Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) (10 page)

“Wow
, I wish I was you tonight, Beth,” Killyama said, watching Razer’s ass as he stormed away.

Beth laid her head down on the table and Lily buried her face in her hands.

“Did you see how fast those pussies ran? At least the Blue Horsemen and the Destructors stand their ground,” Killyama said, picking up all the cash from the table and handing it to the waitress.

Beth and Lily just laughed louder.

Sex Piston and her crew had a free lunch.
No woman could ask for more,
she thought. She had a business she loved, a family that was healthy and best friends that could send some seriously dangerous men scrambling in fear.

Beth sighed. “I’ve got to go
. I’ve got another patient to see before I can go home.”

“That’s cool
,” Sex Piston said as they all got to their feet. “Lily, don’t forget to come by for that trim.”

“I won’t. Thanks
, Sex Piston.” Lily gave her a smile that had her pausing.

Taking her hand
, Sex Piston gave it a squeeze. “If they don’t give you a job at the factory, give me a call and you can work at my shop for the summer. Crazy Bitch will be too busy with school. You can replace her for the summer.”

“I’ll keep that in mind
,” she replied eagerly.

A worried frown marred Beth’s forehead at her sister’s answer. “We’ll see what happens.”

“Talk to you later, Beth,” Sex Piston said as they went outside.

Beth grabbed her for a quick hug
, giving each of her crew one also. “Be careful riding home. That car looks like it’s going to break down any minute.”

“Shit, that car drives like a dream
. Killyama keeps it in prime condition.” Sex Piston ignored the insult to their shared possession.

Killyama ran her hand over the hood of the hideous green car.

“Some things deserve to be updated and your car is one of them.” Beth’s comment didn’t faze Sex Piston. It was an ugly car, but it had character and it was big enough to hold all of them when they traveled together.

“It’s a classic
. It will last forever, you’ll see. They don’t make cars like this anymore.”

Killyama
and Crazy Bitch climbed in the back seat when Fat Louise grabbed the shotgun position in the front.

“Thank
God for that,” Beth said, waving goodbye as she climbed into her new model SUV.

Chapter Twelve

“What’s wrong with Stud tonight?” Crazy Bitch asked.

Sex Piston turned her body
, dancing so that her back was to Stud who was leaning against the bar, glaring a hole through her back.

“Don’t know, don’t care
,” she lied to her friend.

The first thing Stud had done when her and her crew had entered the Destructors
’ clubhouse was catch her alone when she came out of the bathroom to give her hell about The Last Riders joining them for lunch. She didn’t question how he had know
n—
Fat Louise and her big mouth. She was getting tired of her being Stud’s snitch and she was going to give her hell when she had the chance.

“He looks pretty mad at you
,” Crazy Bitch said.

“I do not give a flying fuck.” She enunciated each word.

Crazy Bitch’s words were racketing up the seductiveness of her dancing, hoping to make the asshole miserable as he watched her move and not be able to touch her.

“Playing with fire, bitch
,” Killyama said from beside her.

Sex Piston shrugged. The music changed
and she took off her leather jacket, exposing the flesh-colored halter-top, which showed the globes of her breasts. She caught several of the brothers eyeing her, watching to see if her breasts would spill out of her top.

“Shit
,” Killyama said, knowing her friend was determined to pick a fight.

Sex Piston grinned at her
, but stopped when she saw her mouth tighten in anger.

“What?”

“
Demie is all over him.”

Sex Piston almost jerked around to see.
Demie was the resident slut of the month. She had just started hanging out the last few months and was gaining in popularity by working her way through each of the brothers. They had nicknamed her Demie because she gave each man a demonstration of the skills her mouth was capable of. The men had even begun bragging about who had lasted the longest with her.

“What’s she doing?” Sex Piston asked
, already knowing what was going on behind her back.

“She’s cuddled up next to Stud
, rubbing his thigh,” Killyama stated calmly, even though her hands were clenched into fists by her side. Killyama was the most protective of her and it would piss her off if Stud cheated on her, knowing they had a thing going on whether the club knew it or not.

Sex Piston casually turned her body so that she could face Stud and see what was going on behind her back. He was sitting on the bar stool
, facing her with his eyes challenging. The fucker was giving her a silent ultimatum. Demie was standing between his thighs, her body, she sure, was rubbing up against his cock and the slut’s hand was rubbing his thigh. Her stupid cow eyes were looking up at him, begging him to fuck her.

