Free 4 Horsemen Prequel, Jenna's War (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde Page A

the table in the corner.
    The Four Horsemen…
    Conquest was the easiest to identify next to War. He wasn’t as big, but the way he carried himself made him clearly the most dangerous of the whole group. It wasn’t all muscle under those clothes, Conquest looked like he might have been made out of stone. There was something in his posture and smile that you might expect to see in an animal about to strike. He was a predator, and I was nothing but a pitiful little mouse in his presence…
    Famine was to his left. Dark, but he looked positively friendly by comparison to War and Conquest. His curly hair hung down and gave him an almost innocent charm, although the scars and tattoos clearly shattered that illusion. I gave him a little smile, turning my head to look at the last of the group as I approached.
    Death was a mystery. I’d never heard him say a word, and the skull handkerchief he kept constantly tied round his face served only to make him terrifying. His thin limbs and tall body structure might have made him look like a weakling among giants, but the cannon of a gun sticking out of his vest silenced any snickering. Death didn’t look dangerous, he was dangerous. The nickname wasn’t a coincidence, it was a promise.
    “Beginning to think you might not show,” War said, greeting me as I reached the table. He pulled me in, lifting me effortlessly and depositing me on his lap. I gasped as one of his hands swept straight up my thigh, brushing my miniskirt higher than I intended it to ride. It wasn’t hard to imagine anyone on the other side of the table staring straight inside, but Conquest seemed to have no trouble meeting my eyes.
    “War says you want to ride with the Horsemen…”
    I tried to force a smile, matching Conquest’s steely gaze. This was no normal date, and he knew it. Today, the Horsemen had all the power. In their hands, I was nothing more than a plaything.
    “Go easy on her Conquest. I like this one,” War replied, giving my inner thigh a solid squeeze with his positively monolithic slab of a hand. I whimpered softly.
    I’d been fantasizing about this moment all week. What tests would they have for me? What would I have to do? Why did this turn me on so much?
    Now, I was nervous.
    “I… I like War…”
    “Oh yes, I can tell,” whispered famine, his voice barely audible under the steady thump of music. “He’s practically stroking your pussy over there. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    I went red. I’d been dating bad boys as long as I’d been dating, but these guys were something else. My whole body tingled, voice caught in my throat.
    “Be a doll then, why don’t you repay the favor,” Famine said, leaning back in his seat.
    The table went silent, watching me. I could feel his cock. It had been rapidly growing against my thigh ever since I sat down in his lap. I reached out, hammering someone’s abandoned shot on the table, slamming it back down before letting my hand slip down to my manly seat.
    War’s breath washed over my neck as I gripped his massive shaft through his jeans, stroking him through the denim in front of my little exclusive audience. It felt degrading to follow orders like this, but, I’d never felt more alive.
    “Good girl…” War whispered, his voice soft in my ear.
    “Another round of shots!” Famine shouted, a hesitant waitress shaking her hips as she brought up a row of tiny glasses. I kept right on stroking War, flush with embarrassment as the young waitress gave me a disapproving look.
    It wasn’t going to take much longer. My practiced hands knew what it took to make a man happy, and as the shots kept coming, I kept getting more bold in my actions, working his button fly and pulling him free of the denim just below the table.
    The men seemed interested in what would happen next, and a little hoot and holler went on as I slipped under the table. This wasn’t going to be easy. For one, War was extremely well equipped, and for two, there