Ridin' Her Rough by Jenika Snow Page A

have sex with Torque in general, but really stupid to do it at the clubhouse. She had known better, yet hadn’t cared because she had wanted Torque too badly, and she supposed it was her pent-up desire that had spanned four years that had made her throw caution to the wind.
    “Delilah, you need to tell me what the hell you’re doing in one of these rooms with your hair all fucked up, the bed looking like it was put through the damn washer, and your clothes all jacked up.” Her dad’s wide, big chest was rushing and falling quickly from his anger. Pinkie stood in the hallway, her arms crossed under her chest, and her big, fake tits nearly spilling out of her elastic top. She also had this shit-eating grin on her face, and it was clear she was enjoying the hell out of this.
    Before Delilah could say anything the bathroom door opened. She started at Torque, who was still butt fucking naked and semi-hard, and her eyes widened in fear.
    “Baby, we needed to talk about what the hell just happened.” His head was downcast, and she could see his brow furrowed as if he was thinking hard. When she didn’t respond he lifted his head. Torque stopped instantly, stared at her, and then moved his eyes to Brack. His body got just as tense as her dad’s had, and with both of the men equally tall and muscular, Delilah knew that what was about to happen was going to end in a lot of blood being spilled. Shit, this was not good, and things were about to go from really bad to pretty fucking shitty.
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    Fuck . That was the only thing that went through his mind when he saw Brack standing just inside the room with a murderous expression on his face. There was no denying that he had just fucked the club president’s daughter. Hell, Torque was still naked with his dick half hard. He didn’t move, and sure as hell didn’t let his guard down. Shit was about to get real, but Torque had known that messing with Delilah would end in this result. Even if Brack hadn’t found out, Torque was going to talk to her about taking shit to the next level, to seeing if she wanted to be his Old Lady, and to give whatever it was that had been brewing between them for years a shot. He saw Delilah move closer to him, and a second later his jeans were tossed to him.
    “Dad, before you start jumping to any conclusions let me explain.”
    Torque put his jeans on but never took his eyes off Brack, and the prez kept his icy glare on Torque the whole time too.
    “There isn’t anything to explain, Delilah. I don’t need to be a genius to realize a brother just fucked my little girl in my fucking clubhouse.” Brack’s voice was booming, which drew the attention of Ace, Malice, and Vain, who now stood right behind Brack. The prez took off his cut, and Ace was right there to take it. Brack cracked his knuckles, rolled his head on his neck, and grinned. “I’m going to fuck you up, boy.”
    “Please. Dad, you don’t have to do this. I’m a damn adult and have the choice to have sex with whomever the hell I want.” Delilah’s voice was raised, which had a few of the brothers lifting their brows in surprise. Torque knew they were more entertained at the fact this little female was standing between two hulking bikers.
    “Baby, step back. This needs to happen if anything between us is going to move forward.” Even with the pumping music in the background, everything became deathly silent at Torque’s words.
    “She’s not your baby, and there isn’t anything going on between the two of you, and sure as fuck won’t be moving forward.”
    Torque had his attention on Delilah even though Brack’s words were low and menacing. She didn’t speak, but her shock was evident in her eyes. He picked up his jeans and put them on. He knew shit was about to get gritty. All he could do was smile at her, because this little revelation was a big shock to him as well. “Delilah, move back.” He reached out and pushed her aside gently, but that still had a low growl