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

into Church, Hunter and I were trying to enter the room at the same time, bumping shoulders. We both stared each other down. This motherfucker. I wanted to smack that stupid smirk he had right off his face.
    “You get control of Blondie last night?” He smirked at me. This motherfucker had balls, sidling up next to me. He had an inch or two on me, but I definitely had him in weight.
    “You know it, and maybe Nicole too since you so kindly dropped her off.” I couldn’t help myself. That’s when the first punch was thrown. Everyone sitting at the table at Church let us duke it out for a couple of minutes before ripping us off each other.
    “You fucking stay away from her,” Hunter yelled, splashing my shirt with red blood.
    “If she can keep her paws off me, Brother. She will always choose, come back, and rely on me. Either accept it or move the fuck on, Brother.” We bumped chests.
    “She isn’t yours, never was and never will be.”
    “Why don’t you let her decide that?” I wiped my busted lip, licking the blood.
    “Alright, pissing war is over, let’s fucking go. Take care of this shit another time, son. We have too much shit to cover.” Moretti called order. Hunter and I stared each other down for a few more seconds. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I clenched my fists at my sides, I felt as though the veins in my forearms were about to explode.
    I took my seat on the other side of my father.
    “Finally,” Charlie laughed.
    “Okay, we have shit going on. The Devil’s MC is quiet, especially after your little run in, Jeremy. Too fucking quiet, if you ask me. We need to tighten security. We did have another chapter spot a few Devil three-piece patches coming over the state border. I am thinking to keep things safe; we keep everything locked up tight. So accommodate yourself for a possible lock down here. With old ladies, kids and all. We aren’t going to risk anything, or anyone.” Everyone nodded in unison.
    My father slammed the hammer down on the block. As soon as I opened the door to leave, Nina was right there, trying to make herself look all of a sudden busy.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” I gripped the back of her arm and pulled her to the side.
    “I was seeing if you were done soon. I’m bored.” She popped her gum.
    “I don’t want to ever see you by that door again. Got me?” I glared down at her.
    “Sure. Do you have a room here?” Christ, could she not get enough of my dick?
    “Yeah babe, let’s go.” I escorted her to my room at the clubhouse, passing the back bar where Nicole was serving up a few of the guys. She was leaning over the sink, cleaning glasses. Her long ponytail hung down by her neck, the tips of her hair brushing her cleavage, which was hanging all out in the tank top she wore, swinging open as she moved her arms up and down. As she raised a sudsy hand to wipe her forehead, she looked up at me. Something crossed her face. I wasn’t sure if it was disappointment, hurt, or just plain pissed. Maybe all three, if that was possible. I continued down the hallway with Nina. Wishing she was Nicole.
    As soon as I shut the door, Nina had ripped off her skimpy top. Her hot pink lace bra encasing her double D’s soon followed. Nice. She shimmied out of her shorts and matching hot pink thong. After shrugging out of my cut, I removed the rest of my clothes, and I laid out on my bed. Nina crawled up my body, resting her knees between my legs. She sat back on her heels and bent over me, taking my dick into her mouth.
    “Fuck,” I groaned as she cupped my balls with one hand and fisted the shaft of my dick. I gripped her hair as I closed my eyes. Nina relaxed her throat, taking me further into her mouth. She started to hum while she found her rhythm.
    “Does that feel good, baby?” She said as she paused, looking up at me from my lap. I gripped her hair and pushed her face back down.
    “You know how to suck dick, I’ll give you that,” I chuckled, tucking my