Free Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) by Heather Leigh

you who was first to kiss the other. But I was tonguing Jeremy’s mouth, right after he was just fucking some hoe bag down the hall. Realization came over me. I yanked my hand away and shoved Jeremy away from me, slapping him across his face. He laughed and sucked on his fingertips, like he had just enjoyed a scrumptious meal. Well, who needs a fresh pair of panties? Me!
    “Just what I remember you tasting like, perfection.” He walked past me into the bathroom. I turned to go back to my room. Slapping my palm against my forehead. Stupid, Nicole, real fucking stupid. I snatched up my towel and again headed for the bathroom, hoping that Mr. Free Sampling was done.
    As I reached for the door handle on the bathroom, the door opened inward. The cunt.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” Nina stood there staring at me in disbelief, popping out her hip, clutching the towel to her fake ass tits.
    “I fucking live here, what are you doing here?”
    “I’m with Jeremy, if you couldn’t figure that out already.”
    “Obviously, now get the fuck out of my way.” I shoved past her.
    “Don’t fucking touch me.” She went to lay her glossy red nails on me.
    “Nina!” Jeremy yelled up the stairwell. Her hand stopped mid-air. I’m sure he was standing at the bottom of them to ensure we didn’t claw each other’s eyes out.
    “Touch me, and I’ll break you, bitch. Don’t fuck with me. Just know that I’m onto you. ” I slammed the door in her face after making my parting shot.

JEREMY
    After my run in with Nicole, I quickly took a piss and made my way to the kitchen- with a big fucking grin on my face. She tends to do that to me. Why I’m trying to make her jealous with Nina, is beyond me. As I spotted my neatly folded cut on the kitchen table, the first thing that caught my eye was my now squeaky-clean patch. Fuck, Nic.
    I let out a long breath. If that wasn’t a way to an MC man’s heart, then I don’t know what the fuck is. I looked around the kitchen, spotless as usual. The entire house is always clean. My laundry is always folded and set on my bed; the house always smelling like fucking baked goods or a nice home cooked meal. You would have never guessed that a biker lived here. Chuckling to myself, I took a clean mug out of the dishwasher that I’m sure Nicole set on the four-hour delay last night. Her little habit, always yacking in my ear to conserve energy by running the washers at night. We act like a fucking married couple. Christ. 
    Then I heard the footsteps on the ceiling, Nicole was probably headed back to the bathroom. We should fucking talk this shit out. But with Nina here…
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” I heard Nina’s whiney voice.
    “Oh shit.” I walked to the bottom of the staircase, leaning one arm on the banister and one foot on the bottom step. Waiting for them to settle it out. As soon as the arguing stopped, I figured either they were making out or Nicole was choking Nina out. I chuckled at the latter image.
    “Nina!” I called for her. Minutes later, she came downstairs dressed in one of my black t-shirts, which was now knotted on her hip bone, along with the jean cut off shorts she was wearing yesterday.
    “Yes?” She put her hair up in one of those messy but cute looks. She sat at the table with a fresh cup of coffee.
    “I need to head to the clubhouse, have Church. You hang out and play nice- would you?”
    “Sure.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Why does she live with you?” My coffee mug paused at my lips. It’s too fucking early for this shit.
    “She’s my kid sister’s best friend. We go way back, alright? She’s here. She stays. Don’t ask again.”
    “Whatever. So the clubhouse, who’s all there?” Nina got up, putting her dirty mug into the kitchen sink. She is definitely no Nicole.
    “Everyone. Sunday is Church days. Meeting for all of us, MC members only, no associates whatsoever.”
    “I see. Well, what are we waiting for?”
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