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“Here, Jessie.” The nearest biker yanked off his white T-shirt and shoved it at the woman. Someone had got her a first aid box, and she was unraveling a bandage. She knew what she was doing. She shoved the T-shirt against Lyle’s head, and indeed blood soaked it immediately. “Head wounds bleed a lot but this-”
“Get him to a room, address the bleeding, get him stable, then, if we need to look at head trauma, we can figure that out later.” Colt said to Jessie, calming her. She nodded, took a deep breath, and got to work wrapping the bandage around the T-shirt and Lyle’s head.
“Wait…wait…” Lyle was trying to say something.
Penny didn’t think. She grabbed his hand. “I’m here, it’s Penny, you’ll be okay,” she said, not really knowing if he would or wouldn’t be, just trying to reassure.
“I’m sorry-” he began, the T-shirt was over his eyes now, he couldn’t see.
“It’s okay, we’ll pick back up when you’ve recovered-” she began to say, though disappointment was blossoming in her chest.
“No, I fucked up-”
“Save your energy, Lyle, you’re losing blood-” Penny swallowed, looking at the now bright red T-shirt.
“Wait… Nix?” Lyle said, turning his head a fraction. Penny looked up to the biker opposite her. He was topless, having sacrificed his T-shirt.
Penny blinked. He was incredible. Tattoos everywhere. And not just any tattoos. Beautiful ones. All over his chest, piercings, too. She gulped, both nipples, one vertically and horizontally in the same nipple, his nose, twice. Even tattoos up his neck, into his hair, disappearing as his hair thickened out on top.
“Yes buddy?” Nix, the tattooed, topless guy said, reaching out a hand to grasp Lyle’s. Lyle held it tightly, Penny noticed.
“Nix, this little vixen is Penny-” Lyle slurred.
“Oh, we can do introductions later-” Penny began.
“No, no, Penny, I want Nix to show you a good time tonight…”
“I… what?” Nix said, his eyes flicked from Lyle to Penny. She noticed he had beautiful eyes, blue, but with an amber ring in the center. Unusual, like a rare gemstone.
“Penny, Nix is… good…” Lyle licked his lips. Somehow he had blood in his mouth, clinging to his teeth.
“Um… don’t worry about me, I’ll go home and see you later-” Penny began, confused about what Lyle was asking.
Nix’s eyes flashed over her. Lingered on her boobs, probably on full display as she was on her knees bent over Lyle.
He gave her a smile and a wink. “Fuck, brother, you sure?” Nix said.
Penny froze.
Lyle smiled, too, but without his eyes, Penny couldn’t tell if it was genuine. “Yeah, Penny is here for a good time, I fucked up, Nix, can you do a brother a favor? Show her a good time for me, huh? Like arealgood time?”
Penny blinked in disbelief. “You’re… you’re handing me over?”
“Yeah, you’ll have fun with Nix here.”
“I’ll take good care of you, Vixen.” Nix was smiling like he’d just won the lottery.
Her new nickname in the mouth of this young, tattooed god of a man was something else.
“But…” A thousand thoughts swam through her brain. She zapped each one down. She didn’t know this guy Nix. She was older than him. He was… quite clearly a lot racier than she was. She’d come for Lyle but he was… asking another guy to ‘take care’ of her for the evening. This was beyond anything she had expected, this was wilder than she’d thought possible. But… it would tick the box that she came here for, after all. It was ridiculous, but she was dead set on her goals. She wanted to be a mother. And she needed one thing and one thing only for that.
She let her breath go. She let her inhibitions go, she let everything she thought she knew about herself go. “Okay,” she whispered.
Nix had spotted her as soon as she’d walked in the door. She wasallwoman. Curves, a tight red dress, soft, long, blonde hair and all polished and shiny. She looked like a slightly older Brazilian model, legs for miles, strong thighs, just curvier, which was a fucking killer combination in Nix’s book. His eyes had clocked her and then seconds later clocked Lyle making a beeline for her. And he’d immediately guessed who she was. She’d come for Lyle. He’d heard, Ash had been there, Ash had told him. How this hot chick called Penny had stomped into the café and, to provoke her husband into divorcing her, she’d grabbed Lyle and kissed him. According to Ash, Penny had been incredibly up for more physicality. Lyle had ended up face smashed into her boobs, which Nix could see for himself, were some of the hottest he’d ever seen. Round, full, spilling out the top of her dress. Just how Nix liked it.
Nix had wasted no time since Lyle had been carted off to get stitched up. He’d got her a drink and sat her at the bar. She was shaken up, confused, and intimidated by him. He could tell, she kept looking away, kept looking down.
Nix knew he was a good looking guy. His tattoos and piercings, though, appealed to a certain type of lady, and pushed other types away. Penny would have been one of those who steered clear of Nix. She was classy, clean, so conventional Nix wanted to ruffle her up. Dye her hair, tattoo that peachy skin. Mess her up. Do something naughty to her. Come inside her. Fuck. Knock her up and send her back to her uptown world with his mess on her. With something of him and his unruly world permanently a part of her.
