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

hands behind my head.
    “Mmm hmm,” she hummed. Shit, I was almost there, and Nina knew it too.
    “Shit. Just like that.”
    My thighs tensed under her hands. She took me all the way down her throat, and that put me over the edge.
    “Fuck, Nicole.” My eyes rolling in the back of my head, starting to shoot my hot cum into her mouth, but Nina abruptly pulled away from me.
    “What the fuck!” she yelled, throwing a pillow at my face. I blocked it.
    “What! What do you mean, what the fuck?” I yelled at her.
    “You son of a bitch!” She put her panties and bra back on.
    “What the fuck did I do?” I asked, standing at the bottom of the bed, fucking pissed.
    “Oh please, like you don’t know?” She slid on her shorts and grabbed her top, stomping out of the room. I grabbed a pair of briefs, nearly tripping through my doorway, pulling them up.
    “Nina!” I yelled after her. She put her arms through her sleeves, and aggressively pulled her tank top down. Once we were out in the common area, everyone heard us yelling and was already awaiting our arrival, Nicole being apart of the crowd.
    “You fucking just called me Nicole while I was giving you head!” I halted, speechless. Oh fuck. My eyes shot over to Nicole. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide.
    “Ah shit. You know Nina…Nicole…they both start with N.” I scratched the back of my head, shrugging, trying to play that shit off. Nina stormed off to the back bar area.
    A couple catcalls rang out, I grinned and shrugged. Turning to walk back to my room, I caught Nicole’s stare, her glare traveling down my torso. I knew if Nicole were even remotely interested in anything, her right eyebrow would raise up. She didn’t notice me watching her as I crossed the room, her eyes following my body’s every move. Come on, baby; get that eyebrow up for me. Two point five seconds later, that perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. Fucking right.
     

Nicole
    Did I just hear that right? He said my name, while getting head from another broad. What a dickhead! I didn’t mean to gawk, but God has blessed said dickhead with a body like Gerard Butler in the movie 300. His tight black boxer briefs encased his cock bulge. Heaven, help me. I eyed his muscular thighs, and his tattoo “Moretti” in script along his lower abdomen. I don’t know why but hearing that he said my name during sex with someone else made me want him, although I really shouldn’t. Motherfucker.
    “Stare much?” Jeremy yelled across the room to me.
    “You fucking wish. Maybe you should have your club whores put their names on their forehead so you don’t confuse them with me.” He started to walk my way, and I stood my ground.
    “Maybe. Maybe I like wishing it was you I was fucking.” His eyes bored down into mine.
    Did he just really say that? I was left speechless.
    “Nicole, speechless?” He gasped as he put his hand to his mouth, all dramatic.
    “Don’t flatter yourself.” Rolling my eyes, I went to turn away from him. He grabbed the crook of my arm.
    “Ew, don’t fucking touch me. I don’t know where those hands have been.” I stepped away, swatting his tattooed knuckles away from me, resulting in his deep chuckle.
    “Unfortunately, they weren’t on you, that much I do know.”
    “What is wrong with you?” I eyed him. He’s acting funny. Oh my God, is he flirting? He eyed me up and down.
    “Your top is cut too low, don’t wear it at the bar anymore. You’re basically giving these guys a free show.” Okay, back to being a dickhead.
    “Yeah, okay. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again. They are just tits, it makes no difference. They’re mine to show off as I please.” I crossed my arms.
    “Well, someone might get the wrong impression.”
    “Like who?”
    “Hunter.” Jealous much?
    “Well, I’ll have you know Hunter likes my tits just fine.” That did him in. He gripped my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway and toward his room. “I’m not