“No. Lucky for you, he doesn’t care about his family, so you have nothing to worry about. If anything, now you have bragging rights to the brothers. You are, after all, the very first one who’s touched me out of them.”
“Oh, God, I’m really fuckin’ dead now. I gotta go.” Standing suddenly, he straightens out his clothes, wiping the sweat off that’s suddenly on his brow with the back of his hand.
“But I thought you wanted to fuck? Or you wanted me to return the favor with my mouth?” Licking my lips, I smile devilishly, and I swear he whimpers.
Taking a step closer toward the door, he chuckles weakly. “God, you’re gorgeous, but I’m trying to stay alive. If I fuck you, then I’d be signing my death certificate. Ares, our VP would chop me into little pieces. We all know if he wouldn’t have claimed his Ol’ Lady, then the Prez would want his VP with his daughter. It’s like some unspoken rule in biker clubs. I have to go before the wrong person notices that I’m with you.” Shaking his head apologetically, he’s out the door in a flash. I don’t even have time to get any argument out.
In his wake, I hit the mattress as I fall backward, bouncing and then slamming my fists onto the bed, irritated.
Damn it.He’s so freaked out; I don’t think he’ll open his mouth about it.Ugh.What should I do? I don’t think there’s much I can do, besides put his name on my list and move onto another.
Surely there has to be one of them that will gloat about it and not be too scared. Hell, Scratch is a man; he’ll have to open his mouth to someone. Men always brag about their conquests.
If anything, one day I may have to head over to the clubhouse when I’m certain that my father’s not around. Ares knows what I look like, but most of them haven’t seen me since I was a little girl. I’d be able to scope out the brothers and see if Scratch brags when the guys say something about me because they will. I’ll make sure to wear something that easily gets their attention.
Sitting up, I pat my hair, smoothing the frazzled mess and collect myself for a moment. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I find my panties and tug them back on, and then stand to adjust my shorts. Inhaling a deep breath, I nod, satisfied with my orgasm and plan I’ve decided on. It’ll work; I have to stay persistent.
Oath Keepers members were crawling all over that little bar I went to. I’ll find another. Until then, my ass is going home to shower, sleep, and regroup some more. Scratch was a nice guy, but not my forever type. I want to get home to scrub the memories off as soon as possible.
Four days later…
Sitting at the smallround table in front of the crappy hotel window, I watch across the street as Saint and Sinner leave with yet another new woman from that shitty little bar we’ve been going to. I don’t know where these bitches come from; it seems like they multiply each night that we’re there.
I’m not complaining; having my cock sucked regularly has been pretty fucking nice. It’d be even better if I found someone worth fuckin’ though. The women available have been run through time and again. They serve their purpose when it comes to pleasing ya, but I’m not trying to stick my dick in one and have a bitch fall in love or some dumb shit.
The truth is, I’ve shown up every single night hoping to catch that sexy ass blonde chick I saw the first time my brothers, and I stopped in. We had come straight over after we handled some business for the MC. It was Saturday night, and she hasn’t been back since; even the bartender confirmed that she hadn’t seen her either.
I’m wondering if maybe ‘cause it was the weekend? Regardless, I can’t shake that mouth and those tits from my mind. I go to sleep thinking about them and wake up hard as fuck. I can only imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around me, hot and wet, her little cunt throbbing as I make her come.
She could be a college chick, maybe looking to play with some bad boys to get her kicks or some shit. Wouldn’t surprise me, it’s happened before. I have no problem whatsoever showing her just what a real fuckin’ bad boy is.
I’d fuck her twenty ways to Sunday. She’d be begging me to stop ‘cause she wouldn’t be able to stand up anymore. That’s what a real man would do with a piece of ass like hers.
Turned on again, I unclasp the button on my jeans and reach inside to start pumping my thick cock. Giving it an extra tight squeeze, I picture her tightness clasping down, grinding, while I made her scream.
Fuck!I groan, full of need. Pumping a few times, my thoughts switch to her tits bouncing while she rides me. My sac keeps tightening more and more, my balls ready to explode.
Pulling my eyes away from my throbbing length, a near silent gasp escapes my mouth as I watch a platinum blonde’s ass in a short black skirt. She sashays across the gravel parking lot; her arm looped through another chick’s, and the sight of her hips swinging has warm jets of my seed splashing onto my shirt.
The sun’s setting so I can just make out everything perfectly, and I’d bet fifty bucks it’s the bitch I was just dreaming of. Like a freshman excited for his first fuck, I jump from my chair. Pulling my jeans closed, I stuff my wallet in my back pocket.
Most of the guys are already over there, so I’ll join them until I’m able to make certain it’s her. Better get over there quick before someone else attempts to get in her pants like that fucking Prospect from last weekend. I wanted to beat his ass so badly after she disappeared but held myself back. My brothers seem to like this bar for some reason, so I’m trying to keep the peace.
Saint and Sinner have been in their room mere minutes when I head outside and can already hear the chick they had with them moaning loudly. Her long wails remind me of a cat in heat, maybe the rest of us will get lucky too, and they’ll gag the bitch. It’s not often they go off with someone alone. One would think they’d get tired of sharing all the time, I damn sure couldn’t handle that shit.
The highway’s never busy, so I amble on across and make my way through the pebbled gravel parking lot. Headed toward the entry, my gaze settles on a shiny group of bikes parked out front. My curiosity’s peaked because none of them belong to the Nomads or the other regulars that’ve been here all week.
They’ll be straight as long as they stay the fuck out of my way.
The music from the jukebox pours outside as I head through the entrance and spot my brothers. Tucked back in the corner, they all sit facing the majority of the room. One thing about these guys, even if they’ve been drinking all day, they’ll keep their guards up. The Nomads stay ready in case shit goes south. Never knew a group like that before and had come to appreciate them. It makes a hell of a difference knowing someone else has your six.
Scot nods hello as I make my way over to them. As I return it, Spider’s fist pops out in front of me so I can bump knuckles with him. “’Sup, Vike?”
“Spidey.”
Damn surecould use a drink; I sound like I just woke up.
“Brother.” Nightmare nods in acknowledgment as I sit near him at the high top.