A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7) by Glenna Maynard Page B
Authors: Glenna Maynard
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Harley. Damn , if I was twenty years younger. What I wouldn’t give for a ride.” She shakes her head. Her salt ‘n pepper gray hair falls out of the poorly secured bun she has it arranged in.
“I can ask him to take you down the street and back. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” I offer. Truth is a sweetheart.
“Darling that’s cute, but I didn’t mean the bike .” She winks and starts counting out my drawer for the night. I giggle and blush. Roberta is a crazy bitch and I love her dearly. I couldn’t make it through this crap job at the gas station without her.
I make some money on the side being a club girl at the Roadhouse, but not enough to get me out of this dead-end wasteland. The guys at the club treat me right though. I spend most of my time with Grady, or as most know him, ‘ Truth .’ He treats me real nice. Always picks me up from work, anytime I ask. Never questions anything I ask, EVER . He’s my best friend and I am his number one fuck.
“You’re crazy,” I tease and laugh. I can’t wait to tell Truth about his admirer.
“Why do you think Cal likes me so damn much? I keep him on his toes. I could teach you a thing or two that’d have your biker boy out there begging for a taste.”
“I think I’ll be alright.” I try damn hard not to even begin to imagine what she is suggesting. “Am I good to go?”
“Yeah baby, everything looks good. Now go fuck that sexy thing and come back tomorrow and tell me all about it,” she tells me not even bothering to look up as she finishes banding the twenties and fifties, for the money bag.
If she only knew the things I do with Truth and his friend Tread. I could probably make Roberta blush, and that is saying something. I go into the employee bathroom and change into a long sleeved tee. The night air on the back of a Harley can get chilly.
“Night Berta,” I call as I walk out the back door.
Truth is resting against his bike smoking a joint. His dark hair is knotted on his head in a man-bun. He’s trimmed his beard since I last saw him this morning. His black leather pants give him a sexy edge. He appears dangerous, mysterious even, but he’s a sweetheart.
“You ready to bounce?” He asks snuffing out his Mary Jane.
“Yeah, you got a new admirer. Berta thinks you are the ‘ Bees Knees’ and wouldn’t mind if you took her for a ride.” I wiggle my brows and run my hand over his crotch.
“Don’t be teasing me woman, unless you want it right here, right now,” he states ruggedly in a matter of fact.
I can feel him hardening already at the thought.
“Damn, sweetheart, you make a man think.” He grins and runs his cold hands up the front of my shirt, snapping at my bra.
“I think I’ll wait until we get inside,” I coo, shivering from his icy touch.
“Then what are you waiting on.” He straddles his bike and I get on the bitch seat. Sometimes it is just Truth and me partying alone, but most nights Tread joins in or just watches. He loves to watch. Sometimes he brings Heather with him. I don’t even think she likes pussy, but that doesn’t stop her from licking mine for Tread. I think she has her hopes set on him, but Tread isn’t the kind of brother to take a whore for his old lady.
He’d take Truth first. Which means it’ll never happen. He isn’t that kind of man either. But a girl can fantasize.
My panties are soaked thinking about getting between Truth and Tread. If only they would touch. I have envisioned the three of us kissing and touching at the same time so many times. I masturbate to the fantasy often. Two tall, strong walls of tattooed muscle on either side of me, yes please .
He fires up the engine and my ass begins to vibrate. God , I love this feeling. I wrap my arms around Grady tight, teasing at his waistband as he drives. We play this game often. My head is snug against his back shielded from the air and the bugs. I learned my lesson when I tried to lick his ear once and received a
“I can ask him to take you down the street and back. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” I offer. Truth is a sweetheart.
“Darling that’s cute, but I didn’t mean the bike .” She winks and starts counting out my drawer for the night. I giggle and blush. Roberta is a crazy bitch and I love her dearly. I couldn’t make it through this crap job at the gas station without her.
I make some money on the side being a club girl at the Roadhouse, but not enough to get me out of this dead-end wasteland. The guys at the club treat me right though. I spend most of my time with Grady, or as most know him, ‘ Truth .’ He treats me real nice. Always picks me up from work, anytime I ask. Never questions anything I ask, EVER . He’s my best friend and I am his number one fuck.
“You’re crazy,” I tease and laugh. I can’t wait to tell Truth about his admirer.
“Why do you think Cal likes me so damn much? I keep him on his toes. I could teach you a thing or two that’d have your biker boy out there begging for a taste.”
“I think I’ll be alright.” I try damn hard not to even begin to imagine what she is suggesting. “Am I good to go?”
“Yeah baby, everything looks good. Now go fuck that sexy thing and come back tomorrow and tell me all about it,” she tells me not even bothering to look up as she finishes banding the twenties and fifties, for the money bag.
If she only knew the things I do with Truth and his friend Tread. I could probably make Roberta blush, and that is saying something. I go into the employee bathroom and change into a long sleeved tee. The night air on the back of a Harley can get chilly.
“Night Berta,” I call as I walk out the back door.
Truth is resting against his bike smoking a joint. His dark hair is knotted on his head in a man-bun. He’s trimmed his beard since I last saw him this morning. His black leather pants give him a sexy edge. He appears dangerous, mysterious even, but he’s a sweetheart.
“You ready to bounce?” He asks snuffing out his Mary Jane.
“Yeah, you got a new admirer. Berta thinks you are the ‘ Bees Knees’ and wouldn’t mind if you took her for a ride.” I wiggle my brows and run my hand over his crotch.
“Don’t be teasing me woman, unless you want it right here, right now,” he states ruggedly in a matter of fact.
I can feel him hardening already at the thought.
“Damn, sweetheart, you make a man think.” He grins and runs his cold hands up the front of my shirt, snapping at my bra.
“I think I’ll wait until we get inside,” I coo, shivering from his icy touch.
“Then what are you waiting on.” He straddles his bike and I get on the bitch seat. Sometimes it is just Truth and me partying alone, but most nights Tread joins in or just watches. He loves to watch. Sometimes he brings Heather with him. I don’t even think she likes pussy, but that doesn’t stop her from licking mine for Tread. I think she has her hopes set on him, but Tread isn’t the kind of brother to take a whore for his old lady.
He’d take Truth first. Which means it’ll never happen. He isn’t that kind of man either. But a girl can fantasize.
My panties are soaked thinking about getting between Truth and Tread. If only they would touch. I have envisioned the three of us kissing and touching at the same time so many times. I masturbate to the fantasy often. Two tall, strong walls of tattooed muscle on either side of me, yes please .
He fires up the engine and my ass begins to vibrate. God , I love this feeling. I wrap my arms around Grady tight, teasing at his waistband as he drives. We play this game often. My head is snug against his back shielded from the air and the bugs. I learned my lesson when I tried to lick his ear once and received a
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