Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) Read Free

and he found himself cruising aimlessly down the road most nights, only returning home when the silver light of the moon faded to early dawn. Tonight, riding didn’t even seem appealing. A bottle of Jack and his bed was all he could focus on.
    The loud sound of whistles captured his attention and he looked around, half annoyed, half curious to see what the fuss was about. Over by the door, Sandman walked in with a hot new stock of scantily clad rats dressed to impress and eager to please. “Damn. That might give me incentive to stay longer than I had planned…”
    “Fuck, check out the ass on that stacked blonde. I can see myself rubbing my dick between those tits…then up in that tight little ass.” Yo Neg took inventory, making mental notes of the ones that made his cock twitch. As he watched the parade close the distance between them, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up when he saw another dark-haired beauty behind them, wearing leather from head to toe, from the vest that left little to the imagination to the second skin pants and high heel boots. Abi. His mood took a wild turn as he lost all focus but on her. She greeted those she passed, radiating confidence and a badass air to her that called to him. Instead of following the bimbo train over to where he sat, she branched off and over to the bar, turning those away who dared a death sentence from Sledge for a shot. Instead of her looking for someone, she was content alone and the guys flocked to her. It was a total change of rolls—a Savage eclipse of sorts. He fought back his feelings, mentally smacking himself for his less than tough reaction to her. Hell, she’d walked in the fucking room, and he wanted her to drop to her knees in front of him and suck him off. So he was more than relieved when Sandman approached, waving his arm out to the side.
    “You two get first pick before we set the wolves loose.”
    “You. Come here.” Tonka pointed at the smallest of the group. The little brunette’s eyes went wide before she plastered on her best fake flirty look and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Yeah, she was fresh all right; barely legal and green broke.
    The woman sauntered over to him, propping her hand on her hip. “What’s your name, big boy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes down at him. Tonka’s arm reached out, wrapped around her waist, and yanked her between his parted knees, pulling her against his groin. He couldn’t help but laugh from her pale attempt at formalities.
    “Tonka. What’s yours, baby?” He humored her.
    “Katy,” she said shyly.
    No, she was definitely new to the scene and exactly what the doctor had ordered. She let out a yelp, smiling down in surprise. Time to break her in how he liked ‘em.
    Yep. She’s green, Yo Neg thought . She won’t be after tonight. He cocked his head, taking another look at the blonde that had caught his eye first. She didn’t have that semi-innocent glow like the little fawn Tonka had chosen, but she looked like she knew her way around a cock pretty good, which was what he needed tonight—a good rough fuck to get whatever was warped in his brain straight again. While he vaguely heard the girl say her name was Mercy and the corny ‘have mercy’ lame ass joke Tonka spewed, he crooked his finger and stared at her tits. She narrowed her big blue eyes and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked, choosing to take matters into her own hands and straddle his lap to skip the formalities. Perfect. Without a word, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth with a little more enthusiasm than he’d expected, not that he was complaining. He pulled her closer, grinding her down on his half stiff rod.
    “Mmm. Now that’s what I came for,” her hot breath grazed against his open mouth. When her hands edged up the hem of his t-shirt, he caught them, pinning them together.
    “Let’s get one thing straight, bitch. I’m running this show, got it?”