Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) Read Free

Like now.”
    “Don’t you want us to wait until you get back?” the blonde asked as she squeezed her tits.
    He groaned. “I don’t know what I have to do. I don’t like people in my room when I’m not here.”
    “We’re not just any people. Right? Can’t you bend your rules?”
    “Baby, you two are some hot chicks, but there’s plenty of hot pussy around here. Now get going. Dress fast. I gotta go.”
    The women cursed under their breaths but put on their clothes while throwing Throttle dirty looks. “You said we could party with the brothers tonight.”
    “That’s the way it goes. Go back to Rusty’s. You won’t have any problems finding another biker who’s horny. Leave your numbers. I’ll call you when we have a big party. Sound good?” He walked over and squeezed the blonde’s tits and the redhead’s ass. The women laughed, then wrote out their numbers and walked out with him.
    Rock smiled broadly at Throttle, his hungry gaze checking out the two women. “Sorry to have disturbed you, but you know how it is when the president wants something.”
    “No worries. Hey, these two chicks still wanna party. You doing anything?”
    Rock’s black eyes lit up as he shook his head. Throttle leaned in. “The redhead has lips for sucking and an ass made for fucking, and the blonde’s pussy is tight and her tits are damn big.” He winked.
    “What’re you two guys whispering about?” the redhead asked, batting her eyelashes.
    “My brother here, Rock, is the Sergeant-At-Arms of the club, and he was telling me how hot he thinks you two are.”
    “Are you telling us the truth? You’re really the muscle of the club?”
    “Yep.”
    Throttle shook his head, marveling at the way the biker groupies acted like the officers of an outlaw MC were like gods or something. “He loves pleasing women. You think you can take care of my brother while I’m away? If you’re still here when I get back, we can have a foursome. Would you like that?”
    The women’s eyes shined as Throttle stood before Banger’s door, ready to knock. Tucked snuggly under each of Rock’s arms, they waved to him, telling him to hurry back as they disappeared in the stairway. Laughing, he knocked on the door.
    “Come in,” Banger’s voice boomed.
    Throttle walked in and stood in front of his president, who was seated behind his desk. “Rock said you wanted to see me?”
    “Yeah. I need you to go over to Hawk’s shop and see if he’s done with my Harley. He’s had the bike for over a week, and I’m getting fuckin’ antsy to ride it.”
    Banger pulled me away from a luscious ass to check on his goddamned Harley? Is he fuckin’ serious? “You can’t get a hold of Hawk?”
    Banger narrowed his eyes. “If I could, I wouldn’t tell you to go over to his shop, would I? He’s not at the shop, and he’s not answering his phone. Probably in some damn country club tasting the food for his upcoming wedding. Fuck, he’s turning into a real pansy-ass.” Banger and Throttle chuckled. “Anyway, I want to go on the charity poker run next week, so I need my damn bike back. I’ve got a ton of shit to do here.” Banger waved his hands over the papers scattered on top of his desk.
    “Sure, I’ll go. You want me to call when I’m there?”
    “No. When you get back you can let me know what’s goin’ on with my Harley.”
    “That it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Cool. Later.” Throttle ambled out of the office, stopping to have a quick beer before he jumped on his bike. Why he couldn’t finish fucking that sexy piece of ass before he went on this errand was beyond him. Remembering that the two women would still be at the clubhouse when he returned, he revved his engine and blasted out of the parking lot, eager to finish quickly so he could have some fun with Rock and the sexy girls.

Chapter Two
    W hen Throttle entered Hawk’s shop, a blast of cold air slapped him in the face and he sighed in relief. It was damn hot outside, and he looked