Free Desolate Souls (Forgotten Souls MC, #1) by Kira Johns Page B

a new ally.”
    I nod my head in agreement. If Paul crosses The Forgotten Souls, it will be the last thing he ever does.
    “Now his girl on the other hand, she’s a fuckin’ looker.”
    “Yeah? You already thinking of tappin’ that shit?” I ask, amused. Deuce is always looking to bang some chick, although I’m not much better.
    “Not sure yet. She’s got this whole innocent thing about her but obviously she’s gonna work here. Somethin’ doesn't add up.”
    “What’s she look like?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
    “Dark hair, bright blue eyes and a rack that makes me want to bury my face between her tits for weeks. And that ass, man! Tight as fuck and boy do I wanna ride that thing all night long.”
    “So Paul may be losing his girl?” I ask, throwing my head back in a fit of laughter.
    “She ain’t really his girl. She’s his roommate or some shit. Fucker told me he’s getting it from her and on the side. If he plays, you know she does too. Well, I'm done here for the day. Let’s lock this place up and head back to the club. I need to lighten my load after all the ass and tits today,” he says, standing.
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    Three Weeks Later
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    I am not just tired, I am downright exhausted. Closing a deal with Los Lobos took more negotiating than I had thought. Two weeks being cooped up with those fuckers was more than just an adventure. I can still smell fuckin’ burritos and enchiladas wafting off me. I need a shower and some fuckin’ pussy.
    Stepping inside the clubhouse, I spot Deuce banging some chick on one of the pool tables while she sucks Blaze’s dick. This is exactly why club whores will never become ol’ ladies. No one wants a worn out bitch that will take anyone’s cock that’s willing to give it to her.
    “Was wonderin’ when you’d show your face again!” Deuce chuckles, unaffected by the fact that he is slamming into some whore and talking to me. “Did you close?”
    “Yeah,” I call out to him, reaching across the bar for the bottle of whiskey underneath. I don't bother with a glass, popping the top and taking a swig. With the bottle in my hand, I walk over to where he and Blaze are. “How are things here?”
    “Well Trix is pissed for starters,” he laughs. “But what else is new?”
    “What happened now?” I ask, taking a seat in one of the stools against the wall.
    “Paul’s girl. He wasn’t lying about that bitch,” he pauses, groaning loudly as he reaches his climax. He pulls out and motions to Beast who steps into the space Deuce just abandoned, slamming his dick into the whore’s ass.
    Deuce rolls off the condom and tosses it onto the floor, knowing one of the club whore’s will take care of it later. “You’ve gotta see her, man. I kid you not, she knows her way around a pole.”
    “Oh yeah?” I ask, intrigued. Deuce rarely gets excited about a piece of pussy, but this girl has him acting like a damn teenage boy.
    “She takes fully nude to a whole new level.”
    “I thought you said she has that innocent look to her?” I ask, perplexed. A person can’t be both.
    “She does and yet she got up on that stage and had my dick standin’ at attention in seconds.”
    “So she's a whore and an actress. What’s the big deal?” I've met plenty of them over the years. Women playing the whole innocent thing and when you get them in the bedroom, their pussy is so worn out it’s a wonder you can even get off.
    “That’s the thing, I don’t think it’s an act.” I almost spit the whiskey from my mouth. “I talked to her, man, before and after her set. She doesn't like being up there. I could see it in her eyes, like doing it fucks with her head or something.”
    “Then why does she do it?”
    He shrugs. “Not sure. Maybe she doesn't have a choice. Overheard Paul talkin’ to her. Told her he wasn't makin’ the money he was expecting. That’s bullshit, man. Fucker scored big the last two weeks and I know for a fact