Taken: Rough Devils MC Book 1 (BWWM Motorcycle Club Romance) by Sasha Devine Page A

tattoos running down his body.
     
    He
beckoned to me and began to give me the tour. Rust seemed to have a room for
everything in this mansion.
     
    There
were three floors, each for different things. The first floor held the Fuck
Room and several walk in closets along that huge hallway and in the living room.
Apparently the gang went out to clubs often; they seemed to have outfits for
any situation. The living room had a huge flat-screen TV and another couple
closets. Nothing too exciting there.
     
    The
kitchen was on the far end of the house near the sliding glass door to the
backyard. The backyard had a huge pool that the gang would use for parties.
Apparently it was the only pool for miles. According to Max they didn’t party
much, but when they did it was crazy.
     
    Next,
he led me up to the second floor. This floor had only a few rooms. The first
room was the workout center. It had every kind of workout equipment I could
think of. No wonder these guys looked so fit. They must use this stuff every
day.
     
    The
next room was the game room. It had another huge TV with game systems and a
huge Blu Ray cabinet. Max told me that when they
liked to watch a lot of TV, including porn. I didn’t look but I imagined they
had a whole other collection of pornos on their own cabinet. I giggled and
followed Max to the last room.
     
    This
was the library. I was kind of surprised because Rust didn’t seem like the kind
of guy who was really into reading. It was also the biggest room I’d seen yet.
Books from every category I could think of lined the
shelves. His library was at least the size of the local public library. I
wondered why it was so big. I guess the gang liked to read?
     
    I
followed Max out of this huge room and up one more flight of steps.
     
    “This
floor is the bedrooms. There are fifteen bedrooms here. Not everyone lives here
though so there’s usually always room.”
     
    “Which
one is mine?”
     
    Max
pointed to a door at the very end of the hallway.
     
    “That’s
yours. You sleep next to Rust’s room.”
     
    “Do
you live here, too?” I asked, curious.
     
    He
nodded.
     
    “Yeah, me and five or so other guys live here permanently.
The gang only has about eighteen members, so if we wanted to we could all fit
up here.”
     
    He
led me to my room where I found all my stuff already on the bed.
     
    “You
can come down whenever you want and Rust will be ready. Good luck here,
Shonda.”
     
    I
was way too tired to unpack. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about my new life
and Rust. I must have been asleep several hours because it was already dark
when I woke up. I stepped out of my room and went downstairs to the kitchen to
make myself some dinner.
     
    I
found Rust already in the dining room at the table, sipping some wine and
reading a business magazine.
     
    “Hey,
honey. Come sit down and eat something. I was just about to call you down
anyway. I think it’s time we get to work soon. When you’re finished eating,
we’ll go to the Fuck Room.”
     
    I
grinned and sat down as Max came out of the kitchen and gave me a plate of
sandwiches and some iced tea. I ate in silence, my heart pounding faster and
faster as I realized that within the hour I’d finally lose my virginity.
     
    “All
ready?” he asked when I’d finished.
     
    I
nodded.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Good.
Let’s go.”
     
    I
followed him out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the Fuck Room, getting
more nervous by the minute.
     
    “Wait
on the bed, and I’ll get the equipment,” he instructed when we were inside,
pointing to that gigantic bed. I sat down obediently and waited for him to get
everything, grinning in anticipation. This was going to be one evening I would
never forget.
     
    A
few minutes later he came out with only a couple things.
     
    “We’re
going to start you with the basic stuff and then work our way up later,” he
explained, setting down the stuff on the bed. He’d brought out a pair