contempt. I know she’s new around here, but she can’t be that new.
“Do you know who I am?”
Her gaze drops to my cut and the different patches before she looks me in the eyes again.
“I don’t care who you are. I told you, I didn’t come here to be anyone’s whore.”
She’s too cute. It’s strange because I like it, and I don’t do cute. I want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away in my room. After a good fuck, she’ll calm down. Maybe I’ll toy with her for a bit, see how far I can push her.
“Really? Dressed like that and hanging out with Lonnie and Super Head?”
Her body shakes with righteous indignation. She clenches her little fists at her sides, trying to hold in her anger.
“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed. Secondly, I may not like that Lonnie chooses to spread her legs for you and your stupid club, but she’s my sister. Third, I don’t even know Super Head or whatever you want to call her. She’s Lonnie’s friend.”
She’s a real spitfire. Her accent is even more pronounced when she’s angry, making her words sound more like Spanish and less like English. Adorable, and sexy as hell. I can just imagine what she looks like when she’s coming. Eyes closed…no, wide open, lips parted, chest heaving, and then finally screaming my name. I need to see it.
“So, why are you here?”
“I wanted to see what the big deal was. And just as I expected, I’m not impressed.”
“You know, you have quite a mouth on you. I’m sure I can find better uses for it.”
Like sucking my dick, for instance. She narrows her eyes at me, seething.
“Fuck you!”
I let her walk off this time. Damn, she’s the type you hate to see leave, but love to watch walk away. The way she swings her hips is just…hypnotic. I want to see her bent over before me while I smack that ass. Shit. Now I’m as hard as a brick. No worries. I’m sure I’ll be buried in that pussy tonight.
She heads back to her sister and gets what I assume is a good tongue-lashing. Lonnie’s been around for a while and knows the rules. Raven isn’t taking it sitting down, though; she seems to be giving as good as she’s getting. I grab a beer and watch as she walks away from her sister and leans on the fence, quietly fuming. I make my way back to E, who has a huge grin on his face.
“Looks like things didn’t go too well.”
“She’s definitely not like the other bitches here, brother.”
“Shit, if she shot you down, then none of these shitheads has a chance in hell.”
I chuckle as I watch man after man approach her, then walk away looking angry or offended. My guys don’t deal with rejection often. At least I know it’s not just me. It doesn’t bother me. I ain’t never met a bitch I couldn’t get. Shit, all I have to do is crook my finger and these bitches come running. Not Raven, though. And that makes me want her more.
“So, did you get the intel you were looking for?”
“Shit!” How the fuck did I let her walk away without finding out if she has an old man?
“I can’t believe you forgot the reason you went over there in the first place. You losing your touch?”
Losing my touch? Never. She’ll fall in line just like every other bitch. I watch with a smirk as another brother steps up to her. “Trust me, E; I’ll have her under me in no time.”
***Raven***
“Back off, asshole. I said I’m not interested.”
“Bitch! You can’t talk to me like that.”
“I just did.”
I turn away from grease-monkey minion number four and stare down at my nails in disinterest. I swear they all think they’re God’s gift to all females. Women like Lonnie make them feel like they’re kings and every woman belongs in their harem. Well, not me. No, sir. The biggest idiot of them all is the leader of the grease-monkey minions. Gage. What the hell kind of name is that, anyway? Stupid biker thinking I’d be impressed because he’s the stupid president of a
“Do you know who I am?”
Her gaze drops to my cut and the different patches before she looks me in the eyes again.
“I don’t care who you are. I told you, I didn’t come here to be anyone’s whore.”
She’s too cute. It’s strange because I like it, and I don’t do cute. I want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away in my room. After a good fuck, she’ll calm down. Maybe I’ll toy with her for a bit, see how far I can push her.
“Really? Dressed like that and hanging out with Lonnie and Super Head?”
Her body shakes with righteous indignation. She clenches her little fists at her sides, trying to hold in her anger.
“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed. Secondly, I may not like that Lonnie chooses to spread her legs for you and your stupid club, but she’s my sister. Third, I don’t even know Super Head or whatever you want to call her. She’s Lonnie’s friend.”
She’s a real spitfire. Her accent is even more pronounced when she’s angry, making her words sound more like Spanish and less like English. Adorable, and sexy as hell. I can just imagine what she looks like when she’s coming. Eyes closed…no, wide open, lips parted, chest heaving, and then finally screaming my name. I need to see it.
“So, why are you here?”
“I wanted to see what the big deal was. And just as I expected, I’m not impressed.”
“You know, you have quite a mouth on you. I’m sure I can find better uses for it.”
Like sucking my dick, for instance. She narrows her eyes at me, seething.
“Fuck you!”
I let her walk off this time. Damn, she’s the type you hate to see leave, but love to watch walk away. The way she swings her hips is just…hypnotic. I want to see her bent over before me while I smack that ass. Shit. Now I’m as hard as a brick. No worries. I’m sure I’ll be buried in that pussy tonight.
She heads back to her sister and gets what I assume is a good tongue-lashing. Lonnie’s been around for a while and knows the rules. Raven isn’t taking it sitting down, though; she seems to be giving as good as she’s getting. I grab a beer and watch as she walks away from her sister and leans on the fence, quietly fuming. I make my way back to E, who has a huge grin on his face.
“Looks like things didn’t go too well.”
“She’s definitely not like the other bitches here, brother.”
“Shit, if she shot you down, then none of these shitheads has a chance in hell.”
I chuckle as I watch man after man approach her, then walk away looking angry or offended. My guys don’t deal with rejection often. At least I know it’s not just me. It doesn’t bother me. I ain’t never met a bitch I couldn’t get. Shit, all I have to do is crook my finger and these bitches come running. Not Raven, though. And that makes me want her more.
“So, did you get the intel you were looking for?”
“Shit!” How the fuck did I let her walk away without finding out if she has an old man?
“I can’t believe you forgot the reason you went over there in the first place. You losing your touch?”
Losing my touch? Never. She’ll fall in line just like every other bitch. I watch with a smirk as another brother steps up to her. “Trust me, E; I’ll have her under me in no time.”
***Raven***
“Back off, asshole. I said I’m not interested.”
“Bitch! You can’t talk to me like that.”
“I just did.”
I turn away from grease-monkey minion number four and stare down at my nails in disinterest. I swear they all think they’re God’s gift to all females. Women like Lonnie make them feel like they’re kings and every woman belongs in their harem. Well, not me. No, sir. The biggest idiot of them all is the leader of the grease-monkey minions. Gage. What the hell kind of name is that, anyway? Stupid biker thinking I’d be impressed because he’s the stupid president of a
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