The Last Riders - First Four Votes Read Free Page A

packed. Friday was a busy night for the bar, but the vast majority of spaces were filled with motorcycles. A sinking feeling hit her stomach. Before she could change her mind and call Loker James back to tell him that she couldn’t rescue his father, Beth walked quickly to the entrance. As she neared the doorway, a movement to the side of the business drew her attention.
    A male was leaning against the side of the building, the darkened wall providing support as a woman with a frilly black skirt was on her knees before him. Her bobbing head showed exactly what sexual act she was performing on the male with his cock buried in her mouth. When Beth was able to lift her shocked eyes from the thrusting hips and large member being shoved into the woman’s eager mouth, she recognized the man from earlier today as the one who had seen her scurrying to her car. Even now, Beth had to stop herself from running back to the safety of the waiting vehicle when he lifted his gaze and saw Beth staring at them in shocked surprise.
    He did not slow down, instead the hand in the woman’s hair tightened as he pulled her closer onto him. He momentarily broke eye contact with Beth to watch his length disappear into the woman’s obviously experienced mouth. Her black tube top was down around her waist and his fingers were tugging on the woman’s breast in his hand. Beth saw his fingers twist her nipple and the woman began to squirm as her head bobbed faster until Beth could tell from his lustful groan, as well as the woman’s gasps, that he was coming in her mouth.
    When a slamming door jarred her back to reality she walked jerkily forward, practically running into the bar. Beth despised herself for watching the couple, but she had been frozen in place, unable to move with his eyes pinning her there.
    It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the bar. Looking around, she saw Ton sitting at the bar and it seemed she had arrived just in time. He was currently being held by the throat by another biker she had seen with Samantha, who was now sitting on the lap of a heavily tattooed biker, earlier that day.
    Guessing fidelity did not exist among the group, Beth motioned to Mick who had not taken his eyes off her since she had entered the bar. Carefully walking up behind Ton, who couldn’t see her approach due to the biker now holding him dangling in the air, Beth reached out a hand and tugged at the arm determined to strangle the life out of her client.
    “Excuse me, could you please let him go?” The unbelievably scary face that turned to her forced an unintended squeak past her trembling lips. Beth knew she was a self-confessed coward and wisely would have never in a million years attempted to confront the huge being in front of her in usual circumstances. This was definitely far from usual. She was being forced into the confrontation for her client’s well-being and, of course, the huge amount she was planning on charging Loker James.
    Swallowing the huge lump of fear lodged in her throat, she reached out and tugged his hand away from a purple Ton.
    Released, Ton grabbed the bar, hanging on as he dragged air into his oxygen deprived lungs. His gasps for air drawing everyone’s attention as they waited to see if the old man would have a heart attack or recover.
    “What the fuck?” When the huge biker moved forward to grab Ton again, Beth moved, placing herself in front of Ton and thereby, blocking his access.
    “I apologize for anything and everything he has done. I am here to pick him up. If you would give me a minute, I will get him out of your hair.” Belatedly, Beth noticed the scary biker dude had no hair. “I mean—” hastily Beth spoke once again. “I know he can be a little irritating when he has been drinking, and I won’t let him bother you further.”
    The silence in the bar allowed Beth to hear her thundering heartbeat.
    “He called me a pussy. I am going to beat the shit out of him then you can