"Pretty, I think about you more often than I should." "Well I think about you all the time. Wanna come in?" I didn't care how dangerous the lifestyle he lived was. And I don't care that mama warned me about the type of company my uncle kept when he was alive. It was all background music. Cause I think we both knew he'd end up here. We'd fight it as much as we could to show my uncle respect but this was inevitable. "Yes" he said. I stepped back letting the 6'5 biker in biting my lip with a smirk on my face knowing soon enough I'd be on my back with my silk cami nightgown bunched at my stomach as he pounded into me with his chain dangling in my face.