Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I come!” Molly says a little too loudly.
“Truth.” Xena nods her head for emphasis as she slaps her empty shot glass down on the table. “I’m honestly surprised Lynch has let you two stay in the same room together back at the house.”
“Two people can share a bed without fucking each other,” Molly assures her.
“I wouldn’t know,” Xena says with a wink. “What do you think of the new girls?”
Grateful for the change of subject, I search the room for the girls that showed up with Minx earlier. I’ve tried not to be mad at the fairy-like woman, but she’s the one who also brought Cherry to the clubhouse. I can’t help but feel a little resentment toward her these days.
“There,” Molly says pointing toward the bar.
The same girl who walked up to Lynch earlier before settling on sucking TJ’s cock is on her knees between Ronan’s legs. I thought he’d be gone, either kicked out or dead, after what happened last week. Lynch didn’t kill him; he patched him in. I don’t know what the requirements are to join a biker gang, but I always thought it was more complicated than getting your dick sucked.
“Wasn’t she just sucking TJ’s dick?” I ask as we all stand and watch the girl’s head bob up and down.
“She must be chewing on him,” Xena observes. “Look at his eyes. That’s not the face of a man being pleased. Fucking amateurs.”
We laugh as we watch Xena cross the room toward the bar and yank the girl off Ronan’s dick by a handful of hair. My eyes widen, thinking the poor girl is going to be dragged out of here, but instead Xena hits her knees and takes Ronan’s cock in her mouth, effectively teaching the girl how it’s done.
“Did she mentor you as well?”
I turn around at the question to find a handsome guy staring back at me. Caramel colored eyes rake over my body for a long moment until he looks back up, a crooked smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Shoo,” Molly says, waving her hands as if she’s trying to get a raccoon to stop digging in the trash. “Go on.”
The guy smiles, sauntering away even though he doesn’t go very far.
My smile grows when he settles in a spot across the room.
“Another shot,” Molly insists as she gets my attention by shoving a shot glass full of green liquid in my hand.
“These burn. Why can’t we drink some of those Blue Motherfuckers? They were sweet and perfect.”
“Just drink.” Molly taps the bottom of my shot glass.
“This shit is burning a hole in my stomach,” I complain, but toss the shot back anyway.
“The new prospect didn’t get sweet and sour when he went to the store,” she explains once our faces return to normal after the awful liquor burns down our throats.
“So our only other option is kerosene?”
“You’re bitchy today,” Molly snaps. My head jerks back, shocked at her sudden change in attitude. “Sorry. I’m moody today myself, apparently.”
“I’m horny,” I say leaning forward and whispering in her ear conspiratorially.
“Good to know,” she says with a chuckle. “You can sleep on the couch tonight, so I don’t have to worry about your wandering hands.”
I wiggle my fingers and chuckle as I get closer and pretend to grab at her.
“Stop,” she laughs swatting at me. “At this point, I might just take you up on the offer.”
We settle down a little, but my mind keeps going back to Lynch. It’s always on the bastard.
“I may be elsewhere tonight.” My eyes find the handsome guy from earlier, knowing that Lynch is glaring at me from the other side of the room.
“That’s not the way to handle this,” Molly assures me as the guy stands and walks closer.
Before he can reach me, a broad chest blocks my line of sight. A wall of muscles wearing a leather cut isn’t unusual, but it’s the PRESIDENT patch right at eye-level that makes my plans seem less than ideal.
I take a step back so I can see into his eyes without breaking my neck.
“Hey, baby.” I bite my lip, knowing he finds it sexy as fuck. “Need a whore for the night? I hear I taste as sweet as sugar.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I hear Briar mutter from somewhere on the other side of the wall.
“I’d like to try a sample,” the guy that was approaching before we were interrupted says as he steps around Lynch’s back.
Without breaking eye contact with me, Lynch lifts his arm and punches the poor bastard right in the nose. The guy, now not so handsome with blood spilling from his face, crumples to the floor.
“Told you not to flirt with him,” Molly chastises.
Two guys swoop in to carry the victim out of the clubhouse. No doubt he’ll be banned for life. I sure hope he didn’t have life-long goals to be a part of the MC.