Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) by Glenna Maynard Page A

her neck.
    “We keep cameras in all the rooms, in case something were to go wrong.” Foxie explains. Being in the business of peddling pussy, these girls cannot be too careful. We always have a patched brother in the building in case some dumb motherfucker decides to try his luck.
    “Enough,” I hold my hand up at her and try to fight the pain in my chest. I’m a tough son of a bitch, I’m not supposed to hurt like this, to feel so fucking deep.
    “Romeo, you don’t fool me. It’s okay to hurt.” She takes my hand in her small soft warm one. “Come on I have some whiskey at the bar. Let’s get you a drink, and maybe a little company. Got a new girl, she could chase away your troubles for a short while. She is a bit on the wild side.”
    Reluctantly, I follow her to the bar where customers mingle with the girls to find what they are looking for. Sitting at the bar minding my own a small voice tickles my ear, “Hey, you Romeo?” She asks in a whispered giggle.
    Glancing over my eyes land on red hair, it isn’t quite the same shade of Baby’s but pretty damn close other than the one blonde chunk in the front making her look like a skunk.  Foxie is such a fucking cunt; she is doing this shit on purpose to fuck with me.
    “What’s your name darlin’?”
    “They call me Smoky.” I notice she doesn’t have an accent.
    “Where ya from, not from here that’s for damned sure.” I observe, curious of her origins.
    “I’m from Canada. Came here for a fresh start.” She runs her finger over the rim of my glass, and then brings it to her mouth licking it seductively. “Mmm,” she moans.
    “Why do they call you that—Smoky?” I shift on the stool turning towards her. She looks like a sex kitten. She is dressed to fuck. Wearing only a purple push up bra and coordinating panties with a robe fully open. Her body is something to be desired. She has some meat on her, but it fills her out nicely.
    She brushes her hand over mine, looking deep in my eyes. “Because my pussy is so hot it will set your dick on fire.” Well I wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, I like the sound of it. I gulp knowing she will do just that.
    “Well goddamn how about you show me.” I take her arm in mine and she leads me to a room. Tonight I just want to get lost between the sheets and thighs of some strange.  Being here with Smoky keeps me from doing something stupid, something like making a play for Baby.
    I watch her as she strips for me, her long red hair, is hanging down her back. I picture Baby instead. Her purple panties slide down her calves, over her ankles as she removes them tossing them to the pile of clothes puddled near the end of the bed.
    Smoky stands before me looking like a siren. Her pale naked skin, so smooth, I take her by her hands, pulling her into my lap. My stubble grazes her chin; she laughs and starts to stroke the bulge in my jeans.
    I’m taken back to the night I stole Baby’s virginity. "Romeo, you've had many women." I smile at her deviously; girl must be out of her mind, coming at a man like me.
    "Now sweetness, I am not going to talk to you about the women I've been with." I wink at her, and take a swig from my jar of shine, fuck, her lips look sweet, and her body don’t look like a kid no more.
    "I was curious; do you think I'm pretty? Do you think I'm kissable?"
    Shit, what do I say to her, because hell yeah she is kissable, lickable, fuckable. I scratch my beard trying to handle this right.
    "What makes you ask that," I try to keep my mind from what my cock is aching to do. I shouldn’t want her. 
    "Well, I haven't really been kissed yet . And well I know you have had many women, so if you were a guy and we were out would you kiss me? I mean I've kissed boys but I want to kiss someone more experienced, someone who could tell me if I am a good kisser."
    "Baby, I'm not going to kiss you." I’m not going to do it, but she begins to pout. I guess I could kiss her no harm in a kiss, fuck I am