Bull Read online Penny Dee (Kings of Mayhem MC #6)

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Mayhem MC Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
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“Cassidy is okay, I guess. Has a voice like an angel, if you like that kind of thing. Got pregnant with their daughter real quick. Too quick, if you ask me. Unless, of course, that was what she planned all along. Mind you, if I hid from my psychopathic brother in a cabin with Chance for weeks on end, I’d leave there knocked up, too. That man has a body I could eat with a spoon.”

Chance definitely turned her down at least once, too.

“The one with the crazy red hair is Autumn. She and Maverick are getting married soon. Such a shame.” She looked disappointed as she glanced over her shoulder to Maverick, who had his big arms wrapped around his fiancée. “He’s a lot of fun. Can’t believe he’s slapping on a ball and chain. I thought he liked to have a good time.”

“With you?”

She grinned wickedly. “Not yet.”

“He’s about to be married.”

She shrugged. “That doesn’t matter.”

“I’m sure it matters to Autumn.”

Tiffani waved it off as she took a long draw on her cigarette.

“And you’ve met Chastity…she’s the club princess. Daughter of the dead president, niece to the current one. Ruger must have a huge set of balls on him to take her on. Especially with their age difference.” Her eyes sparkled across at me. She was having a good time. “Most of the other wives don’t really hang out here too much. For some of the boys, this is their chance to get away from their ball and chain. That’s when they come and see me.”

I didn’t like the vibe this girl was giving off, and I wanted her to go away.

But she wasn’t finished yet.

“A word of advice?” she said, turning her cigarette packet between her fingers.

“I didn’t know I needed any.”

She smiled, but it wasn’t sweet. “If you’re going to drop your panties for any of them, you’d better make sure you make it memorable so they’ll want to keep you around.”

I put her white wine down in front of her. “Anything else?”

Tiffani’s nice girl mask finally slipped. “You’re not one of us. This place, the Kings, me—we’re family. If you have any intentions of going after Bull—”

Yep, this bitch felt threatened by me.

If only she knew.

I leaned against the bar in front of her. “Honey, the only reason I want them to keep me around is so I get paid every week for doing my job.” I started to walk away but paused. “And just so you know, if I did drop my panties for anyone, you’d better believe I’d be fucking anyone else they’ve had right out of their heads. Including anyone who comes very highly recommended. If you know what I mean.”

If looks could kill, then I was dead a hundred times over. Tiffani’s eyes narrowed and a smirk spread across her glossy lips. But she didn’t say anything, she simply stubbed out her cigarette and walked off.

“Girl, you’re a badass!” Randy said as he walked up to me. “I knew I was right about you.”

“About what?”

“Matlock bet me you wouldn’t last the week. Said you looked too sweet to last in a place like this. Said if the boys didn’t get to you first, then the good-time girls would eat you alive. And he’s a tight motherfucker, too.” He grinned. “Boy, I’m going to relish the look on his face when I tell him he just lost twenty bucks.”

“Don’t start celebrating yet,” I said, throwing three empty beer bottles into the recycle bin. “My first week isn’t over yet, and if anyone else comes at me like that, Bull will probably fire my ass when I pour some Miller High Life all over their heads.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. “Oh, baby doll, you have so much to learn. This is an MC clubhouse. Hollering back and tipping beer over heads won’t get you fired, it’ll get you a fucking pay raise.”

BULL

I deliberately hung back and watched her from the shadows of a booth across the room. I wanted to see how she handled her first clubhouse party. And I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t help but glance over more than I should. There was something fascinating about her. Something intriguing. But also, something else. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Something scratching at the back of my brain, wanting my attention, but not fully revealing itself.

So, I settled for what I did know.

I wanted her.

I wanted to taste her.

I wanted to feel her.

I wanted to see those succulent lips part with the deepest moans as I did so many things to that luscious body of hers.

I had from the moment she confronted me in the parking lot behind the school.

Then for reasons I couldn’t fathom, I’d offered her a job, making the task almost impossible.

There was a small part of me that wondered if the job offer had come from a place of desperation. Because she wasn’t easily impressed by me. She didn’t care who I was, or what I looked like, or what bike I rode. The cut wasn’t a turn-on for her, and she didn’t care how many other women wanted my attention.


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