FOUND: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel Read Online Free
Author: Scarlet Korin
lead me to the bar, where Jerome stood. Tiny cut us through the crowd and towards the show. With a huge swipe of his paw, he grabbed a bottle from a nearby table and presented me with the beer. He ran his hand up my side and asked, “Need a hand?”
“No! I can do it myself,” I shouted over the chaos before twisting the bottle cap off with my teeth. That's one of my party tricks.
“Damn sugar!” Shouted a woman's voice to my right. A busty blonde dressed from head to toe in red paraded through the crowd and stood next to us. She spoke with a strong Southern accent while fighting back her laughter, “I ain't seen you rejected like that in a long time Tiny!”
Tiny tried to shake off the embarrassment on his face. “You're always killing my game Blanche. Stop cutting in.”
A cigarette dangled from her painted fingernails and she put her hand out for mine. “Nice to meet you darling, I'm Blanche.”
“Cassie,” I replied thankful to meet another woman not being used as a sexy toy in this masculine environment.
And she was some woman. On her six inch heels she towered over most of the men in here with a confidence that also had most of them beat. I would have thought a big busty blond like that would be eaten alive by the kind of men in here, though nothing about this environment fazed her. She appeared as at home as anyone.
“What brings you here? This isn't a place for a Little Bo Peep like you to be walking alone in.” Her phrasing may have been patronizing, though the warmth in her voice certainly wasn't. I got the impression she genuinely cared.
“Business.” Out of nowhere the bald biker from earlier appeared and responded for me. “You seen the president? He's not out back.”
Not put off by his sharp manner, she placed an arm around him and pulled him in close. “Can't you have one night off, Anton? We're supposed to be celebrating the kid's special night. He got through alright.”
Yet her affection did nothing to change his steely expression. “Not when there's money to be made. Seen him or not, B?”
“Last I saw him he was heading out back, baby.” She kissed him on the cheek where his big scar was, though with the aviators he wore it was hard to tell what he thought of it.
“Come on, Tiny. We're finding him.”
“Sorry babe... Gotta go.” Tiny cut through the crowd with his vice president.
Blanche's gaze followed her man out of sight with affection. She clearly loved him. A blind man could have told you that. Though it was hard to believe they were a couple. Next to her clearly vivacious personality, Anton, more pit bull than man, was as hard as stone. I guess opposites do attract.
“Your man?” I asked to start conversation.
“Yeah. I'm his old lady. Couldn't you tell?”
“ Old lady ?” I asked quizzically. She certainly didn't look old. She couldn't be more than thirty and was probably younger.
“Sugar you are innocent, aren't you? I take it you're new to our life... That means I'm his woman and no man would dare to take a single piece of my pie. But not all girls have that. If you're in here without a man a girl's likely to be in for quite a night.”
Suddenly, shouts from around the live sexy show drew our notice.
“Cum, cum, cum!” The bikers encircling the girl sucking off the prospect chanted in unison.
“Milk that dick!” Screamed a particularly raucous one. “Drain them balls!”
Evidently the show was about to reach its climax. Literally in more ways that one. Of course, the guy was too bruised to give any indication of how much he enjoyed the slobbering. Still, it continued. Now with both hands on his thighs she worked her grip up and down in a daze while her mouth swallowed his tip. Within seconds the scene reached its crescendo and the bikers made sure to show their approval by smacking the young guy on his shoulder. For the first time since I clocked eyes on the scene the guy with his pants down began stirring. It was impossible to read pleasure
“No! I can do it myself,” I shouted over the chaos before twisting the bottle cap off with my teeth. That's one of my party tricks.
“Damn sugar!” Shouted a woman's voice to my right. A busty blonde dressed from head to toe in red paraded through the crowd and stood next to us. She spoke with a strong Southern accent while fighting back her laughter, “I ain't seen you rejected like that in a long time Tiny!”
Tiny tried to shake off the embarrassment on his face. “You're always killing my game Blanche. Stop cutting in.”
A cigarette dangled from her painted fingernails and she put her hand out for mine. “Nice to meet you darling, I'm Blanche.”
“Cassie,” I replied thankful to meet another woman not being used as a sexy toy in this masculine environment.
And she was some woman. On her six inch heels she towered over most of the men in here with a confidence that also had most of them beat. I would have thought a big busty blond like that would be eaten alive by the kind of men in here, though nothing about this environment fazed her. She appeared as at home as anyone.
“What brings you here? This isn't a place for a Little Bo Peep like you to be walking alone in.” Her phrasing may have been patronizing, though the warmth in her voice certainly wasn't. I got the impression she genuinely cared.
“Business.” Out of nowhere the bald biker from earlier appeared and responded for me. “You seen the president? He's not out back.”
Not put off by his sharp manner, she placed an arm around him and pulled him in close. “Can't you have one night off, Anton? We're supposed to be celebrating the kid's special night. He got through alright.”
Yet her affection did nothing to change his steely expression. “Not when there's money to be made. Seen him or not, B?”
“Last I saw him he was heading out back, baby.” She kissed him on the cheek where his big scar was, though with the aviators he wore it was hard to tell what he thought of it.
“Come on, Tiny. We're finding him.”
“Sorry babe... Gotta go.” Tiny cut through the crowd with his vice president.
Blanche's gaze followed her man out of sight with affection. She clearly loved him. A blind man could have told you that. Though it was hard to believe they were a couple. Next to her clearly vivacious personality, Anton, more pit bull than man, was as hard as stone. I guess opposites do attract.
“Your man?” I asked to start conversation.
“Yeah. I'm his old lady. Couldn't you tell?”
“ Old lady ?” I asked quizzically. She certainly didn't look old. She couldn't be more than thirty and was probably younger.
“Sugar you are innocent, aren't you? I take it you're new to our life... That means I'm his woman and no man would dare to take a single piece of my pie. But not all girls have that. If you're in here without a man a girl's likely to be in for quite a night.”
Suddenly, shouts from around the live sexy show drew our notice.
“Cum, cum, cum!” The bikers encircling the girl sucking off the prospect chanted in unison.
“Milk that dick!” Screamed a particularly raucous one. “Drain them balls!”
Evidently the show was about to reach its climax. Literally in more ways that one. Of course, the guy was too bruised to give any indication of how much he enjoyed the slobbering. Still, it continued. Now with both hands on his thighs she worked her grip up and down in a daze while her mouth swallowed his tip. Within seconds the scene reached its crescendo and the bikers made sure to show their approval by smacking the young guy on his shoulder. For the first time since I clocked eyes on the scene the guy with his pants down began stirring. It was impossible to read pleasure
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