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

wasn’t much ‘head room’. Instead, I turned my head sideways and slid my tongue up and down the thick shaft, jerking him lightly between lashes from my wet mouth. He was so close…
    “She’s eager, that’s for sure,” Famine said, laughing from above the table. I looked over, placing my free hand on his leg and sliding it up to his own straining erection.
    “Very eager!”
    “Mmmmmm…” I replied in affirmative, pulling War’s cock to the side and engulfing the tip. That was all it took. The teasing and stroking and gentle licks had driven him to the wall, and my hot mouth sliding him in past my lips turned him into jello. Splashes of hot seed rolled across my tongue, sliding down my throat. Excited shouts were cheering above as I slipped free, the only one who seemed disappointed was Famine, my hand leaving him behind.
    War seemed pleased with himself, and a shot of tequila was waiting for me as I hopped back into his lap. A lick of salt mixed with the smoky salty flavor in my mouth, the tequila washed it all down, and a suck of lime freshened me up. I fell into War, his breath still coming in deep gasps, and kissed him.
    “Anybody that eager gets my vote,” Famine said, slapping the table and calling for another round. Conquest also looked pleased. Death on the other hand seemed disinterested in the whole exchange, still silent at the corner of the table. He seemed to be watching the room with an unwavering interest, eyes on the exits.
    “What now?” I asked, eager to please.
    “Famine is easy, and War is a pushover. You’ll have a better chance of hell freezing over than getting a vote out of Death here. If you want to ride with the Horsemen, you’re going to have to go through me…”
    I stared at conquest, biting my lower lip ever so lightly. No question, he was going to be a harder nut to crack.
    “I forbid you to fuck her War. You don’t so much as touch this one until I give you the OK.”
    War was silent, and suddenly, his hand wasn’t gripping my thigh. My body yearned for him, I’d waited days, there was no way some big biker was going to stand between me and MY big biker.
    “I can change your mind,” I said, my voice dripping with sex.
    The table hooted again, but a tap from the edge drew everyones attention.
    Death was on the move.
    “Three Vamos, two on the exits.”
    I stared, my eyes widening at the sound of the voice. Death was no man!
    “They can’t be making a move now.”
    “Tell that to the big one coming to visit.”
    War lifted me off his lap, setting me down beside him, his body shielding my view. I felt a twinge of fear, but also, a spark of excitement.
    “Petraus, you look lost. Dirty Dogs is ours,” Conquest said firmly at the approaching man. He was hispanic, stocky but broad shouldered with full sleeve tattoos running down his arms.
    “We’ve done a lot of business Conquest. You know why I’m here.”
    “No shipments for a few weeks, you’re going to have to tell the Vamos not to get their panties in a bunch.”
    “That’s the thing, I hear you’ve got a crate dropping sooner than that.”
    “You hear wrong, and it wouldn’t be any of your business either way,” Conquest spat. War shifted in his seat, a tension roiling over the table.
    “Vamos is making it our business. You can’t just cut us out on this. If you want a war…”
    “You’ll get your drop in a few weeks, I told you Petraus, this one has nothing to do with you.”
    “Is Vamos supposed to take your word for it?”
    “If they know what’s good for them.”
    “Is that a threat?”
    “It’s a promise…”
    All eyes turned to Death, her voice bleeding with malice, the cannon of a handgun pointed across the table and unquestionably loaded.
    “I came unarmed. You may as well shoot me because there will be hell to pay for this.”
    “You tell Vamos to stay out of San Merced. You’ll get your shipment in two weeks. Until then, if I see you again, I’m going to cut your balls off. Do