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Authors: Erika Reed
Down and Dirty (Sons of Sinners Book 1)
Down and Dirty
The Sons of Sinners MC
Book One
By Erika Reed
Down and Dirty
Copyright © July 2016 by Erika Reed
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Down and Dirty
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ince Zoey Allen left foster care at the age of eighteen, she never stopped looking for her big brother, who she was separated from as a kid. The only lead that she had led her straight to one of the most corrupt and malicious motorcycle clubs around, known as The Sons of Sinners. After being reunited with her long lost brother, she never expected to fall for the two very rough and dangerous bikers who stole her heart. Now that they’ve claimed her for their own pleasures, the two plan to show her that two men can be better than one.
The president of the roughest MC club, Stone, and his vice president Jace had always lived their lives just like the club they ran—wild and reckless. The men of their MC crew respected them, and the women flocked to their feet. Stone and Jace had always preferred to share their women with each other. They never imagined meeting someone who could eventually meet their sexual needs, until Zoey walked into their lives. A woman as sweet and fragile as Zoey didn’t deserve Stone and Jace, or so they thought.
Zoey wondered what Stone and Jace saw in her plain and boring self. Could they bring her inner desires out, revealing her hidden, darkest cravings as a woman?
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tone sat at the head of the table as his vice president, Jace, addressed the club members with today’s line of business. He was proud of the club he had built with his best friend Jace. The Sons of Sinners had a reputation for being a dependable motorcycle crew who got things finished, even if it meant they had to kill along the way to get it done. No one stood in their way, if they knew what was good for them. The Sons of Sinners specialized in arms sales, mostly transportation of the firearms. Most MCs were known to be rough, mean motherfuckers who took what they wanted, when they wanted. Their club was no exception.
“Linc called me today to make sure that his shipment will be there as we promised. Stone and I will let you all know when we know who will ride along on this assignment.” Jace nodded at the pile of papers in the center of the long table they sat around. “This is a list of the prospects and a few of the members who will be working on the new wing of the clubhouse. Stone plans to keep on schedule with this so that we can have it done by the projected timetable.” He looked around, eyeing Stone. “Any questions or does anyone have anything to add?”
Stone watched as the members looked to each other and nodded. He and his crew wore their leather cuts proudly. They were part of who they were; once a member was initiated into the Sons of Sinners, always a member. It was known when you joined, no one ever left the club willingly, or alive. The life of a biker was never an easy one. Some days were kick back and others were days you barely lived through to tell the story of how you almost lost your life. He looked around at his loyal men, each of them individual in their own way, and felt a sense of pride in the club he built years back.
Since the club was established in Nevada, most of their preference in extra curricular activities consisted of the usual drinking, smoking pot, some recreational drugs, and of course gambling when they were close to one of the local casinos.
Stone stood and rested his knuckles along the table as he leaned over for support. “Now that everyone knows what’s going on in the next few days, I want to make sure that in case Linc calls me, we are all ready to go on a whim’s notice. We need this deal to go smooth... like always.” He added for encouragement, “Jace has made sure that the local law enforcement is taken care of so that when we travel, there won’t be anything holding us back from getting the guns to Linc.”
When the MC had first been formed, Stone and Jace made sure they paid off the right people. Knowing the right people for the right time helped in situations like this. They didn’t need any law enforcement standing in their way of making a living. It just took the right amount of money to allow them to look away whenever they were transporting their guns. And being in Nevada, gambling wasn’t against the law so they frequently transported a few slot machines and tobacco outside of Nevada when asked by local businesses not wanting the law to catch them in the act. The Sons of Sinners usually didn’t turn down any high paying job that they knew they could do. If the job paid well, they were in.
“Now, if no one has anything else to add, meeting is adjourned.” Stone could hear the men talking amongst themselves as he stood with Jace, watching them leave the room. A few of the men took out their cigarettes and joints to light up. He knew it helped the men relax, clearing their heads so that they could unwind a little. Stone didn’t care what kind of recreational drugs they chose to use, as long as they didn’t get too deep into their habit, causing any red flags for the club.
Stone listened to a few of them stroll out of the room as they made their way into the main lobby of the clubhouse.
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My dick needs sucking.”
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Shit, I’m ready to go ball deep in Trish’s ass. That whore likes it down and dirty.”
The Sons of Sinners liked their pussy loose and wet; the looser the woman, the better. The club members didn’t have the time for flowers and dinner when it came to getting their rocks off. These guys liked to get their fuck on whenever they wanted, and however dirty they could get it. The club whores knew what was expected of them. Anything goes and with whoever. No holds barred.
