Free In Too Deep (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) by Eva Dell Page B

these as you want.”

    “And the same price?” someone else said, it sounded like the younger biker.

    “Yep, same price. I can even knock some off depending on how many you need.”

    “We’ll see how this batch does then yeah we might up our order next time.”

    “All right,” Big Dave said. “Let’s go back inside then and have a drink to celebrate.”

    Amber spun around and sprinted back to the garage, dumped the trash bag she was holding into the corner, and hurried inside.

    She was wiping the bar top with a rag when they came back, not even a minute later. The bikers took a seat at a booth and Big Dave came over to her.

    He asked her if she left some trash outside. It was amazing how a man that took so little pride in his appearance could be such a neat freak when it came to his bar. He noticed any little thing that was out of place.

    “Yeah,” she said. “it’s busy in here so I just put it out there for now. I’ll take it out to the dumpster later.”

    “Ok, that’s fine.” He was in a good mood because normally he would be pissed about something like that. “Bring us a bottle of whiskey and some glasses will ya.” Then he added, “Bring one for yourself too.”

    When she brought the whiskey over, they were all laughing at something. She set everything down and started pouring shots.

    “Amber,” Big Dave said. “Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Clutch.” He pointed to the younger blonde one. “And that shifty bastard over there is called Free-ball.”

    Free-ball was sitting on the outside edge of the booth and he grabbed her and pulled her down into his lap. “Where the hell do you find these girls, fat man? She could be a damn model.”

    “I know. That one’s special,” he said. “Let’s drink!”

    They all picked up their shots and Amber said, “What are we drinking to?”

    Clutch, sitting next to Free-ball, said “To new experiences,” He turned and looked her in the eye again and downed his whiskey.

    They had two more shots each and she could feel it going to her head. Amber let Free-ball get up to go pee and when she sat back down she scooted around so that she was right next to Clutch, her leg touching his.

    “Hi,” she said.

    He laughed. “Hi, yourself.”

    “What’s so funny?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Hey,” Big Dave said, “go get us some beers.”

    When she returned with the beers, Free-ball was back and he’d grabbed one of the other waitresses who was now sitting on his lap. Big Dave was on the other side of the booth and he made no move let her in. It was always a big production for him to go from sitting to standing so the chances of him getting up to let her in to sit next to Clutch were slim.

    “Heads up,” she said. “I’m coming over.”

    She set the beers down, turned around and put her butt on the edge of the table, hopped back onto it and then spun around, lifting her legs to make sure she didn’t knock anything over. Sitting in the middle of the table, facing Clutch now, she said to him, “You think you can pull me the rest of the way, cowboy?”

    He laughed again then grabbed behind each of her calves and pulled her hard. She sprung forward and rested on the edge of the table in front of him, legs spread with a foot on either side of his body.

    “My hero,” she said.

    He turned her sideways then lifted her up off the table and down on to his lap. The ease with which he did it startled her.

    He said, “It doesn’t take much to impress you does it.”

    “I don’t know, it depends.”

    She squirmed around in Clutch’s lap and she could feel him getting hard against her ass.

    Free-ball looked up from his girl and said to Big Dave, “It’s a nice little joint you have here.”

    “Thanks,” he said, looking a little left out, but Amber didn’t care at the moment.

    Clutch gripped her thighs beneath the table, his hands rough and powerful. She placed her hands, much smaller, on his, then leaned back against