Page 73 of Tinsel & Chrome

I watch Player grabs the girl, a hangaround, by the hips and fucks her over the pool table.

“Give it to her,” Hatchet yells, grabbing his junk.

“That’s it, sweetie, take me all inside your tight pussy,” Player growls, slamming into her.

The bitches always fall for Player, always coming back for more, but he’s not going to commit to one. Not when he has all of them with just a look.

Then the fucking image of that sassy, sexy-as-hell girl flashes through my mind. Her sparkling hazel eyes, full of trouble, and her sexy smirk makes me harder.

Fuck!

She’s a fucking headache, and I haven’t touched her.

Yeah, watching the Brothers fuck gets you fucking horny. I adjust my cock, and take a pull of beer. I look around, all of the club whores are busy. Fuck, I’ll get some at the strip club.

“Hell, let’s go. I’m starving,” Psycho says, looking around the clubhouse.

“Yeah, I need some food,” Ice says, nodding.

“Brother, I need to get gone. I need to get some grub. I’m fucking hungry, then some pussy,” I say, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“Fuck, that’s a plan,” Psycho says, nodding.

“Brothers, I’m coming with you,” Enforcer says.

“First, we stop for gas,” I say.

We walk out of the clubhouse across the parking lot to our bikes. I look around the parking lot, and surprise, surprise. I watch them enter the clubhouse, and my blood boils.

“Brothers, I’ll catch up. I have bitch to get gone,” I say, clenching my fists.

“Brother, what the fuck,” Ice says.

“Do you need help,” Enforcer says.

I walk back to the clubhouse through the back door. My Brothers follow me, and I love that they always have my six. The clubhouse is louder, and more fucking going around.

I don’t like that she’s here. This girl needs to get gone because she doesn’t belong here. I’m going to allow her to fuck around with the Brothers.

Period.

I walk down the long hallway and enter the main clubhouse. I spot her, laughing and shaking her tight, curvy body. My blood boils, and I clench my jaw. I walk to her, taking long strides, and I wrap my arm around her small waist, pulling her close.

“What... the fuck,” She gasps, wide-eyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here? You need to get gone,” I hiss, holding her tight.

“Fuck, biker dude. Frosty, what’s your problem? I’m here for the party, and I want to get me some,” She says, raising a brow and bopping her head.

“You. Do. Not. Belong. Here,” I growl out each word, gazing into her eyes.

Fuck me!

She’s even more beautiful than I remembered.

“Why would I leave? I came to see you,” She purrs, smiling.

“You and your girls need to get gone,” I hiss, leaning in closer.

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