Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
She tried to jerk away, but it was useless as she found herself being led down the hallway into the main room of the club. She quit struggling when she saw several members still sitting around the bar, having done an all-nighter.
Bear, Stud’s vice president, was one of the men. His snicker had Sex Piston wishing she had Crazy Bitch’s bat.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Bear. I’m going to give Sex Piston a ride home,” Stud informed his brother, still ushering Sex Piston through the club.
Sex Piston kept her mouth closed, continuing on outside with him since the rat bastard gave her no choice. Jerking her arm free once they were outside, she gave in and stood next to the back of his bike.
“What’s the hurry?” he mocked her with a knowing look in his eyes.
“Just take me home,” Sex Piston snapped.
Stud got on his bike, and Sex Piston paused. She had never ridden behind anyone other than her pops and Ace. So, wanting to get home before anyone else saw her, she let only her fingertips grasp his waist.
“Grab on, Sex Piston,” Stud said as he pulled out onto the road. Sex Piston ignored him, causing Stud to pull over onto the shoulder of the road. “Either hold onto me right or we’ll sit here until you do.”
Sex Piston’s hands took a firmer grip on his waist. As soon as she did, Stud pulled back onto the road.
“Good girl,” he praised, not taking his eyes off the road.
She bit back her smartass comment, not wanting to prolong the torture of being in his irritating company.
Sex Piston was thankful that there wasn’t much traffic out so early in the morning and no one she knew saw her on the back of Stud’s bike. It didn’t matter anyway; she was sure Bear’s big mouth would spread the word about her spending the night with Stud.
As soon as Stud pulled into her driveway and came to a stop, Sex Piston jumped off the bike turning to go inside her house, but Stud’s hand snagged her wrist, preventing her.
“No kiss goodbye?”
“Yeah, you can kiss my ass goodbye,” Sex Piston said, struggling against his hold.
“Now, for some reason I’m thinking you didn’t appreciate my efforts last night. Let me just remind you.”
Stud pulled her closer to him, plastering her against his chest. His hand buried in her hair and he used it to bring her face down to his level. His mouth fastened onto hers and then his tongue delved into her mouth despite her determination to keep him out.
Sex Piston froze at his expertise. Her body tightened in pleasure as he explored her mouth, stroking her tongue before pulling back with a final stroke on her bottom lip. The son of a bitch who had always stared at everyone with eyes that said he had done it all… well, he had done it all, and it showed in his kiss. Stud had shown her a brief glimpse of what he had to offer and, holy hell, she was tempted.
Sex Piston straightened when it was obvious he was done.
“Later.” His nonchalant goodbye helped her regain her senses.
She turned on her heel, leaving him without saying anything. Her front door was unlocked, so she unceremoniously went inside her parents’ house, quickly closing the door and leaning back against it.
“Damn.”
Chapter Two
Sex Piston was cooking dinner when her crew showed up later that day. Crazy Bitch and Killyama were the first to saunter into the kitchen, both looking hung over from the night before.
Sex Piston put her ham in the oven before turning to them.
“Don’t give me that look,” Killyama said. “Fat Louise let us all down. We woke up on the pool table with those assholes staring at us. I tried to call her, but she’s not answering. When I see her, I am going to kick her ass.”
“When I get done with her, she’s not going to be able to eat at Popeye’s because her jaw is going to be wired shut,” Sex Piston said, putting some vegetables together for a quick side dish. She loved to cook, but when she was upset, she cooked enough to feed an army, which was good because her friends were making themselves at home.
Her ma, Sizzle, breezed into the kitchen, coming to a stop when she saw her daughter and crew in the kitchen. “Good, you already started dinner. I was going to cook, but this works out even better. I asked company over so make sure you make enough.”
“We’ll have enough. Who did you invite?” Sex Piston asked.
Her ma ignored her, looking in the oven at the ham cooking then raising a lid on one of the saucepans bubbling slowly on the stove. Replacing the lid gently, as if she was the one to make it, she wiped her hands on a kitchen cloth. “I’m going to go get changed.”