Sex Piston’s hand clenched by her side. She never did well with
ultimatums. Ace had pulled the same stunt on her numerous times, trying to get her to prove she cared. She never had. Not once. She was about to turn back around when Demie reached up and kissed Stud on the mouth.

“Hell no.” Pure fury took over and Sex Piston lost the tenuous grip on her temper.

All her plans of showing Stud she didn’t give a fuck went out the club door when she saw the slut’s mouth on his. She walked across the room, coming up behind the tall blond who had twenty pounds on her. When she was within reach, her hand flew out and grabbed a handful of the blond bitch’s hair, jerking her away from Stud.

Before the woman could do anything but reach up to her hair with a startled scream
, Sex Piston planted her face against the bar. Not satisfied, she lifted her head slightly before banging it back down again.

“Do Not Ever Fucking Touch Him Again. If I see you even looking at him
, I will beat the shit out of you.” Sex Piston used the woman’s hair to draw her from the bar, shoving her away from Stud.

The stunned blonde caught herself from falling by grabbing a table
before righting herself. “You bitch,” she screamed.

Sex Piston folded her arms across her chest. “That’s right
; I am. I’m
his
bitch.” She nodded her head at Stud. “So that means you don’t touch him. You can slut yourself out to any brother here and I won’t open my mouth if they’re dumb enough to fuck a slut like you, but you don’t touch Stud again and you sure as shit don’t put that nasty mouth of yours on him again.”

Demi
e opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes slid sideways, noticing Killyama, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and Fat Louise all standing tense by Sex Piston’s side. The light of battle went out of her eyes and a look of fear replaced it. Nodding her head, she slunk away as Sex Piston turned her fury on Stud.

“You want a piece of ass, it better be mine because
if I ever see another bitch up against you like that again, I’ll fucking neuter you and you’ll be the bitch in this relationship.”

“Yeah?” Stud said
, placing his beer bottle on the bar.

“Yeah!”

Stud got up from the bar stool in a movement that had Sex Piston blinking at the deceptively relaxed air he had portrayed. He had her around the waist and was leading her toward the back room before she knew what hit her. She tried to jerk away from him, but he just walked faster with her struggling against him. She saw him open the bedroom door that she knew had been given to him when he had become president.

H
e pulled her inside before slamming the door and pushing her up against it. His mouth slammed down on hers, showing her the lust that was fueling his body. His hands went to her hips, tugging up her tight skirt.

“Damn
, Stud, slow down.” Sex Piston tried to catch her breath, but he didn’t make it easy. His tongue searched hers, twirling with hers in a kiss that was beginning to raise her own lust.

Reaching between her legs he touched her clit, which had her changing her mind about slowing him down. Wiggling her hips
, she managed to put his fingers exactly where she wanted them. Stud moved his hand away and jerked at the tiny, black lace panties she was wearing, ripping at the sides until they fell to the floor.

Taking her waist in his hands
, he lifted her against the door, holding her legs as they wrapped around his waist. Using his body to press her against the door, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. Then, he spread her wet flesh before putting the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her with the feel of him.

Her red hair brushed her face as her head fell to his shoulder
. Trembling, her arms circled his neck as she surrendered to him without a word.

Slowly
, he stroked his bare cock into her warm sheathe. The pleasure of his bare cock inside her nearly drove her into a climax, but Sex Piston gritted her teeth as she tried to hold on to the pleasure as long as she could manage. Her hips began pushing down as he stroked upwards, sending his cock sliding deep within her clenching pussy.

Her mouth went to his throat
, kissing and licking the salty taste of his skin. She sucked a small piece of his flesh into her mouth as he moved within her. Her moans muffled by his skin.

Stud began moving harder inside her
, slamming her against the door as he increased the speed of his thrusts. One hand went to her ass, sliding between the globes to find the tiny rosette he was searching for. Without any warning, he thrust a long finger inside, breaching the tiny hole.

Lacking
any coherent thoughts, Sex Piston bit down on the flesh in her mouth, her hands clenching onto his shoulders as her orgasm hit her with a wave of desire that couldn’t be held back any longer.

“Fuck
,” Stud groaned, pressing her flat against the door as his cock jerked his own climax into her slippery pussy.

When she finished trembling
, she raised her head. Stud let her legs slip down from his waist, setting her back down on the floor.

