“I wanna win some money tonight, not lose.” Goldie brought the bottle of beer to his lips.
“Looks like you’re gonna have to be the one to play. Brutus told me he’s taking a break. He’s yet to beat her.” Army chuckled.
“Didn’t know you were all a bunch of pussies,” Muerto joked as he walked away with two drinks in his hands.
A shapely redhead edged in between Goldie and Chains and leaned against the bar. She cocked her head and a sultry smile formed on her shiny red lips. “Am I crowding you?” She ran her painted fingernail down his forearm.
“Nah.” From the seductive look in her eyes, he knew where she wanted this to go.
“What’re you drinking?” Jorge asked, leaning forward to get a better look at her cleavage in her low-cut halter top.
“Whiskey sour.” She fixed her attention back on Goldie, the tip of her tongue outlining the contours of her lips. “You’re an officer with the Night Rebels,” she said, her fingernail running over the raised lettering “Road Captain” on his cut.
He nodded and took another pull of his beer.
“You do all the runs and rallies, right?”
“And other stuff that involves bikes.”
“I bet you have a big Harley. I love Harleys. They’re such powerful machines. Just like the guys who ride them.” She leaned in to him, the side of her thigh pressed against his.
All he had to do was tell her to follow him to the back room and she’d be down on her knees with her red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking the hell out of him. He didn’t doubt that she’d give him a damn good blow job, but he wasn’t feeling it, and that surprised the hell out of him.
“She’s practically drooling, dude. Give the chick a break and take her in the back,” Army said from behind.
Goldie craned his neck. “You want her?”
Army jerked his head back. “You don’t? What the fuck? She’s a sweet piece of ass.”
The woman giggled and smiled at Army.
“Go for it,” Goldie replied.
Army scrubbed his face with his fist, then came in closer behind the woman. “My brother here is a fuckin’ idiot. You’re a gorgeous, sexy woman who needs a biker’s touch.”
She whirled around and pushed out her ample chest. “Are you an officer too?” Her brown eyes scanned his cut.
“Yeah.”
Goldie and Chains laughed.
“How come I don’t see your patch?” She ran her finger over his cut.
“Just got appointed today. I’m in charge of finding prime pussy for the brothers. We have a lot of parties, and we need only the best in Alina.”
“I didn’t know you guys did that, but it makes sense. You want to weed out the skanks, right?”
“Right.”
“He works real hard at his job,” Chains said as he leaned closer to the woman.
She glanced at Goldie. “I was hoping you and I could get friendly.”
“Army’s position is way higher than mine. We take pussy very seriously. He’s the one to impress.” Goldie picked up his beer bottle.
Her gaze lingering on Goldie’s, she said, “Do you want to audition me?”
Army held out his hand. “I wanna find out what your pretty mouth can do besides talking.” He threw back his shot and placed the empty glass on the bar next to Goldie.
