Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Yes. Loud.
Yes. Filthy. Maybe even disgusting to some.
Yes. Wild.
This was home.
I scanned the crowd again, not looking for trouble, but out of habit. I didn’t become the President of the Kings of Anarchy by letting my guard down. Not even on a good night in my own territory would I not be on alert.
That’s when I noticed her.
The outlier.
She didn’t belong here.
Not in the modest black dress that ended just above her knees and a damn top to it that had a turtleneck. Who even wore those anymore? No, this bitch, with her hair twisted up and pinned back, looked like she was going to a funeral. She stood stiff near the edge of the party. With us, but not exactly. The look on her face was a baby deer that stumbled into a pack of hyenas. She was lost.
A prospect, probably Three, being too stupid to know better, allowed her in without checking her credentials I was sure of it. Tonight was for Pinky. I wouldn’t make a scene and send her packing until she gave me reason to. For now, she was simply on my radar.
I pushed off the beam I was leaning against, stalking through the crowd. Just before I could reach her, Tiny slid in front of me with his arm draped around a new club bunny, or his woman, I wasn’t sure which she was just yet. I knew she had the fucker chasing that tail though, and wearing a grin like he fucking owned the damn place.
Pinky was his cousin, he was celebrating for his family even harder than the rest of us, I was certain.
“You gonna sit on the sideline holdin’ that beam up all night, Prez? Or you gonna remind us who the fuck runs this shit?” He asked slapping me on the chest.
“Just watching,” I muttered, eyes still locked to the strange bitch.
Tiny followed my gaze, then let out a low whistle. “You know her?”
“No.”
His face lit up into a shit-eating grin, “then I call dibs.” Then he winked at the woman in his arms. It made me curious, but my instincts were already putting a stop to this shit.
“No, you don’t.”
He raised his brows, but didn’t question me further.
I didn’t know why I stopped him from heading over to her, or why I shut him down. She came through our doors. Even if it was written all over her body that she didn’t fit in, I wasn’t about to protect her from any of my brothers, or myself. At least normally I wouldn’t. Clearly, I hadn’t had enough to drink to stop anyone from anything with her. She was no one in my world.
And this was my world.
She turned before I could get closer, vanishing down the hallway that led to the bathrooms and a storage room.
Good.
Maybe she’d just leave. Maybe this was a cruel dare or a lost bet where her friends goaded her into being here. Whatever the reason, she didn’t belong here.
I drifted back into the crowd, back to the noise and body heat. The music had changed from the beginning of the party classic rock, to the hip hop jams requested by some of the bunnies, to something dirtier, slower, with a grind. The women moved like they knew it too. Their hips swayed seductively with hair sticking to sweat dampened necks was an intoxication all it’s own.
Maria, a tall brunette with golden toffee skin and a mouth made to suck dick walked straight up to me, putting her hands on my chest. “Thrasher,” she purred with her manicured nails tapping against the fabric of my shirt. “You wanna dance with me, or keep starin’ like you enjoy the show?”
I didn’t dance.
She knew it.
I knew it.
Fuck, everyone knew it.
I let her pull me toward the darker edge of the room, near a side wall where shadows gave the space a special allure. With her back to the wall, she pulled on my cut taking me in closer. Her mouth found mine without hesitation and I didn’t stop her. In fact, I welcomed it. Her tongue was hot, sweet with a hint of whiskey, and her breaths erratic. Her hips rocked against mine as I grabbed her thigh, wrapping it around my body, allowing her to feel my ever growing erection behind the denim of my jeans. She began grinding in a rhythm that matched the music and the pulse pounding through my veins. My hand curled in her hair, tugging it just enough to make her pull away and gasp before devouring her mouth once again. She arched for me, pressing her tits to my chest as I drank her in like a man dying in a desert.
My hand roamed up her thigh finding her pussy covered in lace. My fingers found their way to her slick hole as she moaned into my kiss.