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  “Oh Myyyy Gawd,” he groans and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. He sits at the table and leans forward to put his hand on his forehead. I jump in quickly to keep trying to persuade him. He’s getting weaker, only a little more and he will give in.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! I can soooo help you! Totally, I promise to stay out of your way. I promise, pleeease,” I whine. I will beg if needed. This could be my mini vacation I desperately need and can’t afford by myself. Not only that but I will get to see London and 2 Piece.

  He shakes his head and chews on the inside of his lip for a second. “Fine, you can tag along. Only if you stay out of my business, no poking nose in Niko’s stuff. I will be helping Cain’s motorcycle club with a problem, so you can see London.” I squeal and jump into his lap to hug him. He just made my whole day, hell, my whole week.

  “Awesome! Thank you! So, um, when exactly do we leave?” I ask and stand back up off his lap. He glances at his silver-colored watch then looks back at me.

  “In forty-two minutes.” I blink a few times and process what he said.

  “Shit! Okay, I’m packing right now! Call the shop for me and tell Dillian I have to fly home to Florida for an emergency and I’m sorry. I’ll be back as soon as possible,” I call out as I run to my closet and start yanking clothes off hangers quickly.

  I throw random shirts and a hoodie on the bed and go through my cheap plastic drawers to grab shorts, panties and a few pairs of socks. I turn to pack and some black material catches my eye. I turn back slowly and pull the material out to hold it in front of me. Yep, this dress too. If we go out anywhere, I am totally wearing this shit. It’s a short, fitted dress with a flowy bottom that lands mid-thigh on me. It has a hot pink, satin strip that runs down one side of it and it is my favorite dress in the whole wide world. I grab my bag and dump my school books on the middle of my bedroom floor. I walk to my bathroom and stuff all of my toiletries into my purple backpack. Oh! Pink and blue nail polishes? Yep. Never know when you might want to paint your toe nails. I zip my bag up, throw it over my shoulder and snatch my weekender bag off my bed. I stuff my clothes in quickly and head back to Niko. He smiles and nods when he sees me.

  “Not bad, Bean, but are you going in your pajamas?”

  I look down. Fuck, I still have on pajamas. I give him a sheepish grin and hold up one finger. I turn around and take off running to change. I hear him laugh loudly from the other room and it brings a smile to my face. Crazy man has called me ‘Bean’ after coffee beans since I made him his first cup of coffee. I throw on my daisy duke jean shorts and a black fitted t-shirt and make my way to the front door. Niko smiles and high-fives me on my way out of my apartment.

  “Let’s get this road trip started!” I say when I climb into his blue Silverado. I routinely plug my phone in and turn on my playlist. I am the automatic DJ each time I ride with him. He learned not to touch the radio because I will not hesitate to smack his hand out of the way or titty twist him. I select ‘The Rockafeller Skank’ by Fatboy Slim and turn the volume up. I buckle my seat belt then turn to face Niko with a huge smile on my face. I’m met with his own vast smile and he starts bopping his head to the beat. He pulls out onto the main road. Only sixteen hours ‘til Texas!

  2 Piece

  Chapter 3

  I hear some catcalling and look over at the brothers. They are busy watching out one of the bays of the garage. I take a swig of my longneck and make my way over to them. It’s probably just a new club slut or somethin’. We will all fuck her, so not much to get too wound up over.

  “Look at dat ass, man!” Smiles says excitedly and rubs his hands together like he’s about to get to touch it or some shit.

  “I’ll take her off that Russian’s hands and keep her busy,” Capone says and smiles wolfishly. I wonder if Tate showed up for an impromptu visit. If he hears the brothers talk about Emily that way though, he will end up busting someone’s knees out.

  “Nah, anybody tappin’ that shit, it’ll be me or 2 Piece, bet,” Ares grumbles, shaking his head and I gaze out into the lot to discover what they are talking about.

  I see Niko’s giant Russian ass standing next to his truck talkin’ to Cain and next to him is a shorty with light brown hair and an ass those dukes were fuckin’ made for.

