Free 4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde

Horsemen MC
    (Sons of San Merced)
     
    By Ava Bonde
    Copyright 2013 Ava Bonde
    All Rights Reserved
     
     
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    PROPERTY OF SMMC
     
     
     
    I heard the sounds before I saw them. The room shook with vibrations and the roar of angry engines, bringing about a quick end to my slumber. Crawling out of bed, I peered out my window curious to see what was happening. Circling in the normally quiet cul-de-sac were at least a dozen big deafening motorcycles. My eyes glanced from one to another, but ultimately fell on the bike at the center of the ruckus, a particularly big, custom, and chrome covered ride with an equally impressive man astride it. Behind him, arms wrapped around tightly, I watched the leggy and attractive blond slide off the seat.
    My mother, Jenna.
    I was born when she was just sixteen, the product of yet another of her awful and abusive relationships. My father was a car thief, and when his line of work landed him in prison, she moved right on to the next bad guy. I grew up watching the never ending stream of awful men. Drug dealers, a scary Italian with lots of scary friends, a tattoo artist, and now this. Trust good old mom to get involved with a bunch of bikers. She’d done it once before. A huge biker named Mick had taught me to ride his hog at the delicate age of sixteen… This was no big surprise.
    The big man on the bike stepped off as well, grabbing my mom up viciously, pulling her hair back as he planted an obscene kiss. The men circling hooted and hollered as he groped my mother mercilessly, and it was clear she was just putty in his big dirty hands. He let her go, throwing her to the asphalt before mounting his metal steed, riding it straight through the circling crowd without any hesitation. The group broke off their little single ring circus, disappearing into the night.
    Mom stood up slowly, clearly drunk. Her hair was a mess, her blouse was torn in a way that didn’t seem unintentional, and the micro miniskirt she was wearing rode up high enough to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear as she stumbled up to our little two bedroom bungalow in a tall pair of red heels. Embarrassingly, neighbors were peeking out of their own doors and windows watching the whole thing…
    I ran to the door, unlocking things as she slumped against the outer security screen, finally letting her spill into the entryway. Mom wasn’t being very modest, staring up and giving me a little smile of thanks from the tile floor.
    “What the hell was that Mom?” I asked, a little bit of anger welling up to hide the embarrassment. Mom looked away demurely. It was easy to see what men saw in her. She was 35 now, but barely looked old enough to drink. Her skin was flawless, her eyes beautiful, her body carved straight out of marble. Long legs, curved hips, ample breasts… I should know, I inherited all of those features and I spent almost every day at college wishing guys would stop hitting on me so I could get some school work done.
    “That… Was the San Merced Motorcycle Club,” mom said, letting out a little happy sigh. “I spent all night with them baby, and it was soooooooo fun!”
    “You’re drunk, mom.”
    “YUP!” she replied, laughing.
    “Who was that guy?”
    “Oh… You saw him?” mom asked, aloof.
    “Mom, the whole neighborhood saw him. He practically ripped our clothes off right in the street!”
    “Ooh… I would have liked that…”
    “What, are you two dating now?”
    “Him? Oh god no! Not him!” mom said laughing a bit too hard.
    “Well why was he all over you then?” I asked, instantly regretting the question.
    “I’ve got to fuck him!”
    “MOM,” I shouted, my face flushing red.
    “Grow up Penny. You’re 18, stop acting like a baby girl.”
    She treated me more like a college roommate