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him and did the same thing, picking up where Tonto had left off. He was more violent with his moves, shoving her down into his mercy. Both of his arms wrapped around her and yanked her against him. When the hardness of his chest made contact with her tits, her nipples became hard peaks, sending sparks straight to her clit, and waking up her nonexistent libido.
    Sandman almost blew in his pants the moment her little tongue darted against his. Unlike the sluts who fell at his feet, Rose was like taunting a virgin into submission, except she held just enough experience there was no doubt she’d be a good fuck and suck. Just from her kiss he knew her little lips would suck him like a pro if the number she was doing on his tongue was any indication. The harder he went at her, the more she responded. Not a spot in his mouth her tongue hadn't investigated and when their tongues dueled, the little minx sucked on his, making his cock twitch for the same attention. Before he could get his hand up enough to rip her shirt off, she pulled away.
    What the fuck was she thinking ? She just went to second base with both of them. Instead of feeling ashamed like a normal person would and given she had seen the rats whoring on every guy that walked in tonight, she felt excited. Was she just like her mom? Could that shit be hereditary? No. Rose kissed them both because she wanted to—because they were the subject of every damn fantasy she'd had since she started working at the diner. And most of all, because she wanted them both. She had no un-realistic fairy tale hopes of a happily ever after, but accepted what it was. Before things could escalate out of hand and she lost her job over it, she had to get out. Hopefully she hadn’t just ruined it all. Up until now, they had shown her a small amount of respect, knowing she wasn’t there for a fuck toy but as a serious employee. There was no way she could lose this after the tips she had made tonight. Twelve hundred dollars in one damn night. That was well over two weeks pay at the diner or more.
    “I need to get home. I’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours. Thanks for the job. It’s the best opportunity I’ve ever had.” She carried herself confidently, too exhausted to fold to embarrassment or shame.
    “Sandman, have a Prospect take her home,” Tonto commanded. He was surprised at her reaction, but even more so at how she walked away nonchalantly. The girl was a delightful challenge to figure out.
    Much to her surprise, Sandman just nodded. For such an alpha male, he answered to Tonto with respect. She had heard the clubs worked like a monarchy but hadn’t understood how a bunch of egos could work and follow instructions by other even bigger egos.
    “Oh, thanks but I don’t live far from here. Really. I need my car. There are things I have to do tomorrow.”
    “Have someone follow in her car. You aren’t driving tonight.” Tonto raised an eyebrow when she opened her mouth to protest again.
    “I—”
    “Will see you tomorrow.” He finished for her and stood to usher her through the door. She nodded, too tired to argue. Hell, not only had she worked herself to near death, add in the fight and hardcore orgasmic kisses that only happen under the safety locks of her imagination, there wasn’t much steam left for her to walk much less risk pissing him off. She had to remind herself they were still a hardcore gang. Sandman didn’t say a word as he led her out the door and downstairs where some of the club members hung at the bar. He whistled and three men came scurrying over.
    “Prospect Joe, I want you to drive Rose home. Prospect Brent, follow in her car. She is under your protection.”
    “Yes, sir,” they both said and turned to her. “Are you ready?” the one Sandman called Joe asked.
    “Yeah, thank you.” She followed them out the door to the cars, half-weirded out to get in with a total stranger but too damn tired to care.
    “What’s your address?” Rose rattled