Tread: Biker Romance (Ronin MC Series Book 1) by Justin Morrow, Brandace Morrow Page A
Authors: Justin Morrow, Brandace Morrow
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a brother. It fucking blew hard to see him suffer and spiral down that rabbit hole without knowing how to help.
A hand tracing my thigh, heading towards my cock, yanked me back to the present. The dirty girl was ready for a fresh coat of soil. She knew that my not stopping her meant I’d be hers for the next . . . oh . . . thirty minutes? Shit, I knew I should’ve beat off in the van.
THE MEN CAME INTO THE room like a tidal wave. Things had been as calm as I assumed they got here, but the minute the doors opened, it was pandemonium. The sea of black seemed to roll like exhaust fumes through the tired saloon. Black jeans, black shirts, black leather vests. The only thing that differed with each man was their shoes. Some were tanned, some black, some white. I wondered how stupid it would make me seem if I started learning them by their shoe wear.
The women from the balcony squealed and clacked down the stairs. Marley, Tatum, and Kit weren’t much better, jumping into steely arms as soon as they got close. I observed it all from my corner of the bar, watching men lead some of the women straight upstairs, others reaching for bottles behind the bar without waiting for service.
“Hey, Daddy,” I heard Kit say as I watched her reach across the bar to give an older man a hug.
“There’s my girl. How are ya, baby?”
Kit grabbed a bottle and popped the top before handing it to him. He took a drink and watched her fidget with the black bandana around her head. One thing I envied most about Kit was her hair. She had gorgeous, dirty blonde locks, but every time I’d seen it, it was always in some kind of braid. Crazy intricate styles that made it clear she could multitask better than anyone I’d met.
Tonight her hair was in twin French braids that landed over her shoulders and a rolled bandana over the top of her hair. I asked about it earlier in the day. She just smiled and said it was easier on her hair when riding a bike.
Whatever the reason, it was clearly a nervous gesture for her to mess with it.
“I’m doing great. How was your run?” she asked, swallowing hard.
Harvey’s eyes started scanning the bar as he answered distractedly, “Fuckin’ long. I’m glad you’re good, baby.”
“Listen, Dad. I wanted to talk to you—”
A woman Harvey’s age came running and he stood to catch her in his arms. “There she is. Where you been, Lola?”
The blonde smiled wide, making her look ten years younger. “Freshenin’ up for my man.” She jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist, making him grunt slightly.
“I’m an old man, sug’,” he complained against her lips.
“It’s past your bedtime, then, poppa,” Lola said, not getting down. He palmed her backside as he stumbled to the back of the bar. My nose scrunched up and I turned to Kit.
“That doesn’t gross you out?” I asked.
She looked up at me with sad eyes, tossing a dishtowel on the counter. “Nah. It’s the life. They’ve been like that since forever. At least I’ve never walked in on them or something. You want another drink?”
“Yeah.” I looked at my Sprite then back to her. “You sure you’re okay?”
“It’s the life. I’m fine.”
Kit blew me off, turning to the men waiting patiently for drinks. She started popping caps and pouring from spouts with long wooden handles. The guys acted respectful, to my surprise. I’d seen them pop a breast into their mouths over a booth, but with these three, they were on their best behavior.
I watched Marley and Tatum taking trays of drinks to the tables and no one grabbed at them. The men moved out of their way and took the trays once they were delivered. They were different.
“So how did church go?” I heard from the man next to me ask as I concentrated on fishing out the cherry that Kit put in the bottom of my glass.
“Not good, dude. We’ll talk later. Kit, babe, you got anything for me?” At the words, I looked up because I hadn’t heard anyone
A hand tracing my thigh, heading towards my cock, yanked me back to the present. The dirty girl was ready for a fresh coat of soil. She knew that my not stopping her meant I’d be hers for the next . . . oh . . . thirty minutes? Shit, I knew I should’ve beat off in the van.
THE MEN CAME INTO THE room like a tidal wave. Things had been as calm as I assumed they got here, but the minute the doors opened, it was pandemonium. The sea of black seemed to roll like exhaust fumes through the tired saloon. Black jeans, black shirts, black leather vests. The only thing that differed with each man was their shoes. Some were tanned, some black, some white. I wondered how stupid it would make me seem if I started learning them by their shoe wear.
The women from the balcony squealed and clacked down the stairs. Marley, Tatum, and Kit weren’t much better, jumping into steely arms as soon as they got close. I observed it all from my corner of the bar, watching men lead some of the women straight upstairs, others reaching for bottles behind the bar without waiting for service.
“Hey, Daddy,” I heard Kit say as I watched her reach across the bar to give an older man a hug.
“There’s my girl. How are ya, baby?”
Kit grabbed a bottle and popped the top before handing it to him. He took a drink and watched her fidget with the black bandana around her head. One thing I envied most about Kit was her hair. She had gorgeous, dirty blonde locks, but every time I’d seen it, it was always in some kind of braid. Crazy intricate styles that made it clear she could multitask better than anyone I’d met.
Tonight her hair was in twin French braids that landed over her shoulders and a rolled bandana over the top of her hair. I asked about it earlier in the day. She just smiled and said it was easier on her hair when riding a bike.
Whatever the reason, it was clearly a nervous gesture for her to mess with it.
“I’m doing great. How was your run?” she asked, swallowing hard.
Harvey’s eyes started scanning the bar as he answered distractedly, “Fuckin’ long. I’m glad you’re good, baby.”
“Listen, Dad. I wanted to talk to you—”
A woman Harvey’s age came running and he stood to catch her in his arms. “There she is. Where you been, Lola?”
The blonde smiled wide, making her look ten years younger. “Freshenin’ up for my man.” She jumped up, wrapped her legs around his waist, making him grunt slightly.
“I’m an old man, sug’,” he complained against her lips.
“It’s past your bedtime, then, poppa,” Lola said, not getting down. He palmed her backside as he stumbled to the back of the bar. My nose scrunched up and I turned to Kit.
“That doesn’t gross you out?” I asked.
She looked up at me with sad eyes, tossing a dishtowel on the counter. “Nah. It’s the life. They’ve been like that since forever. At least I’ve never walked in on them or something. You want another drink?”
“Yeah.” I looked at my Sprite then back to her. “You sure you’re okay?”
“It’s the life. I’m fine.”
Kit blew me off, turning to the men waiting patiently for drinks. She started popping caps and pouring from spouts with long wooden handles. The guys acted respectful, to my surprise. I’d seen them pop a breast into their mouths over a booth, but with these three, they were on their best behavior.
I watched Marley and Tatum taking trays of drinks to the tables and no one grabbed at them. The men moved out of their way and took the trays once they were delivered. They were different.
“So how did church go?” I heard from the man next to me ask as I concentrated on fishing out the cherry that Kit put in the bottom of my glass.
“Not good, dude. We’ll talk later. Kit, babe, you got anything for me?” At the words, I looked up because I hadn’t heard anyone
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