Free Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2) by Sam Crescent Page B

had shaved, waxed, and buffed to the
point of boredom on her part. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she let
out a sigh. “This is the best it’s going to get.”
    “Tempe, Richard’s here. Are you ready?” Jay asked,
knocking on the door.
    “I’ll be right out.”
    Clasping her hands together in front of her, she
counted to ten, and even as she was shaking with nerves, she made herself open
the door, and walk out to the two waiting men. They both turned to greet her,
and she offered them both a smile.
    Richard moved toward her, and her heart started to
pound at the intense look he was giving her. She’d never seen him react like
that.
    “You’re fucking beautiful.” He wrapped a hand around
her waist, gripping the flesh of her ass, and tugging her close.
    She gasped at the press of his dick, and then his lips
as he claimed her mouth. With the possession of his kiss, she was pleased she
hadn’t put any lipstick on. It would have been a waste of time, anyway.
    He’d have wiped it off the first chance he got.
    Arousal flooded her pussy, and she gasped as Jay moved
up behind her. His cock ground against her ass as he caught her waist. He
sucked on her neck.
    Both men surrounded her, and she loved it.
    Closing her eyes, she tilted her head, still kissing
Richard even as she gave Jay easy access to her neck.
    Richard let go, stroking her cheek. “I love the
dress.”
    “Thank you.”
    “I want to stay in, and remove it from your body.” Jay
laid his hand flat on her stomach, moving down.
    Sneaking out from between them, she shook her head.
“Not going to happen. We’re supposed to be going dancing.”
    “Tonight is going to be torture, and you’re doing it
on purpose.” Jay groaned, reaching toward her, and she dodged his touch.
    “Everything is staying in our pants tonight.” She made
her way toward the door. “Who is driving?” she asked.
    “I am,” Richard said. “I may as well. I know where
we’re going.” He held up a set of keys, and she couldn’t help but shiver,
recalling how good his hands were caressing over her body. “Your eyes give away
your thoughts, baby.”
    They didn’t linger in her apartment for long. She sat
in the passenger seat, much to Jay’s obvious disappointment.
    Richard drove them toward the club, and she listened
as both men talked. They actually got along really well, and she found it
funny, watching them. Both men couldn’t be more different, and yet they were
talking as if they had been friends a long time ago.
    “How’s Mandy?” she asked, when conversation took a
silent turn.
    “She’s in therapy. She needs to be in a white room.”
    “You can’t tell us what happened to her?”
    “No. I really can’t. It was fucked up.”
    “Is this about that your club does, the BBMC?” she
asked. She had done a great deal of research, and even though a lot of it was
speculation, she read between the lines. Mandy was clearly one of the many
victims they had saved over the years.
    “BBMC? What does that stand for?” Jay asked.
    “Billionaire Bikers motorcycle club, right?”
    “Correct,” Richard said. “You did your research.” He
glanced over at her, and she smiled.
    “You left your jacket, and I was curious. I’ve got a
curious mind. It’s a flaw.”
    “We help people, women that have been taken against
their will,” Richard said. “That is all I’m going to tell you, and if you
repeat a word, your lives will be turned into living hell.”
    “Fuck, a bit overkill,” Jay said.
    “I wouldn’t say anything.”
    “I know you wouldn’t,” Richard said. “I can’t
guarantee him in the back.”
    “Hey, I won’t say anything either. If we’re going to
do this together, you need to learn to have a little faith.”
    “Fine, then it’s something that can be earned along
with everything else that we’re doing.”
    Licking her lips, Temperance glanced out of the
window. “Did you take the contracts for the O’Brian