* * *
Who on God’s Earth owns that sweet ass?
Vincent couldn’t move his body as he stared at the perfection before him. He was watching a girl with the longest, sexiest legs dance in a black dress which should have been illegal to wear. Especially with a tight little ass like that.
“Who is that? I need to fucking meet her.” Vincent was going to seriously need to thank his friends Nero and Amo for setting this whole thing up. He might have come to Poison with another girl and planned to get Nero’s fake date, too, but that didn’t matter anymore. He was sure the girl shaking her ass to the music would be way better than the threesome he could have had.
I’ve had threesomes before, but her … I want her.
He knew he had competition by the crowd of guys surrounding her and her friend, but then he watched her push them away. I’d like to see her push me away.
Vincent was primed and ready, thinking about all the fun and glorious rough sex they were going…
“Wait, I think I know them.” The flash of the neon light had illuminated their faces for mere seconds. In that moment, he was definitely sure he knew the hot girl’s friend in the purple dress.
Vincent continued to watch them until the perfect moment when they faced him and another strike of light flashed. That was when he wished he could turn back time.
“Holy shit, that’s my fucking sister!” I am going to kill Adalyn and burn that fucking purple dress.
“Yeah, but who’s the one I need in my fucking bed?” Amo was just as entranced.
Something inside Vincent didn’t like what Amo had just said.
His words came out more like a growl as he watched the hot girl push her long, silky hair back. “Lake, my fucking sister’s best friend.”
Amo’s eyes didn’t waiver from her ass. “Damn, have you been keeping her all to yourself?”
“No, man. I’ve known her since preschool, so don’t fucking think about it.” Vincent made sure the last part did come out as an actual growl that time.
He tried not to listen to Nero’s laughter. The guy was clearly getting a kick out of Vincent’s two heads fighting. I’m not thinking about her that way. I’m not thinking about her that way…
“Shit, man, just think about all the years you’ve missed out on that one,” Amo joked, again not moving his eyes, which made Vincent want to rip them out of his fucking big head.
I am going to kill them.
“They are dead.” Although Vincent tried to keep his body under control, Nero’s laughter was making it hard. Then, when two guys appeared and started grabbing at the girls, he decided to fuck control.
“No, they are fucking dead!”
* * *
As the night progressed, she and Adalyn got into a rhythm and they couldn’t be stopped. Many guys tried to dance with them, only to be pushed away. They only danced with each other, which enticed the men even more.
When a group of guys joined around them, Lake noticed their dates had finally found them. She decided to treat them the same way as all the other men trying to grope her by pushing them back. Thankfully they didn’t put up much of a fight, seeming to be content simply watching.
That was when Lake and Adalyn were quickly grabbed by two guys who had gotten sick and tired of being turned down.
Get off me! She was attempting to shove the guy away when Lake thought she heard Adalyn yell, “Vincent!”
“Huh?” Confused, she quickly used all her strength to shove the guy off. When she turned, she saw Vincent heading their way.
Oh, shit. She knew this wasn’t going to be good. Lake and Adalyn scurried toward him.
Vincent happened to be Adalyn’s brother. Well, technically, her stepbrother. They were toddlers when his mother married Adalyn’s father. Hell, they didn’t even know they weren’t anything other than blood siblings until they got older. With them both being the same age, they might as well have been twins.
It’s okay. He doesn’t know we were on a date.
His pissed-the-fuck-off face said otherwise, though.
“What the fuck are you both doing here?” Vincent growled.
Michael and Tim pulled them back. “They are with us.”
Well, now he knows.
Vincent pointed toward the guys Lake and Adalyn had been trying to fight off. “Okay, then who the fuck are you two?”
Suddenly, Lake and Adalyn were jerked back again by the two who didn’t like to be turned down. Will they quit that shit!
The one holding Vincent’s sister had the balls to speak. “We’re the ones who are going to fuck them by the end of the night. So find your own.”
