Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I nod and smile.
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. Lighten up, girl! I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and it finally seems like my dreams are coming true. At least, I hope they come true,” I add.
Rae merely smiles, her eyes still concerned.
“But still. Call if you want to talk about anything.”
“I will,” I reply, and then our conversation moves onto Apple Tots, our jobs, as well as other vacation plans. But in the back of my mind, I’m still envisioning the men of the Cannon Biker Club because those guys were drop dead gorgeous, and the pit of my stomach clenches in on itself with excitement. Even better, I’m meeting them this weekend for the next phase of my initiation rites … and I can’t wait.
CHAPTER 2
Xenia
Okay, this is it. I take a deep breath and push the buzzer to the clubhouse. It’s not much to see actually. The clubhouse is just a normal-looking building in downtown Chicago with a brick façade and a small sign out front that says “Cannon.” There’s nothing to indicate that this is the lair of a gang, club, or criminal group. Cannon could literally be someone’s last name.
But then the door swings open, and John stares at me. He’s the head of the club and gorgeous to behold. Black hair waves from a high, proud forehead, and he’s got patrician features punctuated by bright blue eyes. Not only that, but he’s tall and built, and of course, wearing a biker uniform of a black leather jacket over loose jeans.
"Hey sweetheart," he growls, opening the door further to let me in. “We’re glad you came by.”
I take a deep breath and step into the clubhouse. The space is nothing to behold. It looks a bit like a game room from the basement of someone’s house with a pool table in the center, lots of worn couches, and of course, a bar to one side. But more importantly, all the bikers are here, and my breath catches because the men are gorgeous. There’s Arthur, with his waving chestnut hair and devilish smile; Nicky, who resembles a movie star with a jaw made of granite; Joe, who’s got sparkling blue eyes, even if he’s a bit rough around the edges; and Sam “Smooth” Wells with thick blonde hair and a mischievous smile.
“Heya girlie,” Sam greets in a low voice. “How are you?”
I smile while putting my purse down on a nearby table.
“I’m okay,” I murmur shyly. “Thanks for having me over.”
“It’s no problem,” Arthur says in a low voice, his brown eyes glinting. “We’ve been looking forward to getting the initiation started. Your inspection went well, baby girl, and as you already know, you passed with flying colors.”
I giggle again, my cheeks going hot because yes, the inspection was amazing. The men had me laid out on the pool table nude, and fingered my pussy and ass until I came again and again. I didn’t share the multiple orgasms part with Rae because it’s TMI, even for my best friend.
Immediately, I make to take off my jacket, my thighs already moist.
“Should we get started?” I ask in a bright voice. “I’m ready if you are.”
Joe laughs, flashing even white teeth.
“You’re a horny one, aren’t you sweetheart? But relax, honey, because we like that. There’s no rush, so why don’t we get to know you a bit first? Come on, Sammy, let’s give our guest a tour of the premises.”
Immediately, Sam hops down, his blonde hair waving over one eye.
“Sure thing,” he growls, grinning mischievously at me. “There’s not that much to see, but this will give you an idea of what you’re getting into.”
The two men begin leading me to a darkened hallway in the back while the other three men look on.
“Don’t scare our guest!” John growls as we exit the room and proceed down the hallway. “There’s no need to pull out all the stops right away.”
But Sam and Joe merely shrug before stopping at a normal-looking door on the left. Joe opens it, and it’s a small bedroom complete with a full size mattress, a desk, and a small window overlooking a parking lot. The walls are fake wood, and the floor a battered material that I can’t identify. Tellingly, there are posters of nude girls all over the bedroom, cupping their tits and flashing their pussies as they smile seductively at the viewer.
“As you know, the club is more than just a social gathering,” Joe intones. “We also provide lodging, so each of us has a room here on premises should we need to spend the night. This is Sam’s space,” he says with a meaningful glance at the younger blonde man. “He likes naked women, obviously.”
Sam merely shrugs while grinning at me. “Who doesn’t?” he asks in a light tone. “Hell, I like to look at my posters before I fall asleep. This one has been my favorite lately,” he says, tapping a poster of a bodacious blonde woman who’s squatting on the beach while staring seductively into the camera lens. Her big breasts are full and round, and she’s got one hand between her legs, pulling her pussy open to show off a bulging clit and glistening pink insides.