Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) by Begley Jamie

Author:Begley, Jamie [Begley, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Young Ink Press, LLC
Published: 2013-12-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“What’s wrong with Stud tonight?” Crazy Bitch asked.

Sex Piston turned her body, dancing so that her back was to Stud who was leaning against the bar, glaring a hole through her back.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” she lied to her friend.

The first thing Stud had done when her and her crew had entered the Destructors’ clubhouse was catch her alone when she came out of the bathroom to give her hell about The Last Riders joining them for lunch. She didn’t question how he had known—Fat Louise and her big mouth. She was getting tired of her being Stud’s snitch and she was going to give her hell when she had the chance.

“He looks pretty mad at you,” Crazy Bitch said.

“I do not give a flying fuck.” She enunciated each word.

Crazy Bitch’s words were racketing up the seductiveness of her dancing, hoping to make the asshole miserable as he watched her move and not be able to touch her.

“Playing with fire, bitch,” Killyama said from beside her.

Sex Piston shrugged. The music changed and she took off her leather jacket, exposing the flesh-colored halter-top, which showed the globes of her breasts. She caught several of the brothers eyeing her, watching to see if her breasts would spill out of her top.

“Shit,” Killyama said, knowing her friend was determined to pick a fight.

Sex Piston grinned at her, but stopped when she saw her mouth tighten in anger.

“What?”

“Demie is all over him.”

Sex Piston almost jerked around to see. Demie was the resident slut of the month. She had just started hanging out the last few months and was gaining in popularity by working her way through each of the brothers. They had nicknamed her Demie because she gave each man a demonstration of the skills her mouth was capable of. The men had even begun bragging about who had lasted the longest with her.

“What’s she doing?” Sex Piston asked, already knowing what was going on behind her back.

“She’s cuddled up next to Stud, rubbing his thigh,” Killyama stated calmly, even though her hands were clenched into fists by her side. Killyama was the most protective of her and it would piss her off if Stud cheated on her, knowing they had a thing going on whether the club knew it or not.

Sex Piston casually turned her body so that she could face Stud and see what was going on behind her back. He was sitting on the bar stool, facing her with his eyes challenging. The fucker was giving her a silent ultimatum. Demie was standing between his thighs, her body, she sure, was rubbing up against his cock and the slut’s hand was rubbing his thigh. Her stupid cow eyes were looking up at him, begging him to fuck her.

Sex Piston’s hand clenched by her side. She never did well with ultimatums. Ace had pulled the same stunt on her numerous times, trying to get her to prove she cared. She never had. Not once. She was about to turn back around when Demie reached up and kissed Stud on the mouth.

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