Outlaws Property – Biker Reverse Harem Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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I barely recognize the girl looking back at me from the mirror when I’m done. I brush out my hair and actually leave it to dry loose around my shoulders in soft brown waves. Without my hair pulled back and slicked down, my glasses even look kinda cute.

I try on the first pair of jeans. They’re tight, but with a little wiggling they fit just fine. The only problem is that they hug me like a second skin and there are horizontal slits cut all the way down the fronts of my thighs. I turn around and look over my shoulder, blushing at how sexy they are. No one’s ever seen my butt that clearly.

Could I really be the kind of girl that wears these jeans? Maybe I need to find out before saying no too fast.

The first shirt is a pretty pink, but it’s cropped so high I’m afraid my boobs are going to fall out. Nope. I can only handle so much so fast. I end up settling on a black sweater that isn’t too short or too tight. It’s soft and fairly modest other than that the neck hole is huge and it keeps falling off my shoulder.

Seeing myself in the mirror gives me a little thrill. I don’t know if this is who I want to be, but maybe it’s one version of who I could’ve been if I’d gotten the chance to grow up normally instead of being kept under lock and key.

Nervous, I walk to the living room and clear my throat. They look up from their game. "How do I look?" I wet my lips nervously. Bonnie picked these out in the first place, but I still feel self-conscious. It's way more revealing than anything I've ever worn.

"You look amazing, Jess!" Anne yells eagerly. "Like Sandy!"

Bonnie chuckles. "Do kids still watch that movie?"

“Oh, definitely. At least girls with limited streaming options. Last summer was non-stop Greased Lightnin’.” Nervously, I twirl.

"Gorgeous. You’re going to have to watch out. If the sluts get a look at you they are going to think there’s fresh blood to compete with.”

“The what?” I ask in horror.

“The sluts. Club girls. Don’t know if you noticed, but there aren’t exactly a ton of women around here. Forget what you know about feminism when you go through the front gate. This is a boys club, and girls are only allowed if they have something to bring to the table. If you know what I mean.”

“That’s horrible! I thought you said they weren’t like that.”

She snorts. “I said they wouldn’t hurt you or Anne, and that’s the truth. I never said they weren’t a bunch of Neanderthals. Around here you’re really only going to find two types of women. Old ladies like me who have a man willing to put his name on the line for her, and the girls who are just here for a good time. Most just drift through for parties, but the ones the boys take a liking to and let stick around are called sluts. Not everyone makes the cut, so it’s a badge of honor around the clubhouse. You don’t have to like it, but they made their choice and they’re fucking proud of it.”

I look over to see Anne pretending not to listen, but her person on the TV is running aimlessly in circles, not aiming her gun anywhere. I give up. So long as she makes it out of this with all her fingers and toes I’ll be happy.

“Now what’dya want for lunch?” Bonnie asks, slapping her hands on her thighs and standing up. “Someone will be up to check on you soon enough I think. Might as well have food in your stomach for it.”

11

TEX

I rap my knuckles against the glass on Bonnie’s front door. Not sure what I’m going to find on the other side. I know Ghost texted earlier to make sure everything was under control, but shit, they’re not used to this kind of life. They might have locked themselves in her spare room for all I know. Bonnie has a good heart, but she’s not exactly the softest woman in the world.

“Come in!” Bonnie yells from the other side.

I turn the knob and step inside, ready for a lot of things, but not what I find. “Holy fuck.”

The girls are sitting in the kitchen together, and Bonnie has a small suitcase worth of makeup spread out on the table. She’s giving Jessica a makeover as Anne watches. In the background, Mick Jagger sings about Satisfaction.

Jessica turns my way and my world tilts and rearranges itself. Last night, scared with no makeup and dressed in shapeless clothes, she was cute, but it didn’t prepare me for seeing her like this. Her golden brown hair is out of the braid and hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her bare shoulder. Her skin looks so silky smooth I’m almost afraid to touch her.


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