Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) Read Free

DSLs. Those boys don’t stand a chance.”
    “What?”
    “Dick-sucking lips,” I told my obviously confused friend along with an exaggerated blowjob motion complete with hand action.
    Blushing bright red, Marley stuttered out something that I couldn’t hear over the laughter around me. I couldn’t help but feel love for my girls as they easily brought Marley into their fold. Maybe it was because these women were constantly judged by society for being “biker bitches”, but they were some of the most nonjudgmental people I’ve ever met, and once they felt they could trust you, they would bend over backwards to help.
    One of the women nearby, an older lady with brassy red hair piled on top of her head and a big smile, spoke up. “It’s a crime a pretty little thing like you doesn’t have a man at home. I’ve seen your boy, he’s adorable, and you’re a good mama. You’re a treasure waiting for the right man to find you, so hold out for a good one. You listen to me, I’ve been married three times and my first two husbands were complete bastards. Don’t settle for anything less than a patch on your back and someone your son can be proud to have as a daddy.”
    My friend blinked at her, then hesitantly smiled. “Uh—thank you.”
    “Sarah,” Beach’s distinctive voice bellowed from outside. “Come here, woman. Now.”
    “Yes, darling .” I sighed as I looked around and said in a lower voice, “Good thing he’s hot, ’cause otherwise I’d have shot him a long time ago.”
    “My sexy bitch,” Beach bellowed, and I knew he knew he was annoying me. “I said bring your tight ass over here.”
    All the women erupted into giggles as I visibly twitched. Okay, not all of them, a few sour grapes were still pissy that I was Beach’s old lady, but I paid them no mind. I had better things to think about, like the tanned and toned epitome of biker hotness waiting for me. A little tingle went through me as I anticipated the feeling of his body against mine, of his scent filling me while he held me close. We couldn’t be near each other without touching in some way.
    What they didn’t know was that I hadn’t jumped because of his bellow, but because he’d chosen that moment to turn on the vibrator held against my clit by my panties. I had no one but myself to blame for this situation. After all, I was the one who’d been online toy shopping while he was away doing club business, and had bought it for him.
    What can I say, Carlos Rodriguez was a complete freak between the sheets, and I loved it.
    The vibrator began to pulse gently and I bit back a moan, trying to keep the pleasure off my face. When I’d given the box containing the panties to him this morning, wrapped up all pretty with a bow, he’d given me such a predatory look that I’d been two heartbeats away from saying screw the picnic and screwing him instead. As he’d watched me slip the special black panties on, then position the bullet against my clit, his cock had been pressing against the worn denim of his faded jeans like it was trying to tear through the thick fabric to get to me. The toy combined his love of me in lingerie with something that got me off, so he considered it the perfect gift. I know my man, and the fact that he would have complete control of my arousal made him happy.
    Thank goodness, because he was beginning to worry me. Something big was going on and with every passing day, the air of tension and alertness around him grew. Even now, in the middle of a family picnic, I noticed more nomads were visiting us than usual, and they were all watching the property like a bunch of unchained, territorial pit bulls. These guys, for various reasons, didn’t belong to any particular club, but they were still part of Iron Horse. They roamed the land, going where they were needed, and usually fucking someone’s shit up royally while they were there. For sure they were a different breed of biker, the kind that didn’t like to form