Chapter One
Skid
Beer couldn’t soothe the throbbing ache in my cock as I watched her pert little mouth circle his shaft. Envy surged through me, wanting something I couldn’t have—someone who was completely off limits.
Fuck!
Why was I born with these urges? Why couldn’t I be a normal man?
The little cock-guzzling whore was swabbing his dick real good, and he seemed to be enjoying it, at least from what I could tell.
“Hey, Skid, wanna take me for a ride?” Tiffani asked sweetly, those innocent round eyes begging me for a little fun.
She was blocking my view, a perfect fucking view at that, sabotaged by her double D’s and fake ass. I wasn’t even sure how Tiffani ended up with the club in the first place. If anything, she belonged on the streets of Rodeo Drive, or on screen with the likes of Zac Efron and Tom Cruise.Damn, I really do have a thing for dark hair and light eyes...
It explained my little obsession—why my eyes were always gravitating to that side of the room, wishing for things that would never fucking happen. Warrant had eyes so blue they made you feel like you were peering into the ocean. That unkempt dark hair and matching beard were unruly and just begging to be tamed. He was my temptation, one that I’d managed to avoid over the years.
I felt my jeans unbutton, then the zipper slowly dragged down. On the table was a line of coke, and I quickly took a snort, psyching myself up for the sake of my reputation.
“You really shouldn’t do that stuff,” Tiffani chastised me, staring at me with those wide eyes again.
“Shut up and suck my fucking cock,” I demanded, annoyed the little bitch had the audacity to criticize my life choices.
“Oh god!” the tramp across the room screamed. “Yes, Warrant! Just like that!”
Fuck, he had her in my favorite position, bending her over the pool table as he slammed into her from behind.
I submerged my sinful thoughts in a bath of acid, doing whatever I could to not picture a different person bent over in front of him.
My ass puckered at the thought, wondering what it would be like to get served by Warrant’s rod of pain. The girls around the clubhouse bragged about the way he handled them in the bedroom—a true animal, they say. What I wouldn’t give to be his prey, even if for a single moment in the day.
Instant life breathed into my dick, and Tiffani grinned, thinking she had something to do with my miraculous hard-on piercing her throat.
Warrant met my gaze from across the room and winked. My heart soared with impure thoughts that would never come to be. Those magnetic blue eyes were fucking everything to me, and too many nights I went to bed stroking off to the image of those eyes looking up at me as they swabbed my cock and used it as a tongue depressor.
Big tits slammed against my face as Tiffani awkwardly attempted to climb on my lap.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, pushing her back.
“I need your cock, baby. Please. Fuck me.”
“You know the fucking rules. Wrap it or fuck off.”
Her smile widened, producing the foil package she needed to get a piece of me. I never fucked without a condom; it was the only barrier I had to keep me from feeling the insides of a woman. I’d been that way since I was a teen, losing my virginity to a girl in my class to cover up my other urges. She was a beard—a good one, as was every girl that came after her.
I felt the rubber slide down my cock, then Tiffani climbed back on top of me, smugly smiling as the bitch rode me like she was fucking about to win a shiny belt buckle in the rodeo.
Bitch wasn’t going to be winning anything from me. She was a placebo for him... the fucking only thing that ever got me hard anymore.
My obsession with our club’s secretary was anything but normal. But I couldn’t help thinking about how I wouldn’t mind him getting on his knees and showing me what he could do with that enormous smile of his.
Tiffani’s hands went to my shoulders, gripping me as I did nothing to help get her off. I literally was just sitting there like a lump of clay, letting her think she was in control. In reality, I couldn’t give two fucks that she was riding my dick, much like all the women that came before her.
That’s the problem with being a part of a motorcycle club. Gay men need not apply.
Though, it wasn’t until recently that I realized just what team I preferred.
My mind filtered back to that moment in the clubhouse. The straining of his cock against his jeans as he came up behind me and his big beefy hands grabbed my waist, gripping me tightly as I bent down to pick something up. For a split second, I thought all my dreams were about to come true.