Free Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) by Jamie Begley Page A

Why?” Glaring at him , she unsuccessfully tried to punch him again.
    “You’re going to get mad.”
    “I’m already mad. I passed mad when you hurt me.”
    “I’m sorry.” This time his thumb rubbed against her high cheekbone. He regretted being so rough with her, not knowing she was a virgin.
    “So why did you lie?” Sex Piston refused to be charme d by the obviously experienced Stud.
    “Several of the brothers want to get to know the women in your crew bette r— ” he began to explain.
    “You mean they want to fuck them ,” she corrected him.
    “Yeah, well , that too, but those bitches won’t make a move without your okay, so I figured that if you thought that we had fucked, you’d loosen your hold of them. You couldn’t tell them no when you thought you had fucked me. You know, kind of like lead by example kind of thing.”
    Sex Piston just stared at him for his lame ass reasoning. She could tell that he was expecting another punch for his answer , but she didn’t try to hit him. She was too hurt. She sucked in her breath, lowering her lashes so that he couldn’t see the truth of her feelings.
    “Well , it worked, didn’t it? You should be happy with yourself. You and your buddies got what you wanted. Now, let me up. I’m going home.” Sex Piston tried to get off his lap again.
    “You’re going to stay the night here then I’ll take you home in the morning ,” Stud stated.
    Sex Piston ’s lips tightened at the man who she had mistakenly gone to bed with. Her temper let fly and she went nuts before he could react. Her hands went to his throat, gripping it tightly as her thumb pressed down on his windpipe. “Motherfucker, you used me being drunk so that you could manipulate me into doing what you wanted so that your lame ass brothers could get laid. Then you expect me to stay and let you fuck me over again? I wouldn’t have fucked you tonight if I hadn’t thought I already had. Why would I waste myself on you?”
    Stud’s hands came to her wrists , jerking her hands away before turning and lying her down on the couch and then raising her struggling hands over her head.
    “There she is . The bitch couldn’t resist coming out, could she, Sex Piston? I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I didn’t do it for my brothers. I did it for myself. I didn’t pour that Tequila down your throat, but I took fucking advantage of it. You’ve been keeping me at a distance for months, both as the president of the Destructors and as a man. You knew I was attracted to you, yet you weren’t about to let me close. So, hell yes, I took advantage when I had the opportunity. I’d do it again.” The charming womanizer was gone. In his place was a man determined to get what he wanted, despite the methods he had to use.
    Sex Piston stopped struggling , reluctantly listening to his words. He was right; she had noticed his interest and ignored it, not wanting to get involved in another relationship that would lead nowhere.
    She opened her mouth to let him have it again , but he forestalled her by taking her mouth in a storm of sensation that had her body rethinking about fucking him again.
    H is hand slid the zipper of her jumpsuit down to find the tip of her breast. He stroked the tip with his thumb while his mouth left hers to take it in his mouth.
    Her hips arched as the ache of need returned. Her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled again. Sex Piston began to wonder that if sex the first time with him was so freaking good, just how good it would be the second time. Her body began to get even more excited at the thought of doing him again, despite him being a jerk. The son of a bitch knew how to fuck.
    “We cool?”
    Sex Piston refused to answer him.
    H is hand slid under the leather of her outfit, finding her pussy and plunging a finger inside her with no warning.
    Damn. She felt herself weakening as he stroked her, the tender flesh stirring her passion higher, into a need that had her convincing herself