Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection by Lexy Timms, Dale Mayer, Sierra Rose, Christine Bell, Bella Love-Wins, Cassie Alexandra, Lisa Ladew, C.J. Pinard, C.C. Cartwright, Kylie Walker Page B
Authors: Lexy Timms, Dale Mayer, Sierra Rose, Christine Bell, Bella Love-Wins, Cassie Alexandra, Lisa Ladew, C.J. Pinard, C.C. Cartwright, Kylie Walker
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take her in again and again.
"Like what you see?" She scoffed and lifted a beer bottle to her pretty red lips. "Most boys are subtle about eye-fucking someone. Do I need to teach you how it's done?"
"Most guys haven't waited four years to approach the girl who tears up their nights and promises things no girl could possibly come through on." I shrugged and plucked the beer from her hand. "Not even you, Lena."
She chuckled and turned, her smile reaching her eyes as she seemed to spot something she liked.
I glanced in the direction of her attention and took another step closer before handing her the beer back. "Whatcha see?"
"Zach's here with his supplies. I want ink." She took the beer and licked the rim before moaning softly.
The sound drove a spike into the center of me as my cock stirred, pulsing with hopeful anticipation of being ridden, long and hard.
I swallowed and forced myself to chill. I’d been with lots of girls, but nobody ever captured my heart like Selene. There was never a shortage of the pretty girls who had taken up so many of my nights over the last four years. Yet, I only fantasized about one. She invaded my thoughts and dreams all the time.
"I didn't realize that dude was an ink slinger,” I said. “He busted the curve in my chemistry class this year like a thousand times."
She laughed and reached for my hand, sliding her fingers against mine and tugging me with her. "Come with me. Let's get something to remember tonight by."
"I have enough ink on me. I'm saving my back for when I join an MC." I rubbed my thumb over hers, not able to help myself.
"Chicken shit." She glanced over her shoulder as we moved up to the front of the line, cutting ten people.
"Hey... you can't cut." A whiny female voice called out from beside us. Lena turned her head and leaned over in front of me.
"They're several cups of shut-the-fuck-up at the house. Make sure you get one before you say something you'll regret." Selene winked at the perky cheerleader and tugged her hand from mine.
I stifled a laugh and moved up to watch with anticipation as she ran her fingers around the edge of her top and pulled hard. She handed the shirt to me and I took it, my eyes racing across the creamy tops of her breasts and the tight skin of her stomach. She was still wearing a tight tank top and I couldn’t stop staring.
"What can I do for you, Selene?" Zach patted the seat beside him. "You want something original?"
"Yeah. A clover on my stomach."
She lifted up her tank top. Damn. She had the flattest stomach. It was sexy as hell. I couldn't remember another time in my life where my body was on fire for someone.
One night. Just one night, and then you go your separate ways.
“I can hold your shirt, Selene,” a guy next to me said. “Or you can make Lucky wear it.”
I chuckled. “Real men don’t wear pink. They eat it.”
Selene laughed.
She suddenly put her shirt down and extended her arm as Zach chuckled. “Nah, make it my wrist.”
"What else are you getting?" I crossed my arms over my thick chest. The gym had been good to me and now that it was summer, it was about to get a whole lot better.
"Nothing. I just want this one thing. What are you getting, chicken shit?"
I shook my head and smiled. "You're not goading me into getting a tat, you little tart. I'm not interested in getting one tonight."
"Pussy," she whispered up at me and licked her pretty mouth.
"What was the purpose of showing your tits to everyone if you wanted a tat on your wrist?" I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, not liking how much of her pretty flesh was on display for anyone who glanced her way, and a lot of motherfuckers were glancing.
"I wanted you to see them. And just for the record. I didn’t lift my shirt up that high." She shrugged. "I could take my bra off if you like? Show you the muted pink of my nipples? Let you see how hard they get when you come around?"
"Fuck my life." Zach sat back and took a deep breath. "You're
"Like what you see?" She scoffed and lifted a beer bottle to her pretty red lips. "Most boys are subtle about eye-fucking someone. Do I need to teach you how it's done?"
"Most guys haven't waited four years to approach the girl who tears up their nights and promises things no girl could possibly come through on." I shrugged and plucked the beer from her hand. "Not even you, Lena."
She chuckled and turned, her smile reaching her eyes as she seemed to spot something she liked.
I glanced in the direction of her attention and took another step closer before handing her the beer back. "Whatcha see?"
"Zach's here with his supplies. I want ink." She took the beer and licked the rim before moaning softly.
The sound drove a spike into the center of me as my cock stirred, pulsing with hopeful anticipation of being ridden, long and hard.
I swallowed and forced myself to chill. I’d been with lots of girls, but nobody ever captured my heart like Selene. There was never a shortage of the pretty girls who had taken up so many of my nights over the last four years. Yet, I only fantasized about one. She invaded my thoughts and dreams all the time.
"I didn't realize that dude was an ink slinger,” I said. “He busted the curve in my chemistry class this year like a thousand times."
She laughed and reached for my hand, sliding her fingers against mine and tugging me with her. "Come with me. Let's get something to remember tonight by."
"I have enough ink on me. I'm saving my back for when I join an MC." I rubbed my thumb over hers, not able to help myself.
"Chicken shit." She glanced over her shoulder as we moved up to the front of the line, cutting ten people.
"Hey... you can't cut." A whiny female voice called out from beside us. Lena turned her head and leaned over in front of me.
"They're several cups of shut-the-fuck-up at the house. Make sure you get one before you say something you'll regret." Selene winked at the perky cheerleader and tugged her hand from mine.
I stifled a laugh and moved up to watch with anticipation as she ran her fingers around the edge of her top and pulled hard. She handed the shirt to me and I took it, my eyes racing across the creamy tops of her breasts and the tight skin of her stomach. She was still wearing a tight tank top and I couldn’t stop staring.
"What can I do for you, Selene?" Zach patted the seat beside him. "You want something original?"
"Yeah. A clover on my stomach."
She lifted up her tank top. Damn. She had the flattest stomach. It was sexy as hell. I couldn't remember another time in my life where my body was on fire for someone.
One night. Just one night, and then you go your separate ways.
“I can hold your shirt, Selene,” a guy next to me said. “Or you can make Lucky wear it.”
I chuckled. “Real men don’t wear pink. They eat it.”
Selene laughed.
She suddenly put her shirt down and extended her arm as Zach chuckled. “Nah, make it my wrist.”
"What else are you getting?" I crossed my arms over my thick chest. The gym had been good to me and now that it was summer, it was about to get a whole lot better.
"Nothing. I just want this one thing. What are you getting, chicken shit?"
I shook my head and smiled. "You're not goading me into getting a tat, you little tart. I'm not interested in getting one tonight."
"Pussy," she whispered up at me and licked her pretty mouth.
"What was the purpose of showing your tits to everyone if you wanted a tat on your wrist?" I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, not liking how much of her pretty flesh was on display for anyone who glanced her way, and a lot of motherfuckers were glancing.
"I wanted you to see them. And just for the record. I didn’t lift my shirt up that high." She shrugged. "I could take my bra off if you like? Show you the muted pink of my nipples? Let you see how hard they get when you come around?"
"Fuck my life." Zach sat back and took a deep breath. "You're
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