Sex Piston slid her skirt back down her hips
, not looking at Stud as he took her hand and led her into the bathroom. Taking a wash cloth, he soaped and wetted it and then sat her on the counter before he went down on his knees.

“Spread your legs.”

Sex Piston widened her stance, letting him wash her as she looked down at him. She started to reach out and touch his hair, wanting something she wasn’t willing to recognize, when her eyes caught the mark on the side of his neck.

“Shit.”

“What?” he asked, throwing the wet cloth into a basket in the corner and then going to the sink to wash his own hands. Zipping and snapping his jeans, he looked at her curiously.

“Your neck.” Sex Piston
’s hand went to her mouth.

Stud turned back to the mirror
. Sex Piston watched as he took in the mark she had left behind.

“I don’t think you left any doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re my old lady
, do you?”

Sex Piston
’s lips tightened at his remark. Jumping down from the counter, she stormed out of the bathroom, stopping in front of the closed bedroom door. She reached down to pick up her torn underwear before going to the trashcan by the bed and throwing them away. All the while she avoided his eyes as he came out of the bathroom.

“Is it so bad that everyone knows?”

“I’ve played this game before, Stud,” Sex Piston said. “I didn’t want to play it again.”

“I’m not playing you
, Sex Piston.” His hard voice drew her reluctant gaze. “It’s not about the pussy, is it, Sex Piston? You’re fucking beautiful. You have a body that’s hot as hell and you know it because you work it with those clothes you wear. You’re not worried about me fucking another bitch. You want me to want you. What you don’t want is to want me back. Isn’t that right, Sex Piston? You’re letting me in enough to have that body, which is more than you gave Ace, but you’re still trying to keep me out like you keep everyone out, except your crew.”

Sex Piston lowered her lashes
, trying to hide the panic coursing through her veins. She took a step toward the door, but Stud moved to block her path.

“You don’t have to protect yourself from me
, Sex Piston. I’ve never let anyone down my whole life.” He reached out to touch her cheek, but she jerked her head back.

“What do you want from me
, Stud?” Frustrated, she waved her hand toward the door. “Everyone out there knows we’re hooked up now.”

“I want you to admit this is more than fucking
,” Stud responded.

“It’s all about the fucking
,” she shot back stubbornly.

Stud shook his head
. “No, it’s not, and you know it. You’re smart enough to know I care about you, but you won’t admit the same.”

She refused to respond to his misconception. She didn’t care about him. Her traitorous body wanted him
, but that was all there was to it. Once she had enough of his dick then she’d move on to the next one.

“You can lie to yourself all you want
, Sex Piston, but I know that you care about me.”

Stud
’s stubbornness was beginning to get to her. “You’re full of shit!”

She had to get out of the close confines of the room, away from his searching eyes
that were trying to find emotions that she had buried years ago when she realized how people could suck you dry and leave you with nothing left to give.

“No
, I’m not. You’ve reorganized your whole life around my kids. You added them into the group of people you take care of.”

Sex Piston tensed.

“You take care of your mom, cooking and cleaning because she’s ditzy as fuck. You see that your dad takes all his medicine when he’s supposed to and eats right so that his diabetes stays under control. That’s why you don’t have your own place because you’ve been taking care of them for a long time. I’m willing to bet that you took care of Diamond before she took off for college.”

Sex Piston
’s bottom lip trembled. She bit down on it to stop the betraying movement.

“You gave Crazy Bitch a job and are planning on taking care of her tuition
. You promised one of your clients free services at your shop for a year if she helped get Fat Louise a job at the hospital. T.A.’s ex-boyfriend got violent with her a couple months back; you bought her a gun and made her take self defense lessons, and moved Killyama in with her. The only one I can tell that you haven’t had to shoulder is Killyama, and that bitch would fucking die for you.”

He took a step closer to her
. Sex Piston warily stood her ground as he moved closer, feeling his arms close around her. “I appreciate the help with the girls, but my aunt has been doing it for years and she is missing them. She lives with me and I haven’t moved her here because I had every intention of you being in my bed at night. So Fat Louise can start her job Monday without you worrying about the girls. The club will pitch in and pay for Crazy Bitch’s beauty school. Me and the brothers already handled T.A.’s ex. You were right by the way; he’s a mean motherfucker. I’ve got Popcorn watching him now.