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They pass beers around and I find a bottle forced into my hands by a biker with a snake tattoo winding around his neck. I take a sip and, to my surprise, it doesn’t taste as bitter as I remembered. I wonder if I’m getting used to the taste of alcohol or if I’m just drunker than I realize.
Suddenly, someone cuts off the music. The crowd murmurs and then someone lets out a shrill whistle. I look around, confused, before I spot Zeke. He’s standing on the raised platform to the side of the bar that I didn’t realize serves as a makeshift stage. Zeke’s guitar is slung over his shoulders, and he smiles shyly as he taps his finger against the microphone.
“Testing,” Zeke says, his voice loud and clear. He grins, and he’s so sexy. With his colorful tattoos and tousled blonde hair, Zeke looks like the epitome of a rock star.
“I’m going to play a song for our old lady,” Zeke announces, and there are a few gasps amongst the audience before a smattering of applause and cheers.
“This is for Goldie,” Zeke says and he searches for me in the audience.
Zeke’s blue eyes lock on mine and that’s where they stay for the entire duration of his serenade. He strums, singing the song aboutthe preacher’s son that he played for me before. After the first line, the crowd titters in delight and, at the end, everyone bursts into applause. I never thought that I would witness a standing ovation from terrifying outlaw bikers, but it’s a testament to Zeke’s talent and stage presence.
Zeke is positively mesmerizing on stage. My skin prickles with goosebumps and my muscles feel frozen in place. I stare at him, my jaw gaping open as Zeke thanks the audience and unstraps the guitar from his back.
There are slaps on the back and words of congratulations, but Zeke makes a beeline from the stage to my seat near the bar.
“Zeke, you were amaz-“ I compliment him, but I’m interrupted. Zeke wraps his arms around me, plucking me from my seat between Rex and Gunner.
Then it’s like everything happens in slow motion. It feels like every eye in the room is on us when Zeke dramatically dips me back, just to gently press his lips against mine. It feels like a scene from a movie and everyone in the Grim Rider’s bar breaks out into applause once more.
There are whistles and some hoots and hollers, but it’s all just background noise to me. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as Zeke kisses me until I’m breathless.
When we finally break away, there is still cheering. I’m smiling back at Zeke, my head slightly spinning as I scan the crowd.
To my surprise, the bikers haven’t raised a single eyebrow at our arrangement. It amazes me they’ve accepted me and the crowd is all smiles, except for one scowling face.
Lila stands behind the bar, her bleached blonde head propped up on one fist. She’s staring daggers at me and I’m lucky that looks can’t kill.
Marigold wouldn’t gloat. Marigold would probably try to empathize with her. There’s still some of that inside of me, but I’m Goldie now. Lila really didn’t need to be such a bitch.
Zeke refuses to play another tune, so they switch on the stereo system again. There are more shots all around and more laughter, but as the night goes on, people separate into small groups.
Zeke has his arm loosely draped around my shoulders and Gunner has his hand on my knee underneath the table. Rex is across from me, entertaining all of us with a story, but my eyes wander around the room.
There’s a couple tucked away in the shadows in the bar's corner. The biker with the snake tattoos has a busty brunette pushed up against the wall. Her skirt is hiked up around her hips and her legs are wrapped against his waist. He’s thrusting against her, and it’s more than just some innocent dry humping. Her head is thrown back with her eyes closed and her mouth formed into the shape of an “o.” I can hear their groans over the sound of the music.
I feel guilty for watching and I feel my cheeks burn, but when I jerk my head in the other direction, there’s only more debauchery on display there.
At the table right next to ours, a blonde is on her knees in front of a long black-haired biker sitting in a chair. He combs his fingers through her tresses, holding on at the nape of her neck as she bobs her head up and down in his lap.
“Interested?” Gunner growls into my ear. His breath tickles and my body breaks into goosebumps.
I feel my entire body flush with the embarrassment of being caught, but when I look straight forward, there is more lust on display. I gasp when I realize what’s happening.
A curvy redhead is on all fours on the pool table and she iscompletelynude. There’s a biker in front of her on his knees and a biker behind her, both with pants around their ankles. I can’t pull my eyes away as I watch them move. The men both thrust their cocks into her as she rocks back and forth between them.
“Something you’d like to try?” Zeke whispers, and his hand squeezes my knee. His fingers creep up my thigh.
“Yes,” I whisper, looking down before I meet his twinkling blue eyes. I watch as his eyebrows lift slightly, registering his surprise. Then Zeke’s lips twist into a mischievous smirk and his fingers inch upwards.
I’m breathing slightly heavier now and there’s an ache between my legs. I was on the verge of orgasm earlier and abruptly denied. The same desire has returned in even greater force. I still can feel the wetness between my legs.
Gunner turns toward me, using his body to shield me from the crowd. His hazel eyes burn into mine and one hand gently cups my breast. I bite my lip and Gunner pinches my nipple through the fabric. It shoots tingles between my legs and I hold back a moan.
“Do you want to, Goldie?” Gunner asks.
Zeke’s hand creeps upward until it’s brushing against my pussy lips, covered by the thin, slightly damp material of my panties.
“Yes,” I moan.
