Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
The walls were decorated with vintage MC rally and classic pin-up girl posters. What drew her eyes the most were the different patches from other clubs held to the wall with knives. She knew a biker would tear the patch off another’s cut when they killed them and display it as a trophy. Riot MC had done this too. She always thought it was pretty dumb to basically pin evidence of your crimes on the wall. The patches themselves didn’t alarm her it was the sheer amount. They nearly covered the rest of the walls not taken up by the posters and some of the knives speared three or four patches that were layered together. She took a deep breath, swallowed and fisted her hands to stop the shaking she could feel building up. As her dad told her - ‘if you can’t take it, fake it.’
Movement in the far booth caught her eye. Duke was sat, surrounded by stacks of papers and what looked like books of ledgers. He wasn’t looking at them though, he was staring at her. He might have seen her reaction to the walls and was waiting for her to start running or freaking out. But it wasn’t her face he was staring at, it was her crotch. A quick glance down showed her that her low-riding shorts exposed the very top of her tattoo that started on her mound. It only exposed the very top and no one had ever successfully guessed what it was without seeing more. Well, he would just have to wonder. She wasn’t one for show and tell in a bar.
Her confidence grew the longer he stared and she couldn’t help but be flattered that a man like him was looking her way at all. Hiding her smirk, she strutted towards him attempting to seem un-rattled by his attention. She knew with her long legs and big boobs she attracted men. She rarely paid men any attention and none had ever made her feel like she could self combust like he did. He was yet to say anything as she got near him and she was starting to feel awkward just standing by his table. His heated eyes were sweeping over from her shoes up to her hair. A lump formed in her throat at his gaze was scorching her skin, leaving behind a delicious tingle. Nicole cleared her throat and asked, “Where do you want me?” She was glad her voice had sounded clear this time.
Duke
Holy shit. Talk about a loaded question. Nicole looked like a wet dream personified. He couldn’t focus on just one part of her. His dick had twitched in time with her steps towards him. Her shorts were longer than most he saw around here by the fact that they covered the very tops of her thighs but they were low in the front, exposing the bottom of that smooth, flat stomach. His eyes were drawn again to the art peeking out of her shorts. Every nerve in his body was drawn to it. There were two soft pink rounded bumps showing with a gap between them. They were the peaks of something and his life mission became to see the whole thing.
Her tits had gently swayed with her movements and her damp hair made her look like she just finished having hot, sweaty sex for hours. Her lips betrayed her nerves, they were swollen where she’d been chewing on them for the last couple of minutes. They were deep red and plump, he couldn’t help but again picture them wrapped around his cock. Now that she was closer, he could make out tiny gold flecks mixed with the deep green of her eyes. The bitch was stunning and she hadn’t even been trying to make an effort. He tried to imagine her styled to perfection in a miniskirt or a tiny dress, but he couldn’t get past the vision standing in front of him now.
He realised a good fifteen seconds had passed since she had spoken. Focusing back on her face, he drew on his legendary control and answered, “The bar. Told you it needs restocking. Everything you need is through the door behind it. Give all that shit a clean while your at it. I’m dealing with papers for a couple of hours. Give me a shout if you need help with the lifting.” A quick nod was his only answer before she walked away.
He dragged his eyes away from her pert, round ass and down to the accounts on the table. He didn’t see them though, in his minds eye he was watching her walk the length of the room to the bar. He pictured her bent over restocking the fridges, her ass stuck up and out ready for him to rip down her shorts and ram his cock in her pink pussy while squeezing those plump globes. Sweat beaded on his upper lip at the image. He necked half his cold beer and rolled the cool glass across his forehead. The numbers in front of him all merged together as his body reacted to every bottle clinked together and shuffle he heard her make behind him.
Two hours went by very slowly and he achieved maybe a third of what he should have accomplished. It would have been even less if he’d moved to the other side of the booth to get a clear view of Nicole. He’d struggled with the temptation the entire time. He could have taken the work into the office and left her to it but he just couldn’t force himself to move. He made all sorts of pathetic excuses to himself; she really shouldn’t be left alone, he’d need a new beer in a bit anyway and would just end up coming back, there wouldn’t be room to spread the papers out that he was using and so on and so on.
The truth was that he was drawn to her for no good reason other than she was the sexiest bitch to ever walk through this club. There was definitely something else about her though that pulled at him and he was kept trying to figure out what it was. So he convinced himself he’d stayed in the bar on the chance that he could discover what it was. Maybe it was the innocence and fear he could see her trying to hide behind her eyes. Innocence certainly wasn’t a trait this club had seen in a while and wasn’t easily faked. He ignored her the best he could and kept trying to push his confusion and fascination to the back of his mind.