Lake felt a nice chunk of her ass being groped.
“Hey, get off me!” she said, frantically hitting him.
Adalyn, on the other hand, was calm. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
Lake’s eyes were drawn to Vincent as he started rolling up the sleeves on his black button-down shirt. For some reason, she saw him differently than she usually did in that moment. She didn’t understand why, though.
Vincent had it all and was never anything less than immaculate. The handsome face, the perfect light blonde hair, and the dreamy baby-blue eyes. He was a god. And the worst part was Vincent knew it.
He turned up the last bit of his sleeve. “You’ve got this all wrong, motherfucker. That’s my sister you’re holding there, and unfortunately, she will be the last girl you’ll be able to hold.”
Lake blinked her eyes a few times. Oh, my fucking Go—
“This bitch isn’t your sister.” The guy holding Lake started to laugh. Looking down at her, he finished, “Looks like you’re mine.”
She watched something change in Vincent’s eyes as he flexed his jaw. “These fuckers are mine; you two get the little shits who brought them here.”
Lake finally noticed the two guys beside Vincent. When they started rolling up their sleeves like Vincent had with smiles on their faces, she came to the understanding that one was scary and gorgeous, while the other was big and frightening.
Again, the girls found themselves being pulled in different directions when their dates tried to grab them back. This is really starting to piss me off!
“Man, I thought you’d never ask,” the gorgeous one said, grabbing Vincent’s shoulder.
“You guys can thank me later for bringing you here,” the big one sneered, making him somehow scarier.
Yep, I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well.
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Books By Jamie Begley:
The Last Riders Series:
Razer’s Ride
Viper’s Run
Knox’s Stand
Shade’s Fall
Cash’s Fight
Shade
Biker Bitches Series:
Sex Piston
Fat Louise
The VIP Room Series:
Teased
Tainted
King
Predators MC:
Riot
The Dark Souls Series:
Soul Of A Man
Soul Of A Woman
Who on God’s Earth owns that sweet ass?
Vincent couldn’t move his body as he stared at the perfection before him. He was watching a girl with the longest, sexiest legs dance in a black dress which should have been illegal to wear. Especially with a tight little ass like that.
“Who is that? I need to fucking meet her.” Vincent was going to seriously need to thank his friends Nero and Amo for setting this whole thing up. He might have come to Poison with another girl and planned to get Nero’s fake date, too, but that didn’t matter anymore. He was sure the girl shaking her ass to the music would be way better than the threesome he could have had.
I’ve had threesomes before, but her … I want her.
He knew he had competition by the crowd of guys surrounding her and her friend, but then he watched her push them away. I’d like to see her push me away.
Vincent was primed and ready, thinking about all the fun and glorious rough sex they were going…
“Wait, I think I know them.” The flash of the neon light had illuminated their faces for mere seconds. In that moment, he was definitely sure he knew the hot girl’s friend in the purple dress.
Vincent continued to watch them until the perfect moment when they faced him and another strike of light flashed. That was when he wished he could turn back time.
“Holy shit, that’s my fucking sister!” I am going to kill Adalyn and burn that fucking purple dress.
“Yeah, but who’s the one I need in my fucking bed?” Amo was just as entranced.
Something inside Vincent didn’t like what Amo had just said.
His words came out more like a growl as he watched the hot girl push her long, silky hair back. “Lake, my fucking sister’s best friend.”
Amo’s eyes didn’t waiver from her ass. “Damn, have you been keeping her all to yourself?”
“No, man. I’ve known her since preschool, so don’t fucking think about it.” Vincent made sure the last part did come out as an actual growl that time.
He tried not to listen to Nero’s laughter. The guy was clearly getting a kick out of Vincent’s two heads fighting. I’m not thinking about her that way. I’m not thinking about her that way…
“Shit, man, just think about all the years you’ve missed out on that one,” Amo joked, again not moving his eyes, which made Vincent want to rip them out of his fucking big head.