Stone was the worst of them all. He liked his women loose and open-minded. In his mind, his perfect old lady would be a woman that could handle anything he and Jace asked of her, without question. She needed to submit to any and all of their pleasures. And she needed to offer her body and soul to them for life. Many of the club sluts tried to offer themselves to him and Jace, wanting to be their old lady, but Stone and Jace knew none of them lived up to their expectations. In all the years they had shared their women, not one had come close to becoming their old lady. Stone and Jace were dirty fuckers who enjoyed getting a little freaky in the bedroom. They fucked their women good and hard, never leaving them to want more.
“Trish said she has some new bitches arriving today,” Jace said, breaking into Stone’s trance.
“Good. The guys have been getting tired of the used-up ones who have been hanging around. We could use some fresh pussy around here. They’ll be happy to hear new eager females are coming.”
A knock came from the doorway. Stone and Jace looked to see Trish, one of their club’s willing females, leaning against the doorjamb. “Hey, Stone. I was just wondering if you or Jace needed anything from me.” Trish was a tease, through and through. She was as easy as they came. All one of them had to do was to point to the floor and her mouth would be full in no time. The short shorts she was wearing left very little to one’s imagination. And the too-tight tank top that barely contained her extremely large breasts reminded Stone fondly of gliding his cock along the valleys of her large tits. Stone and the gang preferred the women to not wear bras or panties, granting them easy access.
Stone adjusted his dick in his pants. “Drop and suck my cock.”
Trish sauntered over to wear he and Jace stood and dropped to her knees in front of them. “Do I get a double dip treat in my mouth?” she playfully asked, unzipping Stone and then Jace’s flies before pulling their cocks out one by one.
This wasn’t new to either man. Numerous times they had been sucked off at the same time, in front of each other. They had no attraction to each other in any way, causing any awkwardness. Most women got off on the fact that she had two for the price of one.
With one hand on each of their hard cocks, Trish stroked their lengths until she leaned forward and sucked Stone’s dick into her mouth. “Mmm...”
Stone felt his balls tighten as her mouth sucked him to the back of her throat. She allowed Stone to fuck her mouth a few times before she alternated and then did the same to Jace’s shaft.
As usual, Trish didn’t waste time in making them come in her mouth. She knew they liked things hard and fast, not wasting time with getting their dicks sucked. Her mouth was like a vacuum, never giving up until she sucked every last drop out of them.
Her hand slid between Jace’s thighs, finding his balls as she sucked him. That was all it took before Jace pulled out of her and shot his load on her neck. The dirty bitch just smiled as her finger caught some of his seed before it slid down her chest and she licked her finger clean.
“Mmm... yummy,” she said, smacking her lips together.
Stone grabbed her chin. “Stop fucking wastin’ my time and get to sucking me off, woman.”
Her mouth went to work on him and in no time Stone was making that whore drink all his cum down her throat. She was a greedy bitch, making sure she sucked the life out of him before he blew his nut in her mouth. Trish stood up off the floor and adjusted her clothes before she disappeared into the hallway. She never expected something in return, only making sure the members were left satisfied.
Jace sat at his desk, looking over something on the computer as Stone stuffed his dick back inside his pants. Stone sat back in his chair and rested his forearms as he watched Jace busy himself. One would never know that they had just gotten their rocks off from one of the chicks the way they acted just then. Fucking in the club was as natural as taking a walk in the park to most people. Members watched each other having sex or getting hummers from the club whores all throughout the day. There was no privacy whatsoever in the club, unless you took your business behind closed doors.
Stone was the president of the MC. No one ever questioned the rules he created for the club. Rules were made for a reason. No one ever got hurt who didn’t deserve it. And everyone who knew of the Sons of Sinners knew not to fuck with them. They were mean motherfuckers that didn’t like to be told no.
Jace closed his laptop and stood up. “I think I’m going to go walk the grounds. Take a look and make sure the cameras are all working in the security room.”
Stone nodded as he watched him leave. His friend had mentioned a few times that he was growing impatient with waiting for them to find an old lady. Stone wasn’t the least bit in a hurry. But Jace... Jace was tired of the same ol’ club sluts who filtered through the MC. Stone knew they weren’t getting any younger, but it didn’t hurt to have fun while they still could.
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J
ace walked into the main lobby of the clubhouse. The music was pulsating through the room as he could hear conversation and load moans radiating all around him. The scent of weed lingered in the air as he drew deeper into the main common area. And as usual, most of the females were either hanging all over the other members or being fucked by one of them. Half of the members were already drunk and high, and it wasn’t even midday yet around there. Jace was immune to his surroundings. It was just another ordinary day in the clubhouse.
As he walked past one of the tables, one of his men, Saxton, was getting a lap dance from Jewels, a cute brunette.
