to take one for the team,” Spider offers and a few brothers chuckle.
Nightmare and I both mumble “shut-up,” at the same time.
I catch it, but with the music on in the background, I don’t think the brothers realize it was both of us who said it.
Cinderella came over to say hello when she first got here, but I ignored her. Up close her tits were nicely displayed, taunting me with each breath she took as they moved slightly. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I’m sure if I had, my brothers would have been glued to her chest as well. My dick was so damn hard under the table; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. She needs to cover the hell up if she’s expecting some sort of a conversation to come out of me.
It’s been sweet fucking torture to watch her each time, bending over the pool table to line up her shot. After each ball either one of them sinks in a pocket, the other takes a shot of liquor. I’ve been paying attention because I’m not letting them drive home if they’re both plastered. Right now Cinderella’s on her fourth and Bethany’s on her sixth.
She glances at me briefly, walking around the pool table until she stops directly in front of our table. Spreading her feet apart, she bends over, her muscular legs on full display as she adjusts her pool stick until she has it where she wants it. She inhales a deep breath then pushes her ass out more while she takes her shot. With that motion, her skirt lifts the few inches I need it to so I can catch a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.
My fist hits the table top again, loudly, causing her to jump up. She spins around, her hand on her chest and eyes wide. My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily, wanting to rip the skirt completely off her.
“Are you okay?” She asks breathily and Saint groans beside me, no doubt witnessing what I was just privy too. I could go for punching him right about now.
“Pull your skirt down,” I demand, glaring at her for making me lose control so easily.
“Fine,” she huffs back. Wiggling slightly, she shimmies the tiny piece of material hugging her hips down. It moves all of an inch at the most, and I grit my teeth from her titties jiggling.
She faces Bethany, her long platinum hair falling to the top of her ass. “I need you and a smoke.”
Bethany gets a wicked grin on her face and downs a shot before eagerly following Cinderella through the bar. Either she’s happy about having a smoke or they’re up to something. Whatever it is, those girls are fucking trouble. People think bikers are bad, but that bitch is the type to make a brother lose it over her, and that’s gonna end up being me if I don’t keep my distance.
Slamming the double shot of whiskey I had resting in front of me, I’m stuck listening to my brothers talk about how they all hope that the chicks have friends that look as good as they do.
“You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.
“Nope.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.
“You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”
“What do you know about it?”
He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.
Goddamn it. Fine. I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.
“I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.
Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach
Nightmare and I both mumble “shut-up,” at the same time.
I catch it, but with the music on in the background, I don’t think the brothers realize it was both of us who said it.
Cinderella came over to say hello when she first got here, but I ignored her. Up close her tits were nicely displayed, taunting me with each breath she took as they moved slightly. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I’m sure if I had, my brothers would have been glued to her chest as well. My dick was so damn hard under the table; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. She needs to cover the hell up if she’s expecting some sort of a conversation to come out of me.
It’s been sweet fucking torture to watch her each time, bending over the pool table to line up her shot. After each ball either one of them sinks in a pocket, the other takes a shot of liquor. I’ve been paying attention because I’m not letting them drive home if they’re both plastered. Right now Cinderella’s on her fourth and Bethany’s on her sixth.
She glances at me briefly, walking around the pool table until she stops directly in front of our table. Spreading her feet apart, she bends over, her muscular legs on full display as she adjusts her pool stick until she has it where she wants it. She inhales a deep breath then pushes her ass out more while she takes her shot. With that motion, her skirt lifts the few inches I need it to so I can catch a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.
My fist hits the table top again, loudly, causing her to jump up. She spins around, her hand on her chest and eyes wide. My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily, wanting to rip the skirt completely off her.
“Are you okay?” She asks breathily and Saint groans beside me, no doubt witnessing what I was just privy too. I could go for punching him right about now.
“Pull your skirt down,” I demand, glaring at her for making me lose control so easily.
“Fine,” she huffs back. Wiggling slightly, she shimmies the tiny piece of material hugging her hips down. It moves all of an inch at the most, and I grit my teeth from her titties jiggling.
She faces Bethany, her long platinum hair falling to the top of her ass. “I need you and a smoke.”
Bethany gets a wicked grin on her face and downs a shot before eagerly following Cinderella through the bar. Either she’s happy about having a smoke or they’re up to something. Whatever it is, those girls are fucking trouble. People think bikers are bad, but that bitch is the type to make a brother lose it over her, and that’s gonna end up being me if I don’t keep my distance.
Slamming the double shot of whiskey I had resting in front of me, I’m stuck listening to my brothers talk about how they all hope that the chicks have friends that look as good as they do.
“You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.
“Nope.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.
“You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”
“What do you know about it?”
He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.
Goddamn it. Fine. I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.
“I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.
Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach
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