Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)(2)By: Phoenyx Slaughter
Except, I’ve wanted her from the second we met. And now there’s no reason I can’t have her.
All day I begged Karina to let me tag along to her boyfriend’s motorcycle club, but now that I’m here, I’m terrified.
The reality is so much scarier than all the things I’ve fantasized about since the first time I visited the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse.
A few weeks ago, I’d dropped Karina off to visit her boyfriend. I hadn’t expected the president of the club to take an interest me. The intensity of his deep blue eyes tied my tongue in knots and I made a fool of myself. That had been during the middle of the day. Things were relatively calm.
Tonight, the clubhouse is in the middle of a big celebration, and I’ve never seen some of the sex acts being done around me. Not even on those five-minute Pornhub clips I’ve snuck a peek at once or twice when I found my way around my parents’ firewall.
My best friend has been keeping serious secrets. It blows my mind Karina hangs out around this erotic mayhem and never told me. I’m utterly shocked and throbbing with curiosity about everything I see.
You’re a whore just like your friend.
I give myself a shake, hoping to silent my parents’ ever-present criticism and focus. I swore if I had another chance to talk to Romeo, I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Yet here I am, gawking like a scared little girl.
This is the scene Romeo’s used to. The kind of behavior he expects. Sexy, confident girls. Not virgins who have no idea what they’re doing.
Well, some idea.
But my ex-boyfriend, Bobby, might as well have been an armadillo for all the similarity he has to Romeo.
The arrogance of having a road name like Romeo. Either he’s really good in the sack or has a micro penis.
God, I hope it’s not a micro penis.
The way he’s staring at me and running his hand over a chin full of scruff, I think I’m about to find out.
“Did you have a good birthday?” he asks while watching me as if I’m the only person in the room.
Because he wants to get in your panties, idiot.
He doesn’t even pretend he’s not checking me out. His deep sapphire eyes gleam with sex and mischief while they appreciate my long, bare legs, covered by a short, frilly skirt. I practically feel the weight of his gaze as it moves up my body, over my hips, and over the swells of my breasts, barely concealed by the flimsy fabric of my camisole.
“Not really. I think you can make it better, though.” Where the hell did I find the lady balls to say that?
Romeo likes my forwardness. A feral smile lights up his face. Hell help me, this man’s insanely hot. The beard scruff doesn’t hide the hard angles of his jaw. The fitted T-shirt he’s wearing under his leather vest hints at the rock-hard body underneath. Tattoos peek out from every available inch of skin. His thick, dark hair seems too wild to be contained and falls over his forehead in a way that declares badass. Every inch of him screams reckless, gruff, crude, dirty, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
I’m so in over my head with this guy…this man.
And I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Athena has starred in a whole lot of my fantasies lately. Now she’s here in the flesh, and I can’t stop staring at her flawless skin and perfect body, dying for a taste. I bet her skin’s soft and silky all over. Those little hands of hers will feel a whole lot better wrapped around my cock than mine do. That’s for sure.
Her gaze swings from curious to scared to turned-on while she looks around the room. She’s so pretty and so completely out of place in my clubhouse of sin. Too bright and clean to be somewhere so dark and dirty. I want to run my hands over every inch of her. Discover if she’s as smooth as she looks. I want to paint streaks of grease from my hands all over her pristine skin, marking her as mine. It’s a primitive reaction I can’t explain.
Another guy might be embarrassed by the way his brothers are behaving out in the open where anyone can see. But it’s a special night. This is the way we celebrate the patching in of two brothers. Two of her classmates, actually.
The Iron Bulls MC is my home and she should see what that means upfront. I ain’t into sugar-coated bullshit or lies to impress anyone. Not even some chick I’ve been dying to bury my dick in for weeks.