Will stripped off his clothes and leaned over her to take one of her taut nipples into his mouth. He twirled his tongue over it until Tracy squealed beneath him, his hand firmly kneading the other. He moaned as he sucked on her tit, grinding his hard cock against the wet silk of her panties.

Tracy whimpered when Will released her breast from his mouth and moved up the bed to kneel next to her face. “Suck me,” he said, moving his cock to her lips and putting one of his hands in her blonde hair.

The sexy club mouse didn’t hesitate to pull his cock into her mouth and start sucking generously, moaning as she rubbed her tongue in swirling motions around his sensitive head. Will kept one hand in her hair as he bucked his hips toward her mouth, fucking her face. His other trailed down her naked body and into her panties. When he felt how wet she was, he moaned and gripped her hair tighter. Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. Tracy cried out around his cock while he finger-fucked her with slow, deep strokes.

He didn’t let his cock leave her mouth until he felt himself getting dangerously close to orgasm, but he wasn’t done with her yet. After one last push deep into her throat, Will pulled all the way out, leaving a trail of her saliva along her face and lips with the head of his cock. Tracy gasped for breath and snaked her tongue out to keep licking him as she squirmed under the pressure from his fingers.

Will pulled his soaked fingers out from inside her and stood up to get a condom from the nightstand, then slid on top of Tracy and kissed her hungrily.

He pushed her legs apart and settled between them before he ran a firm palm over her hot pussy, rubbing rhythmically. Tracy moaned into his mouth, gasping at his touch, her hips lifting up to meet his hand. With a casual swipe, Will pushed her panties aside with his fingers and smiled as the wet warmth of her excitement washed over his hand again. Guiding his hard cock to her entrance, he slipped inside of her, and in a single stroke, thrust its entirety deep into her. Tracy screamed in pleasure, her fingernails biting into his neck and shoulders as he fucked her.

“Fuck, fuck…” she moaned with every thrust of the Black Dog member that pushed ever deeper inside of her. Will lost himself in the feel of his cock wrapped in her wet heat, in the feel of her soft silk panties against him as he fucked her, at the sight of her writhing underneath him, grasping at her own huge tits. He watched them move with his thrusts and heard Tracy cry out when he bent to take a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around its sensitive nub.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” she whined.

Will felt her pussy contracting around him with delicious pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her, grasping her hair tight in his hand for leverage, and fucked her as hard as he could. Tracy’s rhythmic moans became one long scream as she came around Will’s cock, milking him to his own orgasm. He buried himself deep inside her as he came, her face pressed hard against his shoulder, biting into him.

Will was lost in post-orgasmic haze for a few moments. He could feel Tracy planting gentler, sweeter kisses on his neck as his cock softened, still inside her. Once the bliss had passed, he pulled himself out of her and stood up, heading for the bathroom. He threw out the condom and gave himself a quick cleaning before he buttoned up his jeans and came back into the room. Tracy lay as he had left her, stretched out on the bed half-naked, her tits hanging out of her shirt. She gave him a lazy, satisfied smile.

“Change these sheets, will you?” said Will as he stood over her. He didn’t wait for an answer.

Ghost was back in the den, gathering up a handful of beers for the crowd outside. He looked down the hall when Will emerged and gave him a big, shit-eating grin. “Heard that!”

“Fuck you!” Will flipped him the bird and didn’t stop walking.

“You don’t deserve it twice in one day!” Ghost’s voice trailed him down the hall. Will only laughed and shut the clubhouse door behind him.

He headed to his bike and got her revved up before he looked at his watch again. Close enough to dinner time that he might as well head out to the bakery. It’s not like his grandmother would mind the early company, anyway. If he was lucky, he might be able to sneak a piece of cake or some incredible pastry before dinner when she wasn’t looking. His stomach rumbled at the thought.

Will maneuvered through LeBeau, the streets buzzing with Friday night life, until he hit the highway and lay on the throttle. The wind in his face felt freeing, relaxing. He chased the sunlight around the curvy mountain pass until he hit the first exit for Howlett, and then pulled his bike off the highway and into town. He could make this trip to his grandmother’s bakery with his eyes closed, he’d been doing it for so long. It had been almost seven years since his grandfather died, and since then, he had helped his grandmother open her bakery in Howlett to keep her happy and healthy without her husband around. And every Friday night, he made the trip from LeBeau to sit at her table and eat her delicious homemade food, and talk to her about books and old films while she played a Sarah Vaughan or Robert Johnson album on the record player.