  She jumps up and down excitedly and talks with her hands. Might as well get my foot in the door, in case she’s not Niko’s and I can hit it. I set my beer down on the concrete. I grin mischievously at the brothers and they shake their heads at me. They know if I get a hold of her first, their chances all drop significantly. They won’t get to test her out until I’m all done and bored with her. I walk toward them and Cain glances at me. I give him a small smirk and he grins. Fucker probably knows why I’m heading over here. Niko turns toward me. When he notices it’s me, he smiles.

  “Ah! 2 Piece, how’s it going?” I grin and nod at him. He puts his hand out and we do a formal handshake as a sign of respect since we belong to different affiliations. The Mafia likes to keep everything formal and business like if you aren’t a part of their family. They have dialed it down a few notches with us, since Tate and Cain are pretty close now. I’m glad it’s his ass dealing with the Mafia and not mine. I’m not trying to get all wound up with them. People think bikers are crazy, Mafia Bosses can be just as ruthless.

  “‘Sup man!” I say and the brunette spins to face me.

  A wide smile spreads across her face and she sprints the few feet between us, coming straight for me. Holy shit, it’s Avery! I bear down when she jumps into my arms and the brothers start hootin’ and hollerin’ behind me. I hear a few send out some loud wolf whistles. I probably look like a pimp right now. None of them know I’ve been with Avery a few times already. I always kept her to myself when she would visit and very few people have met her. The only one who really knows how much time she and I have spent together is Cain or London. Ares has run into her from time to time when she was sneaking down the hallway in the clubhouse. She beams up at me and I grin down at her gorgeous face.

  “‘Sup, Shorty,” I rasp. Damn, she’s already got me worked up a little. I swallow and wet my lips. She watches me do it, then copies me and licks her lips.

  She glances into my eyes then stares back at my mouth. I love that this bitch is wild for me when she’s around. I dip my head in a small nod and she leans in. Our lips meet and the feelings completely consume my entire body. I’ve kissed her many times when we’ve been together in the past. It seems like my lips miss hers more and more each time we are apart. I wrap both my arms tighter around her so she’s molded along the front of me and she yanks on my hair hard as she kisses me. She sucks on my top lip and pulls it with her teeth. I yank my head back and dip back in for a forceful kiss. Avery likes me to get a little kinky with her sometimes. My left hand goes under her ass and I grip her thigh tightly. She moans as I flex my fingers roughly against her skin. She makes me instantly hard and I want to lay her down on the hood of the truck. I want to spread her legs wide and fuck her so hard to make up for the lost time. She pulls away and I kiss down her neck and suck in some spots until she giggles.

  I lift my head up leisurely. My scruff tickles her throat, as I move until I get close to her ear where I whisper, “I’ve missed you, Shorty.” I glide her down my body easily and hold her steady until she gets her bearings. She blushes a little on the apples of her cheeks and it makes a few of her adorable freckles stick out more. She looks up at me through her eyelashes with her bedroom eyes and I grit my teeth.

  “I’ve missed you, too, 2 Piece,” she says softly. Nikoli places his hand on my shoulder and I look at him curiously.

  “If I knew you were the real reason she wanted to come, I would not have made her beg to come with me,” he says jovially and I chuckle. Avery reaches over and shoves Niko in the arm and he laughs. She glares at him, and if looks could kill he’d probably be on fire right now.

  “Shut it, Niko! God, you don’t have to broadcast it!” She blushes furiously
and turns, so her back is to us.

  “Oh yes, you want broadcast?” he says loudly and she squeals. She turns back around quickly and yells.

  “NO! NO! NO! Just no, don’t broadcast, please!” He laughs exuberantly and she shoots me a bashful look. I smile and shake my head.

  Hmm, guess my little free bird is embarrassed ‘bout me knowin’ she begged to come for a visit. It sounds to me like she was jonesin’ to come see me. My dick throbs as I take her in from top to bottom. Her light brown hair goes past her shoulder in layers and she has pretty honey brown eyes. She’s short, ‘bout five foot five, and curvy but slim. She’s got some junk in her trunk but not much up top. It’s all good; she can fuck like no tomorrow. I take in her shorts again and my cock throbs for her, confined in my pants.

  Ares chin lifts at Avery and she gives him a little finger wave with a flirty grin back. He eats that shit up and glances at me, gloating because he wants a piece of her and she just gave him some attention.

