Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Bikers seem to feel like why wouldn’t you go have wild crazy sex if everyone wants to do it? A badass biker chick would go do it, right? I want to be that, not a scared little girl like the cops made me feel.
But I’m still working on it. I bury my face in Tank’s chest so nobody can see that my face is about the same shade as a tomato at all the cheering. The noise dies down behind us as we go deeper into the clubhouse, right up to Tank's door.
“It's open,” he says, and Nitro opens it up for us.
I'm tossed on the bed so suddenly, I lose my breath, before I roll over to find all three of them looming over me. “Don’t I get a tour first?”
Tank looks around. “Bed. Fridge. Table. Bathroom. Couch. TV. Weights.” With each word, he points to a different spot in his room. It’s a little bigger than the one I’ve been staying in, but not a lot.
“Strip,” demands Wraith gruffly as he unbuttons his jeans. “This time we're doing you proper, and we've got all fucking night.”
I start to, but then I stop. “No, you guys take your clothes off first. It's about time I get the first show.”
The looks I get make me wonder if I should just capitulate now and get naked before someone has to donate more clothes when these end up shredded, but then Tank laughs.
“You want a show? We'll give you a show.” He picks up a remote from the table and pushes a button. Hard, driving music flows from speakers and the lights dim but don’t turn off.
He pulls his shirt off and twirls it over his head before starting on his belt. With the crack of leather, it’s off and soon his jeans hit the floor to be kicked aside. All he's wearing is boxer briefs, which are showing off a bulge that scares me in a really fun way. The way it's stretching out his underwear makes it look like he's literally packing a baseball bat.
Wraith and Nitro aren't far behind, making sure I get a good look at them stripping off their clothes and revealing sooooo much gorgeous male flesh. They are all covered in ink, but Wraith is exceptional. I’m not sure there’s a place on his body aside from his face that has more than a hand sized patch of untouched skin.
Nitro turns to put his phone on the table and oh my God. That ass.
I don't know what these guys do for exercise, but being in a motorcycle club is apparently hard work. All three of them are ripped, and in different ways. Wraith is leaner, deadly looking. Nitro and Tank could be football players, Nitro the quarterback and Tank a defensive lineman.
Tank flexes his biceps for me, and my eyes must be wide as dinner plates. I'm pretty sure those upper arms are bigger around than my waist, and I've never been a size zero.
If I could take pictures right now, I could sell so many calendars none of us would have to work ever again.
I’d tell them so, but their egos are more than big enough as it is. “Not bad. I could recommend a few skin treatments, and I’m pretty good at waxing, but—”
Tank freaking tackles me on his bed. It’s a good thing we’re using his room because most bed frames wouldn’t survive this kind of a beating.
“Guys, guys! I can undress myself,” I shout, laughing as they work my clothes off. My shoes and leggings are the first to go, then the hoodie and shirt. I end up on all fours. Someone smacks my ass. “Hey! Watch it!”
“Oh, I was,” says Nitro, just before leaning in and kissing the same spot and making me shiver.
A moment later, all my clothes are on the floor and of course they've all still got their underwear on. “I told you guys to go first.”
Tank crawls over the bed until he's close enough to touch. “Must have forgotten. How about you do the honors?”
Chewing my bottom lip nervously, I reach for the elastic and hook my fingers in, then yank my hand back. “You’re, um, a lot more than I’m used to. Not that I’m used to anything. Well, I’m not not used to it. But I’m not used to it. You know?”
“What are you trying to say?” Wraith asks as they all look at me, confused.
“You’re big!” I blurt out, pointing to Tank’s bulge.
He chuckles and the bulge grows even more impressive. “Yell that a little louder. Just in case there's someone in the next room.”
“Shut up.” Summoning my inner badass, I yank down his briefs. A huge cock bounces free, every bit as impressive as advertised. Long and hard. I finally get to see the full gun tattoo, with its smoking barrel ending right above the base of his cock. I wasn’t sure if I’d been imagining his size since I was pretty distracted when we were in the parlor.