One Night in the Outlaw's Bed Read Free

Brian Drake, a close friend of the club and the guy The Grizzlies
got a lot of the parts for their Harleys from.
    “Dude, I’m telling you that female sucked my cock like
she was a Hoover.” Court leaned back in the seat and slammed his hand down on
the table. The beer caps that littered the scarred wood jumped from the action.
“She sucked my cock for so long my shit got numb.”
    “Man, you’re insane if you’re trying to play it off
like you could last that long,” Drevin said with a chuckle. “I know for a fact
I saw you go into one of the backrooms with a club whore, and no more than
twenty minutes later she was coming out wiping her mouth like she had just
eaten dinner, and you followed behind stumbling to put your belt back on.” Drevin
was outright laughing now, Court had a scowl on his face, and Dallas still wore
this perpetual stoic expression. The two prospects that had joined them out
tonight, Dark and Tore, laughed their asses off.
    Diesel turned his attention back to Maggie and
watched her sway her hips to the music. He had felt her eyes on him, and when
she wasn’t looking he was the one staring at her. He shouldn’t, and not because
he was thirty-nine and far too old for her. He should stay away because
compared to him she seemed like this innocent virgin, and he was this vicious
bear starving for fresh meat. He was a dirty bastard with filthy sexual needs,
ones that would have marks on her pretty cream colored flesh, and leave pain
resonating throughout her body. When he found a female to relieve himself with,
he liked things rough, liked to be in control. As much as Diesel wanted Maggie,
wanted to feel himself push deep inside of that tight
little body, wanted to feel her come from the force of him fucking her, and
wanted her nails digging into his back until he hissed out in pain, he knew he
couldn’t have her. She was too good for the likes of him,
that was for fucking sure.
    The female currently on his lap and grinding her
shit all over him had clearly thought his erection was for her and from what
she was doing, because the low hum of approval that came from her told him as
much. When she reached down and attempted to slip her hand down his pants, he
stopped her with a firm hold on her wrist. He turned his head to look at her,
but all there was reflected back at him was the look of dirty need. He hadn’t
slept with this particular female before, and although a lot of the MC members
had a favorite club whore they slept with on more than one occasion, Diesel was
a one woman kind of male. He didn’t like to double dip and didn’t like sloppy
seconds, but females that hadn’t been with any of his MC brothers were far and few between, especially ones that liked his dirty kind of sex. He
lifted the female off of him and set her aside. She huffed out and pouted in
disappointment, but he still had his focus on Maggie. Fuck, she had blossomed
from the short and chubby girl he had seen at her dad’s shop to this curvy
woman that had nice, wide hips and big fucking tits. Her thighs were thick
enough to hold onto him as he fucked her against the wall, her hips went on for
miles, and her ass had him imagining spreading those round cheeks and licking
her tight hole between them. He looked at her breasts again and nearly groaned
aloud. The mounds were so big, so naturally bouncy, that his cock jerked as he
watched them move up and down and from side to side while she danced. He should
really look away, find a female to screw nice and hard, and put his thoughts of
having Maggie out of his head. But he was also a masochistic bastard with
sadistic tendencies, and wanting a female like Maggie, knowing he couldn’t have
her because he was so very bad for her, was as masochistic as it got. But the
things he wanted to do to her, the pleasure and pain he wanted to give her, were
all sadistic, and so damn hot as the images played
through his head.
    “D, hey man, you going after something?”
    He looked over