Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
He eyes the tank top with a disgusted look on his handsome face. “No fucking way you’re wearing Unwanted gear in the clubhouse.”
“Good call.” With a smirk, Animal pulls a lighter out of his pocket and flips it open. The flame burns strong as he touches it to the hem of the tank top. It doesn’t take much for it to catch, and as soon as it’s burning properly, Quickshot drops it on the asphalt.
As much as I dislike the Unwanted, that was the only shirt I had. “I don’t have any clothes,” I say in dismay.
“I’m sure one of the girls will have something for you to borrow,” Badass says with a laugh.
My emotions are swinging up and down like a yo-yo. Are they good guys or not? Either way, being ungrateful won’t win me my freedom.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Don’t thank us for fucking buying you,” Animal says, and his hand lands on the small of my back, burning like a brand even though my borrowed shirt. “This way.”
They flank me like bodyguards as we go inside, making me feel small but protected between them. I swallow down my nervousness. I can do this. I will do this.
"Busy tonight," observes Badass as he opens the door.
Hard rock billows out, enveloping me as Animal guides me inside. Laughter and the clinking of beer bottles mixes with the music, interrupted occasionally by the crack of billiard balls. I thought the Eagles’ Roost was wild, but this is on a whole other level.
The scent of leather and sweat hangs heavy in the huge common room that’s packed with big, burly, tattooed men. There's a bar along one wall, a big screen TV in the back, and a Screaming Eagles MC logo, painted from floor to ceiling in gold and flanked by a couple of American flags.
“Who’s the fresh meat?” A tall man with an aura of danger and intelligent black eyes asks, coming over with a bottle of beer hanging from his fingers. “Almost naked is a good look on her. Want a ride, sweetheart? I’ll make you see God.”
Animal scoffs and puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side. “Fuck off, Preacher. Go find your own.”
The brief time I spent with the Unwanted makes me brace for a fight, but the other man just laughs and the crowd parts as he wanders back into the thick of the party. The gap he leaves is just big enough for me to spot a woman wearing even less than I am, straddling one of the bikers with her top pushed up while he plays with her breasts.
Are they… Really?
In public?
Now that I’m looking, I actually see a bunch of women mixed into the group. Some are just casually hanging out with the men, while others are blatantly grinding against them, or straight up getting them off where everyone can watch.
A tiny kernel of desire flares in my core. I’m a virgin because I’m really really horrible with men, and when I should’ve been dating, nobody my age wanted to take on an awkward shy girl who was the sole guardian for a troubled teen. It’s definitely not because I didn’t want to do it. All it would take was one look at my late night search history to know that.
Maybe this is what they bought me for? To be free game for anyone in the club? I really don’t like that idea, so what if I could convince them to keep me for the three of them? I could… I think I could do that.
It’s crazy to even think about, but they bought me for sex, right? And if I don’t do what I’m supposed to, they might just send me right back to the Unwanted. I don’t have a lot of choices right now, so I need to make the ones I can. Sex is a lot, but at least these guys have treated me with a little respect, and they’re so much easier on the eyes than the Unwanted were. It wouldn’t be so bad.
Animal looks down, “Are you okay?”
Thinking fast, I nod and back up, pressing my ass into him. I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing, but we’ve already kissed once, and out here, where everything is so intense, and we’re surrounded by testosterone and sex, it’s easy to pretend I’m just like one of these other girls. I turn around and stretch up on my toes, pressing my lips to his.
His momentary freeze of surprise melts instantly, and then his mouth opens and he devours me. It’s even better than I remember. He slides his hands up my sides, pulling Quickshot’s T-shirt up with them until it’s rolled up over my breasts, the little bra the only thing defending my modesty. His fingers are calloused and rough over my skin.