Free Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 by Amo Jones

filled up. I changed, but it must still be there.”
    Shrugging my shoulders, I continue my reckless drinking while Vicky and I make plans for this weekend. Every now and then, I feel Ade’s leg brush up against mine and my body stiffens. Every time I stiffen, I hear a cocky chuckle come out of his mouth . Asshole .
     

     
    Right now, I’m well and truly drunk. Unlike my sex life, I’ve been drunk many other times since spring break. I’d rather spend nights drinking wine by myself in my undies while eating pizza than hitting the clubs.
    “Let’s dance,” I say to Vicky, pulling her up onto the dance floor.
    “Not on the pole, Kalie! I mean it,” I hear Ade shout out from his seat, and I roll my eyes at him.
    “No, do go on the pole, Kalie. I’ll sit down there and watch you do your thang,” Zane responds, smirking at Ade.
    I have no idea what they are on about.
    Vicky laughs. “Oh, don’t worry, Ade. What this girl does on the dance floor, will have strippers jealous.” He narrows his eyes in interest.
    She makes her way to the sound system and mumbles. “I’ll make her.” Then she comes over to me with a killer smile on her lips. The next thing I hear is The Weekend ‘Or Nah’ blasting through the speakers. She sits on a seat and points to herself.
    “Do me, come on. You know you want to.”
    I smirk, looking to Ade, and then shrug. Dancing is something I love to do. Sometimes I have to rub up on famous men for their video clips, so I’m pretty sure I can do my best friend. Slowly I dance and adjust myself to the beat, giving Vicky a lap dance to the dirty lyrics of the song. It’s somewhat empowering to know that you can bring a man to his knees just by shaking your ass around him. Following the baseline behind the song, I drop myself low and push my ass into Vicky’s lap. I don’t even get halfway through the song before I see Ade stand from his seat with a smile and make his way to me.
    He pulls me into him. “Really? Do you really think it’s smart to shake that fine ass all over the place ? Here ?” he asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
    I shrug. “Right now, I don’t really care.”
    He grabs onto my hand and pulls me toward the exit door.
    “Ade Nixon, I’m getting real tired of your caveman shit with my bridesmaid,” Vicky yells from the dance floor. Ade turns around and flips her off.
    We move outside and a shiver runs over my body. Why the hell did I not bring a jacket? He takes off his black and white flat cap, pulls his hoodie off, and throws it on me before placing the hat backward onto his head. He’s in his usual, at least I think it’s his usual, white T-shirt with his MC cut over the top, loose fitting jeans that hang off him nicely, and black army combat boots. The flat cap gives him an edge, an edge I’d happily jump off just to view that face on top of me while I’m feeling his dick pushing into me. I bring my drink up to my lips, a smile playing on them. I can be a little naughty when Ade is around.
    “Thanks,” I say, smiling at him while taking another sip of my drink.
    “I finally get you alone,” he replies with a smirk, sitting on the second step and leaning back on his elbow.
    I laugh. “I think that scares me a little,” I say while taking a seat on the second step with him.
    He looks to me and cocks his head back. “Who me? Fuck no! I’m not scary at all.” Sarcasm laced through the tone of his voice.
    I laugh again. “I really was hoping that you wouldn’t remember me.”
    His face falls serious. “Why? I usually don’t. You though? There’s no way I’d forget, that ass is etched into my skull for life,” he replies playfully.
    I smack him on the shoulder. “Stop,” I say laughing and taking another drink while looking out to the dark night.
    “Are you going to ask me if I have a boyfriend before you continue to play caveman with me?” I ask raising an eyebrow.
    He laughs and looks at me, running his pierced tongue over the two