Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Her name is Acacia,” Bonnie throws back at him, a slight smirk on her face, “and I’m talking to her because I can. She isn’t a prisoner. Right, babe?”
He gives her a look.
She blows him a kiss.
“Face looks tender,” Colt murmurs, but I know he’s not saying it in a concerned way.
No, he’s making sure I’m reminded of exactly what they’re capable of.
I shrug. “I’ve had worse. Actually, come to think of it, that was almost embarrassing. I think it would have been a lot stronger on your part if ya’ll had actually cut my fingers off.”
“You were going to cut her fingers off!” Bonnie gasps, her eyes wide. “I swear to God, Western ...”
“Has she got all her fingers?” Western grinds out.
I hold my hands up and wiggle my fingers at Bonnie with a huge grin on my face. Oh yes, these bikers are fun to tease.
“Then we don’t need to discuss any fuckin’ further about what might have gone down. You know the rule, Bonnie. Club business ain’t yours.”
Bonnie purses her lips, but she doesn’t argue further.
Loyal.
“Where’s Myla?”
“Did someone say my name?”
A beautiful, sassy looking woman walks up to the group, two beers in her hands, a huge smile on her face. Her light brown hair is tied up atop her head, with little strands falling down to frame her face, making her gorgeous green eyes pop. Stopping in front of the group, she thrusts a beer at Colt who gives her a look so hungry, it’s easy to figure out she’s with him.
“Oh, I wanted you to meet my new friend Acacia,” Bonnie says, giving Western a look as she takes my arm and turns me toward Myla.
“Well, I’ve heard a lot about you. I hear you’re good at making trouble. I think we’ll get along just fine.”
Myla gives me a devilish smile and hands me a beer. I take it with a laugh. “Nice to meet a fellow troublemaker.”
“She doesn’t leave the club,” Western tells Bonnie, but his eyes are on me.
“I thought I wasn’t a prisoner,” I throw at him.
“Until you give us everything we need, you’re whatever I say you are.”
I don’t get the chance to answer, because I see Mex striding toward us, a beautiful woman by his side. Of course he has a beautiful woman with him, he probably has numerous. When he stops in front of me, I give her a once over. She’s beautiful, but she’s also incredibly cheap. Up close, it’s clear to see she is high as a kite. No doubt she is going for the rounds with some bikers tonight.
“Mex,” Bonnie says, stepping up beside him, “you better start being nice to my friend Acacia here. I don’t like what I’m seeing so far.”
Mex gives her a look. “Don’t take orders from you, sweetheart, even if you are my favorite.”
“Hey,” Myla huffs as Colt takes her around the waist and pulls her close.
Mex shoots her a grin.
God, he’s gorgeous.
I really wouldn’t mind another night with him.
I take the beer, drinking it down as quickly as I can.
“Tell me there is more of this?” I say, my voice husky as I look anywhere but at the biker whose eyes are penetrating deep into the side of my head.
Why is he making me nervous?
Nobody makes me nervous.
“Plenty more,” Bonnie says, hooking her arm through mine. “Let’s go.”
“Hey, wait up,” Myla calls, rushing after us when we turn to leave. “I’ve got one better.”
Holding her hand out, she presents three small pills. Brows going up, I nod, impressed. “Well, you girls are more fun than I would have guessed.”
Myla throws a pill into her mouth, swallowing it down with a beer. “Little tip, make sure you get fucked while you’re high. It’s the best feeling ever.”
Bonnie gasps, and then bursts out laughing as she takes a pill. “I’m up for the challenge.”
Myla turns her hand toward me. I take the pill and throw it down. “I’m always up for the challenge.”
I must say, it’s kind of nice to have a break.
To be away from my world for a little while.
To enjoy something else.
I might just stay a little longer yet.
10
“Looks like you’re havin’ way too much fun.”
The husky male voice sends shivers down my spine as a hard chest presses against my back. Stepping forward, my stomach hits the bar I’m waiting for a drink at, and I can feel his hard cock against my bottom. Mex’s voice is relaxed, full of sexual inuendo, and judging by the dick poking into me, he’s finally on the same page as me. I’ve been eye fucking him all night, licking my lips, leaning forward so he can see my cleavage, basically giving every signal under the sun that I want him to fuck me again.
“Seems like I’m about to have a lot more now,” I say, loving how it feels when he slides his hand around the front of me, stopping as his fingers splay out over the front of my pants. He uses his hand to push my bottom into his cock and his fingers graze over my pussy teasingly as he does.