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T.A. (Biker Bitches #6)
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Cuffing season was supposed to be about finding a hook-up to keep her warm during the cold Kentucky winter nights. T.A. wasn’t looking for Mr. Right; she just wanted Mr. Available.
It was supposed to be a trade-off—he would keep her warm and toasty during the nights, and she would put up a smokescreen in front of his kids during the days. It was a win-win situation.
Poor schmuck didn’t realize that all the drama he had experienced in Tinseltown was nothing compared to dealing with this bitch.
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T.A. blew a bubble with her gum as she stuck the gas nozzle into her gas tank when two motorcycles swerved to pull off the road into the parking lot of the convenience store.
“Hot damn! Aren’t you a sexy little thing!”
Blowing another bubble, she took her eyes off the numbers that were showing how fast her money was spilling into the gas tank.
Giving a seductive smile, she stopped the gas and shook the nozzle to make the last few drops slide free, aware the movement was giving a jaunty bounce to her breasts that were being shown off to perfection underneath the black tank top she was wearing. It was cold enough that her nipples poked through the thin material of her bra and easily discernable under the brightness of the overhead lights shining down on the pumps.
“Cool bikes!” she said over her shoulder as she hung the hose back on the pump. Putting her hands in the back pockets of her tight black pants, she walked closer to the two bikers. She felt their eyes drop to the generous swell of her breasts as she gave them an enticing smile.
“You want to go for a ride?”
T.A. glanced at the one closer to her, taking in the lank long hair she would bet hadn’t been washed in a month and the yellow teeth that had her turning her attention to the other biker, who at least had taken better care of himself. Both men were large, straddling the bikes with an air of confidence that was alluring as fuck to a bitch like her.
Blowing another bubble, she saw the men’s eyes drop to her lips.
“Do I look stupid enough to go riding with two men I don’t know?”
Their eyes went back to her breasts.
“I’m Nails, and this is Dagger. That enough of an introduction for you?”
Giving a soul-filled sigh, she gave them a look of regret.
“Nope.” Turning back to her car, she felt a long arm reach out to haul her back to his side.
“Come on… what’s your hurry, sweet tits?”
“I’m going to a party. I don’t want to be late.” T.A. let her hand slide up the cheap imitation of his leather jacket to rest it along his shoulders.
“Me and Dagger can give you a party.”
“On your bikes? No thanks. It’s cold as fuck out here.”
The two bikers shared a glance before turning back to her, then Nails pointed a dirty finger over his shoulder.
“We could party there. That’s our club.”
T.A. turned to look to see the large building that would have been inconspicuous if it didn’t have such a large number of motorcycles outside.
“You belong to a motorcycle club?”
Dagger and Nails gave her a look that clearly showed that not only did they think she was stupid, she was also a moron.
“You don’t get these patches unless you do.”
“Wow.” T.A. blew another bubble. Her brow furrowed. “I’ve heard you guys like to party hard. Don’t know if I’m up to doing a whole clubhouse.”
Nails pulled her tighter against his side. “Sweet tits, you look game for anything.”
“Looks can be deceiving. I’m a woman who likes to pick and choose who I want to fuck, not having the choice taken out my hands.”
“If you just want one-on-one with me or Dagger, that can be arranged.”
“A girl likes to keep her options open. What if when I get inside, I want to do someone else?”
“We’re all brothers. We don’t fight over cunt, no matter how sweet it is.”
“Then I guess I’m going to another party. I’ll meet you over there.”
“Hop on my bike, and I’ll drive over there. I’ll send another brother to come back for your car.”
“I’ll drive. Besides, I need to get my jacket on. It’s cold as a witch’s tit out here.” T.A. blew another bubble, letting a hand go to the leather-clad leg near her. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to take off. I’m in the mood to get laid, and the fuckers I’m blowing off aren’t packing the heat I can see you’re carrying.”
“Get in the car. When we get into the club, I’ll show you my heat. The brothers don’t call me Nails for nothing. I can nail you from eleven inches away.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Curling her fingers in a fist, she let her knuckles brush over the thick bulge before giving him a wink and sidling away from his hold.
“Meet you there.”
T.A. was aware of them watching her ass as she got back in her car. Flooring it, she drove across the street with the two motorcycles following behind her. She parked at the end and got out of the car, putting her jacket on as the bikers parked next to her.
She was tugging her blond hair out from under her collar when a hand went to her arm, turning her to face them.