he’d ever be is a fallen one, and nowhere close to a Saint.
I’m about half way through my beer when Ruger finally waltzes through the door. I wait with bated breath for Bethany and Cinderella to enter behind him, but they never do.
Ruger plops down in the seat across from me, looking tanner than he did earlier. He may have gone for Bethany, but I still want to pop his legs off and beat him with them for the simple fact that he got to hang out with Cinderella today and I didn’t. I sat at the hotel pouting like a giant pansy ass.
“Where’re the chicks?” I ask immediately. He better not have fucked it up with them.
Saint and Sinner’s gazes both land on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.
“They went to go change; they’ll be here.”
“You found some new bitches for us, Ruger?” Saint pipes up.
“Naw, just me and Vike. They were in here last night playing pool.”
Sinner’s eyebrows shoot up as he does a low whistle. “Damn, it’s like that, huh? I would’ve chatted them up last night to get some pussy, but I got the impression they were skittish.”
“What happened at the lake?” I interrupt, my jealousy nagging at me, wanting to know every single detail.
“Not much. Cinderella painted her toenails when we first got there. Then she floated around the lake on a small air mattress and on the way back asked if your name was really Viking.”
Saint leans forward. “No fucking way. Her name’s Cinderella? The blonde one? I bet she’s a goddamn fairy tale in bed,” he finishes, eyeing Sinner.
Letting loose a deep growl, I slam my fist down on the table, hard enough to make the drinks bounce and everyone jump to catch them. I swear if he speaks about fucking her again I’m going to lose my shit. I’m not nearly buzzed enough to deal with bullshit comments about the woman I recently killed for.
“Damn, Vike, my bad.” He holds his hands up in surrender. He’s seen me get pissed, and no way in hell would Sinner be able to save his ass from my wrath.
Grunting in response, I turn back to Ruger. “You get some ass from her friend?”
I only ask because it was written all over her at the motel that she wanted Nightmare, not another brother.
“No, she’s a fucking cock tease, bro. We hooked up a little, but she wouldn’t let me get my dick wet, wouldn’t even give me head. We had a few shots of tequila, but I’m hoping tonight she’ll get blitzed and let me hit it.”
Saint laughs and fist bumps Ruger, clearly approving of his less than stellar tactics to get laid. Can’t say shit about it, though; we’ve all done it at some point.
Downing another beer, the night gets a little later before the girls finally show up. I’m fairly surprised to see her back so soon after the shit that went down. Most women would be locked inside their houses right now, too shaken up to leave. Is she just stubborn or could she feel safe coming back? Is it because she knows Ruger’s here and that I will also be? Nightmare and Spidey-boy have joined us as well, leaving Exterminator to sit with Scot up at the bar flirting with the bartender he’s got a hard-on for.
Cinderella walks her fine ass through the door wearing a fitted black leather miniskirt that barely comes to the bottom of her ass cheeks, paired with a red corset top and the shoes I gave her earlier. There aren’t words strong enough to do her justice. Bitch makes my heart beat faster; that’s the biggest compliment any woman could ever receive from me.
Surprisingly, Bethany holds her own. She fits perfectly alongside Cinderella, wearing daisy dukes, dusty cowboy boots, and a cut-up shirt coming to the bottom of her tits.
I swear to God, everyone at the table probably came in their pants a little at the sight of them. They’re not just hotter than sin; they look like a biker’s fucking wet dream, dressed like some badass bitches that belong on the back of our bikes.
“If you two don’t want those chicks, I’ll sacrifice myself
I’m about half way through my beer when Ruger finally waltzes through the door. I wait with bated breath for Bethany and Cinderella to enter behind him, but they never do.
Ruger plops down in the seat across from me, looking tanner than he did earlier. He may have gone for Bethany, but I still want to pop his legs off and beat him with them for the simple fact that he got to hang out with Cinderella today and I didn’t. I sat at the hotel pouting like a giant pansy ass.
“Where’re the chicks?” I ask immediately. He better not have fucked it up with them.
Saint and Sinner’s gazes both land on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.
“They went to go change; they’ll be here.”
“You found some new bitches for us, Ruger?” Saint pipes up.
“Naw, just me and Vike. They were in here last night playing pool.”
Sinner’s eyebrows shoot up as he does a low whistle. “Damn, it’s like that, huh? I would’ve chatted them up last night to get some pussy, but I got the impression they were skittish.”
“What happened at the lake?” I interrupt, my jealousy nagging at me, wanting to know every single detail.
“Not much. Cinderella painted her toenails when we first got there. Then she floated around the lake on a small air mattress and on the way back asked if your name was really Viking.”
Saint leans forward. “No fucking way. Her name’s Cinderella? The blonde one? I bet she’s a goddamn fairy tale in bed,” he finishes, eyeing Sinner.
Letting loose a deep growl, I slam my fist down on the table, hard enough to make the drinks bounce and everyone jump to catch them. I swear if he speaks about fucking her again I’m going to lose my shit. I’m not nearly buzzed enough to deal with bullshit comments about the woman I recently killed for.
“Damn, Vike, my bad.” He holds his hands up in surrender. He’s seen me get pissed, and no way in hell would Sinner be able to save his ass from my wrath.
Grunting in response, I turn back to Ruger. “You get some ass from her friend?”
I only ask because it was written all over her at the motel that she wanted Nightmare, not another brother.
“No, she’s a fucking cock tease, bro. We hooked up a little, but she wouldn’t let me get my dick wet, wouldn’t even give me head. We had a few shots of tequila, but I’m hoping tonight she’ll get blitzed and let me hit it.”
Saint laughs and fist bumps Ruger, clearly approving of his less than stellar tactics to get laid. Can’t say shit about it, though; we’ve all done it at some point.
Downing another beer, the night gets a little later before the girls finally show up. I’m fairly surprised to see her back so soon after the shit that went down. Most women would be locked inside their houses right now, too shaken up to leave. Is she just stubborn or could she feel safe coming back? Is it because she knows Ruger’s here and that I will also be? Nightmare and Spidey-boy have joined us as well, leaving Exterminator to sit with Scot up at the bar flirting with the bartender he’s got a hard-on for.
Cinderella walks her fine ass through the door wearing a fitted black leather miniskirt that barely comes to the bottom of her ass cheeks, paired with a red corset top and the shoes I gave her earlier. There aren’t words strong enough to do her justice. Bitch makes my heart beat faster; that’s the biggest compliment any woman could ever receive from me.
Surprisingly, Bethany holds her own. She fits perfectly alongside Cinderella, wearing daisy dukes, dusty cowboy boots, and a cut-up shirt coming to the bottom of her tits.
I swear to God, everyone at the table probably came in their pants a little at the sight of them. They’re not just hotter than sin; they look like a biker’s fucking wet dream, dressed like some badass bitches that belong on the back of our bikes.
“If you two don’t want those chicks, I’ll sacrifice myself
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