The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(41)

“This is a Hammer bar.”

“I was a Hammer. My father was the whole damn thing.”

“He’s dead. Now I’m the whole damn thing,” Jason snapped.

“Let’s have a vote. I know you have your cronies, but some people remember what the club used to be. How great it was,” Hull said.

“It’s still great,” Jason said. “Greater than ever.”

“Then let’s take a vote. See how many people agree with you.”

“We don’t vote, this isn’t seventh grade. You know how we do it here.”

Rebecca put her hand on Jason’s chest and shoved him back. “Get out of her with that macho shit,” she said.

“No one is talking to you, bitch,” Jason said. Hull was up in an instance, right in Jason’s face.

“What did you say to her?”

“You heard me. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Let’s settle our shit first. Fight. Tomorrow at midnight, out at the old Harris plant.”

“Alright,” Hull said. “Winner gets the club?”

“Scout’s honor,” Jason said with a grin, holding three fingers up.

“You wouldn’t know honor if it f*cked you in the ass,” Hull said. “But I know the others heard everything, so they’ll hold you to it. See you tomorrow night.”

Rebecca wasn’t sure it was going to be that easy to get rid of Jason, but he just nodded and headed back to his table. It was true what Hull had said. While the two men were talking, the whole bar had been deathly quiet. There wasn’t a Hammer in the place who hadn’t heard about the fight tomorrow, and the stakes.

When they got back to Rebecca’s that night, she turned on the man who had so recently come back into her life. “Can you please grow up? A fight? Are you in sixth grade?”

Hull laughed. “He started it.”

“I can’t deal with you men,” Rebecca said. Hull stepped forward and took her hands. She tried to pull them away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled her closer.

“Come to bed,” he said. “Please?”

“I don’t want to, I’m not tired,” Rebecca snapped.

“Good, neither I am. I want to make love to you.”

Rebecca shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the small smile which spread across her mouth.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, and she turned and headed into her bathroom. She wasn’t sure if he was following her, but she still felt some annoyance from Hull’s pissing contest with Jason, so she swung the door shut behind her.

Within minutes she was in the shower, standing under the hot water, steam rising off of her body. She heard the bathroom door open as she was pulling a sudsy bath pouf across her breasts, and she couldn’t help but smirk. A moment later the shower curtain was pulled back, and Hull was there, standing nude in her bathroom, his eyes on her soapy body.

He was hard, his cock pulsing in the steamy air.

“I’m pretty dirty too,” he said with a sly grin.

“I think we’ll just get dirtier if you come in here,” the young woman said.

“Let’s find out,” Hull said, and he stepped into the shower. He was behind her, and she went to turn around, but he stopped her. He pressed his body against hers from behind, his hard cock shoving against her ass cheeks. His arms went around her, one hand squeezing one of her breasts, the other hand taking her shower pouf from her and using it to wash her flat stomach.

“Don’t get me clean before you make me dirty,” Rebecca said, and Hull laughed and dropped the pouf to the floor of the shower. The young woman ground her hips behind her, pressing against his throbbing cock. Then she turned around, keeping herself in his arms, and they kissed, the hot water flowing down their entwined bodies.

They kissed until Hull couldn’t take it any longer, and he turned her back around and guided her into a bent position. Rebecca used her hands to brace herself on the silver faucet in the shower wall, and Hull used two fingers to spread her * lips, wet from the shower and her own juices.

He slid into her slowly, easily, his hands exploring her back, her ass as his hips went forward, his cock sliding further into her. Rebecca gasped as he pushed as deeply as he could go. As he rocked back and forth, building to a quicker pace, the young biker chick used one hand to reach between her legs, her fingers taking turns to rub her own clit, and then reach back further and stroke his cock as he pulled out of her.

He had said he wanted to make love to her earlier, but in the shower, it was just f*cking. The hot water was almost oppressive, hitting on her lower back, running down her body, some of it heading towards her head, soaking her hair, running into her face.

Hull f*cked her hard, His fingers gripping painfully into her hips. She continued rubbing herself, rocking back and forth with his thrusts, the rhythmic slapping of their wet skin against each other guiding how quickly she moved her own fingers.

Soon Rebecca was coming, and her wet * was flooded, and her juices ran down her inner legs to mix with the water at her feet. She groaned and moaned as her * contracted around his cock, and he pulled a hand back and brought it down roughly on her ass, spanking her with a wet slap.

Her head was feeling light, bent down the way she was, and she was growing dizzy, so Rebecca was glad when Hull slid out of her, and began to position her differently. She let the man guide her to how he wanted her, and she ended up kneeling in front of him, the hot water slapping against the back of her head as she parted her lips to his massive cock and took him into her mouth.