Free The Wild Mustang (Dale Jackson Series Book 1) by JD Anders

Chapter 1
     
    Christ, I thought Cali was hot! This Arizona heat really beats ya down. Even on this bike in the breeze, I can feel it against my back and its worse when you’re wearing leathers. I’m in Arizona somewhere getting off this highway and pulling into some damn town I don’t know. Just need a good long drink, a good meal, and a hot wet slit to slide into. That’s not asking much, I don’t think. This is your typical small town and you can tell right away because everyone is looking at me now, like I’m some sort of freak. Hey look at the biker, the creepy dude in town. Let’s call the cops! You fucks don’t know shit and what it’s like to really live. I’m free and you’ll never be, trapped in your comfortable lives without a care in the world. Sucks to be you don’t it?
    I ride though the center of town past the typical shops, a gas station, and a diner and pull up to a bar on the outskirts of town. It seems busy with lots of trucks and a couple of bikes too. This is my type of place and this is where the hot women will be. My stomach is rumbling and I need that drink now. My cock is aching in my jeans and I need a pair of lips wrapped around it, like Jill back in Cali. The way her mouth went up and down on my hard shaft and her moans as I fucked her over and over again before coming all over her tits. I had way too much whiskey that night but boy, was it worth it. God, I’m such a damn bastard but my life is so screwed up now, I gotta live. I pull my bike up and put the kickstand down and look up at the sign with the neon beer flashing next to it. The Wild Mustang? Who the hell names a bar something that lame? Oh well, I can’t complain. I need that beer and a good meal and this is as good as anything. I’ve been in worse places than this joint.
    I lean back on my bike a bit and open my shirt up to get some air. It’s sticky hot out here and it must be over 100 now , even with the sun goin down. I watch the typical hicks walk into the bar with their ball caps, all wanting to get laid.  A nice looking brunette walks past me with a super tight leather skirt on and she smiles before going into the bar. Now if there’s more women in this place that looks like that, I’ve got it made tonight. I take a small pack out of my saddle bag and carry it with me inside. There’s some things you just can’t leave on a bike.
    I walk inside and find a free table. I slide into the chair and stretch out my legs to get rid of the kinks. A cute barmaid with the typical shorts, T-shirt, and short boots, comes up to me.
    “What ya havin?” she said, as she passed a menu over to me.
    I’ll have whatever is on tap in a glass to start.” I said. I took the menu and glanced over the burger section quickly. “Yeah, and a cheeseburger I guess.”
    She yelled a bit over the blare of the band playing typical country tunes. “Coming right up.”
    I sat back and had a good long look around the bar. It was your basic place, a couple of pool tables, a few hot looking women like the chick in the mini skirt, and your average guys drinking beer while being obnoxious.  I have a look over at the bar and that’s when I saw her. The blond with long wavy hair, the white tank top covering her amazing looking chest. The fabric just clung to her like a second skin. I was lost in her blue eyes as she worked the bar, pouring beers. She glanced up for a second and her eyes met mine but she went back to her work. She moved out from behind the bar and passed me to another area of the bar with her tray. I got a good long look of her legs. She was toned, and those legs went up forever. She had on tight frayed jean shorts that covered her sweet ass. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to peel those shorts off and just slide into her, pull her hair back, and fuck her. She was just incredible looking. Had I been riding my bike and saw her, I would have hit a tree.
    “Hey buddy, want to play a game of pool?” said a voice.
    “Huh?”