Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9) - Page 3

I scrub the mud away as hot water pelts against my skin. This bitch named Louise and her friend take turns with the detachable shower head leaving no trace of my skin untouched. These bitches are thorough and fit as fuck but there’s only one woman on my mind. Andrea. I fucked up with her. Truth is I’ve never had to try so damn hard to get to know someone.

She thinks she’s better than me. Maybe she is. She’s a good girl untainted by the darkness that clings to anyone who chooses this path like a second skin. The first thing I noticed was her legs. Fuck me those legs. Thick thighs and muscular calves. Thick hips to match them thighs along with a booty that begs to be smacked, squeezed, and bitten. Then those tits. Woman has some meat on her bones. One of the things that attracted me to her was the fact that she’s not petite. I don’t tower over her or need to stoop down to kiss her. My cock hardens at the thought of her.

I’d hoped she’d stick around after my fight but soon as I started to make a move she took off. Guess she’s still pissed I didn’t call her after we fucked around one night. Ran in to her at the hospital when I had to bring that stupid fuck Rio to the ER. Talked her into letting me come to her place once her shift was over. The sex wasn’t terrible, but I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t had better. She was stiff and nervous. Almost acting like she’d never been with a man before.

“Fuck.” I’m an idiot.

“What’s wrong?” Louise stops her giggling and hands her friend the sprayer.

“I gotta go.” I don’t look back at the two whores eager to do whatever I want to congratulate me on another win. I owe Andrea an apology.

“You’re leaving?” Louise pouts as her friend cups her between the legs, shoving a finger inside her pussy to taunt me.

Must be out my damn mind because I sling a towel around my waist and leave them to it. I hurry to get dressed. I need to apologize.

I spy Smoke as I’m leaving the clubhouse. “Two bitches going at it upstairs. All yours, brother.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Dumb fuck practically skips toward the stairs wearing a goofy grin like he won a ticket to a theme park. I’m sure those two will give him one hell of a thrill and ride.

It doesn’t take me long to make it to her apartment. She’s already peering out the front window at me as I put my kickstand down. The door cracks as I hit the cement pad that serves as a front porch to her unit.

“It’s late and I’m not really in the mood for company.”

“What I got to say won’t take long. Give me five minutes.”

“Five minutes then you need to go.” She opens the door further, barely giving me room to slip inside.

“Please come in,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

I take a seat on the couch, and she tucks herself into a chair by the window. “What’s the matter? Your fan girls desert you?”

“Sound jealous, princess.”

“Hardly. Out with it. Clock is ticking.”

I lick my lips and her gaze centers on my mouth. “Owe you an apology.”

“Cool. We done here?”

I laugh dryly. “You going to give me a chance to say sorry or you planning to interrupt me every ten seconds.”

“Conversations are a two-way street. You spoke. I responded. Now can I get to bed? I have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Work?”

“I have a date.”

“A date?”

She must mistake my reaction for something else because she flinches. “Yeah. You know a really nice guy called me as he said he would and asked me to dinner.”

“Ouch. I deserve that.”

“Time’s up.”

“I know I was a dick. I didn’t realize it was your first time.”

“What?”

“If I’d known, I’d taken more care.”

“What was my first time? You think I was a virgin?”

“You weren’t?”

“Uh no.”

“Well fuck me.”

“Been there. Got the t-shirt probably shoulda asked for a refund.”

“You saying it was bad for you too?”

She lifts a shoulder. “I didn’t get off if that’s what you’re asking but still I thought maybe you’d have called.”

“You were frigid as fuck.”

“You made me nervous.”

“What the fuck? Explain that shit.”

She fidgets with the drawstring on her shorts avoiding my eyes.

“Tell me. I’m not going anywhere till you do.”

“I didn’t want you staring at my belly or commenting on my stretch marks.”

“You think that’s where my attention was focused?”

“I don’t know. You never called.”

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