I am going to kill them.
“They are dead.” Although Vincent tried to keep his body under control, Nero’s laughter was making it hard. Then, when two guys appeared and started grabbing at the girls, he decided to fuck control.
“No, they are fucking dead!”
* * *
As the night progressed, she and Adalyn got into a rhythm and they couldn’t be stopped. Many guys tried to dance with them, only to be pushed away. They only danced with each other, which enticed the men even more.
When a group of guys joined around them, Lake noticed their dates had finally found them. She decided to treat them the same way as all the other men trying to grope her by pushing them back. Thankfully they didn’t put up much of a fight, seeming to be content simply watching.
That was when Lake and Adalyn were quickly grabbed by two guys who had gotten sick and tired of being turned down.
Get off me! She was attempting to shove the guy away when Lake thought she heard Adalyn yell, “Vincent!”
“Huh?” Confused, she quickly used all her strength to shove the guy off. When she turned, she saw Vincent heading their way.
Oh, shit. She knew this wasn’t going to be good. Lake and Adalyn scurried toward him.
Vincent happened to be Adalyn’s brother. Well, technically, her stepbrother. They were toddlers when his mother married Adalyn’s father. Hell, they didn’t even know they weren’t anything other than blood siblings until they got older. With them both being the same age, they might as well have been twins.
It’s okay. He doesn’t know we were on a date.
His pissed-the-fuck-off face said otherwise, though.
“What the fuck are you both doing here?” Vincent growled.
Michael and Tim pulled them back. “They are with us.”
Well, now he knows.
Vincent pointed toward the guys Lake and Adalyn had been trying to fight off. “Okay, then who the fuck are you two?”
Suddenly, Lake and Adalyn were jerked back again by the two who didn’t like to be turned down. Will they quit that shit!
The one holding Vincent’s sister had the balls to speak. “We’re the ones who are going to fuck them by the end of the night. So find your own.”
Lake felt a nice chunk of her ass being groped.
“Hey, get off me!” she said, frantically hitting him.
Adalyn, on the other hand, was calm. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
Lake’s eyes were drawn to Vincent as he started rolling up the sleeves on his black button-down shirt. For some reason, she saw him differently than she usually did in that moment. She didn’t understand why, though.
Vincent had it all and was never anything less than immaculate. The handsome face, the perfect light blonde hair, and the dreamy baby-blue eyes. He was a god. And the worst part was Vincent knew it.
He turned up the last bit of his sleeve. “You’ve got this all wrong, motherfucker. That’s my sister you’re holding there, and unfortunately, she will be the last girl you’ll be able to hold.”
Lake blinked her eyes a few times. Oh, my fucking Go—
“This bitch isn’t your sister.” The guy holding Lake started to laugh. Looking down at her, he finished, “Looks like you’re mine.”
She watched something change in Vincent’s eyes as he flexed his jaw. “These fuckers are mine; you two get the little shits who brought them here.”
Lake finally noticed the two guys beside Vincent. When they started rolling up their sleeves like Vincent had with smiles on their faces, she came to the understanding that one was scary and gorgeous, while the other was big and frightening.
Again, the girls found themselves being pulled in different directions when their dates tried to grab them back. This is really starting to piss me off!
“Man, I thought you’d never ask,” the gorgeous one said, grabbing Vincent’s shoulder.
“You guys can thank me later for bringing you here,” the big one sneered, making him somehow scarier.
Yep, I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well.
Available Now!
Books By Jamie Begley:
The Last Riders Series:
Razer’s Ride
Viper’s Run
Knox’s Stand
Shade’s Fall
Cash’s Fight
Shade
Biker Bitches Series:
Sex Piston
Fat Louise
The VIP Room Series:
Teased
Tainted
King
Predators MC:
Riot
The Dark Souls Series:
Soul Of A Man
Soul Of A Woman
