Part 10 (2/2)

”I'm not ready for you to come.”

He lifted her skirt so her a.s.s was bare then pulled down sharply on her top until her b.r.e.a.s.t.s popped out of her bra, her low-cut leather top cupping them and pus.h.i.+ng them up. His fingers found a hard nipple, pinching it tightly between his fingers. When Evie started shaking, her a.s.s quivering, his hand went to her hair, winding it around his hand before pulling her head back while he rode her p.u.s.s.y.

”You bored?”

”G.o.d, no.”

”I didn't think so,” he said, thrusting into her with harder strokes.

Evie thrust back against him, desperately trying to come. Broken whimpers pa.s.sed her lips; she was hung on a precipice, unable to fall. Suddenly, she felt a movement behind her then the snap of his belt across her a.s.s.

”Yes, harder,” Evie begged him.

”Which one? My d.i.c.k or the belt?”

”Both.”

Evie screamed when she felt the belt against her a.s.s again. He switched to her other a.s.s cheek, giving it a hard hit. She came with her a.s.s on fire, begging for more as her climax rolled into another one. King groaned, gripping her nipple harder as he also came.

When they were finally able to catch their breaths, they fixed their clothes.

”You okay?” King asked, studying her bottom before she tugged her skirt down.

”h.e.l.l, yes, I'll remember this every time I sit down for the next couple of days.”

”Woman, you're making me hard again, and we have to give the room up. The rooms were booked for the rest of the night and now we're behind an hour.”

”We could have waited until we got back to your place.”

”Not after I saw you lick Juliet.”

”Wait until you see her give me a lap dance.” Evie could immediately tell the image was playing havoc with his d.i.c.k.

Ushering her out of the room before she could tempt him to f.u.c.k her again, they settled back into his booth. She watched the show while he answered his employees' questions and watched the dancers.

Evie saw the crowd had increased since they had been upstairs, recognizing a few faces in the room. She noticed them glance several times at the table.

”Do the Predators come here often?”

”Yes. I have the best show in town.”

Somehow, Evie didn't think it was just the show that brought them in. Evie looked the men over carefully. They rivaled The Last Riders in testosterone; she was glad the two groups didn't live near each other. While they had made peace with them after Eightball had been kidnapped and Penni had been taken in retribution, it wouldn't take much to set the men off in a clash.

”I need to take a call in my office. I'll be right back. Try to stay out of trouble.”

Evie gave him an innocent look, which had him narrowing his eyes in warning. Yet, as soon as she saw the door close behind him, she went to greet the Predators.

”Hi, Ice,” Evie said, stopping at his table. The voluptuous blonde, who had taken up residence on his lap, glared at her.

When he didn't immediately respond to her greeting, the group of men went silent as they listened to the interchange between her and their President.

”Do I know you?”

”I'm Evie. I saw you the night you helped out Lily in Treepoint. Then in the diner before you left town.”

”You belong to The Last Riders?”

”I do.”

”Then why you over here bugging me?” These a.s.sholes weren't the friendliest bikers she had ever met, but she didn't let their att.i.tude faze her.

Her eyes flickered over their faces, memorizing them before her gaze was caught and held by the one at the back of the room sitting in the shadowy corner. His face was f.u.c.ked up, giving him a menacing appearance.

”Everything okay?” King's voice came from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder at him. ”I was just saying hi. I remembered them from Treepoint. Especially that one; he must be the one who took Penni for a long ride,” she said as she pointed to Jackal in the corner.

”She miss me?”

Evie tensed, getting to the real reason she wanted to talk to the bikers. ”Aww, that's cute. I'm glad you can make a joke about it. I want to pa.s.s along a little friendly warning: f.u.c.k with her again and your little boy band will be squashed into a tiny, little enema, which I will personally shove up your a.s.s.”

Every man at the table stiffened. ”Are The Last Riders threatening us?” Ice's astounded expression glared at her.

”f.u.c.k no. I'm threatening you. Do not touch her again.”

”That's enough, Evie. I think they got the message.”

”I hope so, because I taught her how to use that gun she brought back. Personally, I think she should shove it up that motherf.u.c.ker's a.s.s herself.”

King hastily turned her around, giving her a small push in the direction of his booth. ”Go sit down.”

Evie sashayed her a.s.s back to his booth, stopping at the bar to nab herself a whiskey, telling the bartender to give her his most expensive brand. Taking her gla.s.s, she sat back down and waited for King to return while she watched the men interact.

She had deliberately p.i.s.sed them off; several of them were still glaring at her. She lifted her gla.s.s in their direction before taking a drink then watched King calm them down, her question answered. The King of Queen City controlled the Predators.

King came back to the table. ”Henry's waiting for you outside.”

She smothered down her hurt feelings, sliding out of the booth then reaching down to pick up her purse. She walked toward the front door, not letting their gloating looks get to her. Outside, they took a step toward his car.

”Don't pull that s.h.i.+t again, Evie. Those aren't people you can f.u.c.k with.”

”Neither am I.” She slid into the backseat of the car, not flinching when he slammed the door shut.

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