  Just imagining what can be done to her makes me grimace. She tilts her head a touch and squints at me. She knows I gotta have some booty frequently or I’m grouchy and get stomach aches. My eyebrow shoots up and she shakes her head.

  “Hummmmf.” I grunt and roll my eyes. Whatever, she’ll be wanting it later after she gets a few drinks in her. She’s a wild one when she drinks. I smirk knowingly. “I gotta get to the garage,” I mumble.” Niko nods and I throw him a salute. Cain chuckles and shakes his head. Fucker knows I was just shot down and that shit doesn’t happen often. Usually the club whores are all over my dick. They all call me ‘the pretty one’. I ain’t fuckin’ pretty, but I’m damn sure better lookin’ than these fools.

  “Later.” I turn and start to walk to the garage. I catch Cain chuckling quietly. I have to remember to get him back later. I throw in an extra little swagger for Avery’s sake and my brothers in front of me are all beaming. I grin back and they hit me up with fist bumps as I pass them. Ares slaps my back and snickers.

  “You hittin’ that, 2? Bitch looked at you like you were a fucking ice cream cone, brother.”

  “Naw, man, but I will be later,” I say confidently and the brothers all laugh.

  “Maybe I’ll see just how dedicated she is to your dick. She might want someone a little more manly,” he jokes and I make the jack off gesture toward him.

  I glance back over to the truck where Avery stands next to Niko and she looks a little lost. She probably thinks she just fucked up, but I’m cool. I’ll find her later and remind her why she was so happy to see me in the first place.

  I crouch down next to my bike to check out my intake and to finish fixing my carburetor. I love working on my girl, it’s so relaxing. Nine times out of ten, a little grease and time to think will solve almost anything. If not, then drink a cold one and move on.

  Two hours later…

  My phone vibrates in my pocket. I check it and there’s some random number calling me from out of state. I hit the silence button and head to my room to clean up. I’ve got grease on my hands, arms and shirt. I reach to turn the doorknob and hear music. What the hell? I lean in, yep that’s music coming from my room. I grab one of my pieces out of my holster and silently turn the door knob. I slide the door open a crack to peak in. I gaze around the best I can without sticking my head completely inside. The radio is definitely on, but there’s no one in my room. I tuck my Glock back in my holster and walk into my room. I close the door and turn the lock. There’s a small noise and I swing around quickly trying to get the drop on whomever first. I scan the room—bed with navy blue comforter and light blue pillows, night stand with my bottle water, alarm clock and Harley magazine, dresser that has my loose change lying in a pile and my radio that is currently on, all the normal shit. Well, normal minus the radio playing ‘Dead and Bloated’ by Stone Temple Pilots.

  I keep everything really tidy. I don’t like clutter. Clutter holds you down and makes things messy. I’ve always lectured my sister, because she is the opposite. Seems like Sadie keeps everything she gets her little hands on. Her hands really are petite too, since she’s barely five feet tall. I love giving her shit and teasing her about having to climb on the counters to reach shit.

  I hear another noise and glance up. Fuck, it’s coming from the bathroom. I catch the scent of flowery soap and realize the room is a little steamy. It was pretty warm outside today so I hadn’t paid any attention to the warmth in my room. Avery hasn’t been here in a while, so it didn’t even cross my mind about her bein’ in here. She is a damn radio hog too, I should have guessed it was her.

  The door swings open the rest of the way and out steps Avery. Her skin is bare and glistens with the remaining water droplets she missed while drying off. Her russet colored hair is wrapped in a bright blue towel and she’s humming to herself. I take her in from top to bottom and it’s exhilarating seeing her so relaxed and vulnerable in front of me. Her pretty peach nipples are upturned toward the ceiling a little, thanks to her small, pert breasts that are summoning me. I swallow loudly.

  This woman could have me completely if she really wanted to, yet she has no idea. She has no clue just what she does to me when we get these small visits with each other. I crave her scent, her taste, her sweet mouth.

