Oath Keepers MC:The Collection(6)

By: Sapphire Knight


“Calm, brother. Save it for your fight. You on the coka already?” Ares squints and looks me over. He’s always been good at being able to read me and my moods.

“No, man, just told Twist earlier to keep an eye on the bitch when I’m not there. And where the fuck is he? Letting all the brothers try to sample what I’m having tonight.” It comes out low, and I glower, searching for Twist.

“All right, well, get your chick so we can take off in five. You’ll be able to burn off that anger in the ring.”

I nod and take another deep breath.

Ares lets me go, and I make my way toward London. The brothers smile, chuckle, and smack my back as I pass each of them. Fuckers are worse than women—they love drama. They’re lucky I didn’t decide to be a dick and sucker punch a few.

I get to a smiling London as she holds out a shot for me. “Hey, cowboy, told you I like playing with kittens.” She holds the shot toward me. I don’t reach out; I just stand still and make her hold the glass.

“Kittens now, huh? This for me?” I smirk and nod at the shot.

I know it’s mine; I just want her to admit it. I want her fully aware that I’m in control of this situation--not her—and the little dramatic bar scene she created. She had the brothers swarming around her like she was a piece of meat dangled for some gators.

“Of course it’s yours; I wasn’t really giving it away to all the other hotties.”

I growl. It’s like she’s implying that she’s talking about her pussy being given away and not the shot. I’ll be damned if any of my brothers get her before me. I’ve wanted this bitch since I was fourteen fucking years old—a brother can wait. No, scratch that. My brothers can fuck off and just not touch her.

“Thanks, sweet cheeks. Lean back,” I order and push her gently to lay all the way onto the bar.

Bending over, I lick her neck and then sprinkle some salt on it. I blow on the salted area a little afterward, and she shivers. Next, I take the tequila and pour it slowly in her sexy little belly button. It overflows onto her tummy surrounding her belly piercing, and she tries to hold still.

“Don’t move and spill it or I’ll have to lick you all over,” I mutter huskily.

I’m getting turned on being close to her stomach, staring at the swell of her tits and wondering if the pink of her nipples will match the pink of her pussy. She sucks in a breath, and I go for it.

Leaning down, I suck up all the tequila from her belly button. I lick inside it, then lick and suck it off the remaining area of her tummy. I pull back then bend down toward her face.

Her eyes widen a little as if she’s wondering what I’m doing. I then suck all the salt off her neck and draw a little harder to leave my mark there by nibbling just enough. She reaches up, and I feel her grab onto my hair and pull it.

Fuck yeah, baby, pull it.

I bite down on her throat a little harder and feel her body jerk. I skim down her body to get the lemon wedge out of her cleavage, then lick around it and suck over the lemon onto part of her tit. Picking the lemon up with my teeth, I rub it gently on the swell of her breasts.

I swipe my tongue in a few long licks so I get it all up, then lean back and look down at her chest. Her tits are flushed a rosy hue; I follow the redness up her throat to see her cheeks have a light red tint.

Her breathing’s a little shallow, and her eyes are dilated. She looks so damn turned on, like she wants to fuck me right here on the bar. Normally, I’d be down for that in front of everybody, but tonight I have to fight first, fuck later.

She seems like she didn’t quite know what she was getting into when she gave me that shot. It was probably the most erotic thing I’ve done with a shot of tequila. We’ll have to see what I can come up with later when we celebrate. I may have to pour some whiskey in her cunt and suck it out. I bet she’d squirm and squirt like crazy on that one.

That’s right, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard later, your ass won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.

We all head out to our bikes, and London jumps right on the back of mine.

Her eagerness makes me smirk. “You ride before, sugar tits?” I question loudly over my shoulder as everyone begins to load up and start their bikes.

“Yes, a few times; I should be okay.” She scoots close to me and wraps her arms tightly around my torso.

I reach behind me and grab her ass in both my hands and scoot her so her pussy is resting right up against my ass. I can feel her tits molded to my back, and it’s got me rock hard. It looks like this is going to be a fast fight tonight. I want to get her lying down on her back, then bent over, and then bouncing as soon as possible.