Dutch looked at him. "You can't ever tell him. He will probably kill you. It doesn't matter to him if it was before or not. He will seriously kill you." Dutch said, shaking his head. "Seriously, don't." Dutch told him. He looked at Bobby. "You still have feelings for him?" He asked, not sure if Bobby knew that Dutch knew that they had been a thing. He didn't care, except maybe he'd been jealous. Johnny was a fox.
He groaned, and his hips arched up. His hand went into her hair, sliding his fingers through the silky strands. Johnny did his best to keep his groan from going any louder than he was. But she was really good at giving bjs. "Oh fuck, babe." He gasped under his breath.