the back of my neck. “You alright baby?” His rough voice rumbles through me. Nodding into him I smile. Wrapped around him I'm perfect. The need to taste his skin has me biting my lip hard. The urge to great to ignore. I let the buzz travel through my veins. I let it take me over. Liquid courage. Running my tongue up his neck I can feel his pulse quicken under my tongue. A shudder wracks his body. I let myself taste his skin. He tastes just like he smells. It's a heady combination. I'm soaking wet and needy for him. Licking up to his ear I bite down a little. My mind completely gone. The only thing I can focus on his Tank. “Fuck me,” I whisper is his ear. His whole body goes rigid under me. His hand tightens on the back of my neck. For a moment he doesn't say anything. Sitting completely still he doesn't move a muscle. His chest rising and falling rapidly is the only movement I can feel. With a quick curt shake of his head he breaths, “can't” One word. He can't. My heart falls straight to my feet. A big slap to any confidence I had. What the fuck? He can't or doesn't want to? I get it. I'm an idiot. Swallowing down the embarrassed lump I hold my head high. He doesn't want me someone else will. Fuck him.
Pushing away from him I can see the plethora of emotions all over his face. His chest still rising and fallowing with his shallow breaths. Fists bunched at his sides. I can see the strain in his muscles. Turning around to leave his big rough hand catches my arm stopping me dead in my tracks. I can't believe I just threw myself at him and he just shot me down. That shit doesn't happen to me. “I fuckin' get it,” I grate out at him. Embarrassed and angry. Snatching my arm away from him I stare down at him completely crushed. Standing up he looms over me. The height differences dwarfs me, making me feel even smaller then I already do. “You do, do you?” he growls. Did I read him wrong the entire time? Fucking bikers and their fucked up emotions. “Do you get me Lil? You understand me n' the shit I'm thinkin'?” he says taunting me. Making me feel like a complete fool with each word. “Ya think ya got me all figured out sugar?” His eyes are heated, fire burning in them. Fucking ass hole. Standing stock still he stares. His posture unforgiving. Big broad shoulder tense and angry. That fight in me burns deep. Not one to take shit lying down I fight back. “Fuck you,” I scoff. The need to punch him consumes me suddenly. “You don't want me, fine. There are plenty of guys here who'd fuck me in a heartbeat,” I say waving my hand around the club. “They'd kill to get in my pants. You think you've got me figured out sugar,” I drawl the word sugar out menacingly quiet. Pointing right at myself for emphasis. “I want somethin' I get it. If it ain't you, it'll be someone else.” I let my last words slap him in the face. The biker brat in me swimming at the surface. I knew she was in there somewhere. I let the bitch in me go. Tank just stares down at me breathing heavily. Eyes wild and crazy. He wants to be a dick, well I show him how much of a fucking bitch I can be and I'll win.
Spotting a few guys from another charter at the bar I find my target. He's been causing nothing but trouble since he got into town. Plus he looks like he can take a good punch to the face. My eyes set on the slimy guy sitting on a bar stool. I've no intention of fallowing through with any of my threats, but I've got a fucking point to prove. Adding an extra sway to my step I sashay my ass over to him. The guy's eyes swing in my direction as I walk his way. Stuffing the need to gag I lick my lips at him. He's pretty icky looking, but he'll prove my point perfectly. “Aye, angel,” he croons with a drunk slur. Walking right into his open legs he wraps a hand around my waist. Other hand cupping a tit. Gross. “You'd fuck me wouldn't you?” I ask him sweetly with a little pout added for
Pushing away from him I can see the plethora of emotions all over his face. His chest still rising and fallowing with his shallow breaths. Fists bunched at his sides. I can see the strain in his muscles. Turning around to leave his big rough hand catches my arm stopping me dead in my tracks. I can't believe I just threw myself at him and he just shot me down. That shit doesn't happen to me. “I fuckin' get it,” I grate out at him. Embarrassed and angry. Snatching my arm away from him I stare down at him completely crushed. Standing up he looms over me. The height differences dwarfs me, making me feel even smaller then I already do. “You do, do you?” he growls. Did I read him wrong the entire time? Fucking bikers and their fucked up emotions. “Do you get me Lil? You understand me n' the shit I'm thinkin'?” he says taunting me. Making me feel like a complete fool with each word. “Ya think ya got me all figured out sugar?” His eyes are heated, fire burning in them. Fucking ass hole. Standing stock still he stares. His posture unforgiving. Big broad shoulder tense and angry. That fight in me burns deep. Not one to take shit lying down I fight back. “Fuck you,” I scoff. The need to punch him consumes me suddenly. “You don't want me, fine. There are plenty of guys here who'd fuck me in a heartbeat,” I say waving my hand around the club. “They'd kill to get in my pants. You think you've got me figured out sugar,” I drawl the word sugar out menacingly quiet. Pointing right at myself for emphasis. “I want somethin' I get it. If it ain't you, it'll be someone else.” I let my last words slap him in the face. The biker brat in me swimming at the surface. I knew she was in there somewhere. I let the bitch in me go. Tank just stares down at me breathing heavily. Eyes wild and crazy. He wants to be a dick, well I show him how much of a fucking bitch I can be and I'll win.
Spotting a few guys from another charter at the bar I find my target. He's been causing nothing but trouble since he got into town. Plus he looks like he can take a good punch to the face. My eyes set on the slimy guy sitting on a bar stool. I've no intention of fallowing through with any of my threats, but I've got a fucking point to prove. Adding an extra sway to my step I sashay my ass over to him. The guy's eyes swing in my direction as I walk his way. Stuffing the need to gag I lick my lips at him. He's pretty icky looking, but he'll prove my point perfectly. “Aye, angel,” he croons with a drunk slur. Walking right into his open legs he wraps a hand around my waist. Other hand cupping a tit. Gross. “You'd fuck me wouldn't you?” I ask him sweetly with a little pout added for
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