War's P.O.V.
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Having Sabel on the back of my bike felt amazing. Her warm body pressed against my back, her thick thighs squeezing me, her hands shoved up my shirt. She really doesn't give a sh.it about distracting me at all.
I love it.
I could tell that Sab enjoyed the ride as much as I did. I ended up taking her on a long drive around town. A route I used to take often when I just wanted to clear my head. That was before I took over the club, when I actually had time for things.
Eventually, I stopped at a certain spot. A small trail off the side of a back road. Just big enough for my bike to fit through, heading to the most secluded place in Dayton. A place I was almost sure no one else in this town knew about.
A few yards from our destination, I
