Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC by Kiki Leach

takin’ any of this shit into account. All ‘cause you wanna know the taste of some pretty brown titties on that bright pink tongue.” He paused just as River slowly inhaled and gulped it back. “If this bitch stays here, whose shower she gonna use, motherfucker, yours? Lem’me guess just what the fuck you plan on doin’ the second you see that wet brown skin of hers bein’ soaped up by her own goddamn hands. How are you gonna feel seein’ those fingers of hers slidin’ between those wet thighs and up inside herself? You gonna fuckin’ join in?”
    River ran a hand over his hair, then reached both hands out and grabbed Blue by the collar of his jacket. He shoved him back into his bike, only stopping to keep the wheels from tipping over.
    Blue stared up at him and grimaced as River’s hands tightened around him and he seethed with unrighteous anger.
    “It’s okay if you wanna finally know the taste of pussy from her kind, motherfucker,” said Blue in a sharp, but quiet voice as a smile reemerged on his face. “Know the feel of a slick brown cunt tightenin’ around your bright pink cock. We’ve all been there more than a few good times and the shit’s always been worth it to try at least once. Think of it like Skittles and just taste the motherfuckin’ rainbow, asshole. Just don’t get us fucked up and over ‘cause your dick can’t control wherever the fuck your mind thinks it should go instead.”
    River sneered, snarled and shoved him off.
    He stomped across the garage in what was bound to be a fit had he not caught the edge of a table and wrapped his hands around it, though his anger only forced him to damn near crack that goddamn wood in half.
    He was pissed as all get out because he knew that his longtime best friend was more than right about him, at least in part. Motherfucker knew damn near everything there was to know about him, knew exactly how he worked when it came to both bitches and the club, and this shit was no different than any other.
    His brain had in fact dropped straight down to the head of his cock the moment Mia got out of that goddamn car and slammed the door shut, revealing every fucking thing she had to offer and not just to him but to any man willing and fucking able to take a piece of each for himself. She stood in front of him like a dream, a real live motherfucking dream come true, and before she even opened her mouth to say one more goddamn word to him, he was ready to drag her back to his bed and mark her, claim her with his thick, pink rod so that no other motherfucker in or outside of the club could do the same to her first. He reveled in the thought of making that bitch his, owning her mind, body and soul. It was an instant attraction he had never felt for any other bitch before, one he knew he’d never feel for another again. But there was no way in hell he was admitting any of that shit out loud, not to himself and sure as fuck not to Blue.
    When he heard a pair of high pitched giggles coming out from the club, Blue fixed his jacket and smacked River on the arm. He pointed toward the parking lot and the minute he saw Mia for himself as she was dragged alongside a now fully dressed but still barefoot Courtney, he tipped his head forward and opened his eyes so wide they started wiggling inside his sockets. “Holy fuckin’ shit.” His mouth fell open and River turned in disgust as the son of a bitch actually began drooling from each corner of his mouth. "Mother of God. Is that hot piece of chocolate ass over there the same bitch from eight fuckin’ years ago?”
    River craned his neck and snarled when he noticed Mia talking to Courtney. “Christ. Yeah, that’s her.”
    “Jesus. Fuckin’. Christ. Maybe not even chocolate, but a soft fuckin’ caramel that melts inside your goddamn mouth the minute you get her on your tongue.... Jesus. Look motherfucker.” He slapped River on the back. “I take back every goddamn thing I just said to you about this bitch. ‘Cause