  I follow her delicate skin down over her stomach straight to her bare pussy. She spreads her legs a little and I can see the outline of her lips perfectly. I clear my throat and glance up at her. Her eyes are dilated and she looks like she’s ready to devour me. I make a ‘come here’ motion with my fingers and she walks toward me, stopping about a foot in front of me. She knows to do what is instructed when she’s in my room and she will enjoy every minute of it. I suck on my pointer finger, and then reach straight for her core. I run my finger softly over her swollen pussy lips until I get to her opening. I push my finger deep inside her. She leans forward to grasp onto my arms and she gasps, a small silent moan. I try to keep her quiet when we’re together because it always turns her on and makes her louder for me in the end. I feel her pussy contract and squeeze my finger inside her. She’s tight, so fucking tight. My hard cock throbs desperately, calling out to her clenched pussy. I run my nose softly along her neck and take a deep whiff of her sweet smelling skin.

  “Ah, baby, you’ve been a good girl, hmmm?” I query and pump my finger inside her a few times. Each time I insert it, her cunt clenches tightly around it. Her cheeks and chest flush as she gets more excited. Her stomach muscles tense. “I can smell that tiny pussy getting turned on.”

  “Ohhhh,” she moans quietly and I catch part of it with my lips.

  I whisper against her mouth, “I’m hungry, Shorty, can I eat that pussy?”

  “Fuck, yes, eat it.” Her irises glow like molten honey and she pants. “There hasn’t been anyone since you,” she groans while I push deep inside her, and she nibbles on her bottom lip. I use my thumb to pull her lip out and lean in to kiss her softly.

  No one else since me? That’s been months, if that’s the case. I take her mouth and control the kiss. Not hard, but gently, rewarding her for this gift she’s giving me. She keeps up with my tongue, easily kissing me back from all the past practice we’ve had.

  I pump my fingers in and out. Each little gasp and moan I catch in my mouth through her kiss. It’s such a fuckin’ turn on to know I’m the one doing this to her, making her feel this. I pull out and put two fingers inside her. I push in hard and she moans loudly. I feel her tight pussy squeeze me again. She needs to be fucked hard, as bad as I need to be the one fucking her. I kiss down her smooth neck and lightly bite the flesh. She yanks my hair roughly and it feels as if each strand might rip out if she pulls any harder. I slam my fingers into her again, hard. She detonates, squeezing and pulsing while whispering “2” over and over. She comes, her cunt flooding my fingers. I pull them out, rubbing her juices all over her tits and hard nipples. I lean in and lick her juices clean, blowing cool air on each pebbled nipple when I finish. She is so hot, and has me wound up like n
o other. Her breathing is quick and deep. She’s thoroughly turned on and ready for me to fuck her.

  Avery

  God, it feels so good having him this close to me. I don’t know what was going on earlier, but he must be over it. I lean forward and start to peel his cut off. I slide it down each arm then hand it to him when it’s off. I reach for his shirt and he backs up. Okay, what the fuck now. This should not be some issue. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past and he was never hesitant. I look at him with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. I may have just had a very satisfying orgasm, but I want the real thing now. He walks to the dresser and sets his cut on top of it.

  “So we doing this or are we just going to hang out and play footsie?” I tap my left foot and raise an eyebrow. He purses his lips and then nods.

  “Yeah, Shorty, just be patient for a second.”

  “Patient? Are you kidding, you were asking me to fuck in the parking lot earlier.” I roll my eyes, pouting a little.

  “And you made me fuckin’ wait, so now your ass can chill the fuck out and wait a few.” He pulls his shirt over his head as he walks toward the door. His colorful tattoos stand out beautifully against his light tan skin. His muscled back and chest ripple with each step. Looks like he’s going somewhere, but who knows. I shoot daggers at him and huff. Oh, so he thinks he can just tell me what to do. I don’t think so. I dropped Cameron’s ass like a bad habit before, when he tried getting too bossy with me.

  “Chill the fuck out?” I challenge through gritted teeth, about to spit nails, if he doesn’t retract that rude ass statement he just made to me. I don’t care if I’m twenty questioning him or not. I will not tolerate a man speaking to me so disrespectfully. I don’t give a damn if he’s a biker or not. I stick my chest out and pull in my stomach. Propping a hand on my hip, I wait. If we are going to have it out right now over this, I’m at least going to look fucking amazeballs while I do it. He opens his door enough to stick his head through. “What the fuck! You’re leaving now? What are you doing?” He turns back to me and holds a finger up for me to hold on a second. I feel like going over there and bending it backwards. It’ll teach him to get snarky with me.