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I snort, “Do you even have moves?”
Scoffing, he grabs my arms, wrapping them around his neck. “That’s insulting coming from you. Disrespectful. I’ll be buying my drugs from someone else from now on.”
“You’ll disappear and we both know it.” We both laugh like it’s funny, but it’s not. It’s the stone-cold truth.
“True.” His eyes trail over my shoulder, growing cold. I peek behind me, seeing Ezra and Mark dancing.
“You’re wasting your time.”
His eyes snap back to mine. “What?”
I roll my eyes. I am naïve, but I’m not stupid, and we both know that. “You may be a big, bad biker, but Ezra will eat you for breakfast and use your bones to pick her teeth, not feeling one ounce of guilt about it.”
He bites his lip. “I can’t stand her anyways, not matter how hot she is.”
Ezra is beautiful but deadly. Like Nerium oleander, every part of her is poisonous. Just being in her presence is a health hazard.
But maybe Axel is the antidote for Ezra.
EASTON
I’m always late to parties. Nothing is lamer than arriving on time. I swipe a beer from Ian’s stainless-steel fridge.
Lighting up a joint, I make my way through the sweaty bodies, up the stairs, and take a seat on the couch. It sits at the top of the open balcony, looking over the living room, which is now a dance floor. Smoke clouds my vision when I exhale, the herb relaxing my muscles.
I see my sister immediately, dancing with Mark. Thoughts of breaking his hands play across my mind, but I know we need him this season. He better not fuck her, though, because all bets are off after that. My eyes scan the scene, noticing all the same people I usually see here, but then I see Jasmine. My fist tightens when I see what she’s wearing, almost to the point of crumpling my joint. Is that my sister's dress? It has to be. Jasmine doesn’t own shit like that. The tight, black material clings to her curves, her tits are about to spill out the top. The black velvet boots make her legs look endless. My cock stirs. Down, you traitorous devil. She’s enemy number fucking one. The outfit isn’t what gets me. It’s who she’s dancing with; how she’s dancing. She’s grinds against Axel. Her hair is a mess, and a light layer of sweat coats her skin. She looks erotic. Jasmine like this is fucking erotic. She doesn’t dance like that. A matter of fact since she doesn’t come to these parties. Rising, I make my way down the stairs.
“Hey, Ezra,” I call, and she looks over her shoulder, pushing off Mark who’s protesting.
“What’s up?” she asks, hands on her hips.
“Go distract Axel.” She looks over to him, then gives me a smile.
“I’m only going to say this once. You don’t ever tell me what to do. Got it?” I roll my eyes. “And if I do this, what’s in it for me?”
I narrow my eyes at my little sister. “What do you want?”
She purses her lips, tapping her chin, making a show of it all. “I’m not sure, but you owe me.” She spins on her boots, leaving me no choice but to follow her. If I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t be making a deal with the devil’s handler, but…
She taps on Axel’s shoulder. He turns around, and that’s when I slide in behind Jasmine. Not really caring to find out how that’s going to play out. The heirs’ assassin and the next Rebel MC’s president. Our two groups worked together because we have to, not because we like each other. Given the chance, we’d eliminate one another. We’re above them. And being on top means you have enemies.
It’s like Jasmine doesn’t notice as she wraps her arms behind my neck, her ass grinding into my dick. “Roses” (the Imanbek remix) by SAINt JHN starts playing. My hands roam over her neck, down the valley of her tits, to her stomach. Her skin is hot and soft beneath my hands. She throws her head back, her scent of vanilla assaulting my senses. She rolls her body against mine, and my hands grip her hips, squeezing. Her eyes widen when she sees me, mouth slightly agape. She spins around and takes a step back; I take one forward. Then another. When she’s almost to the wall, I push her up against it, and her hands fall to my shoulders, steading herself. Her bright green doe eyes stare up at me innocently.
I don’t care that we’re at a party, or that people can see us. I just need to feel her. My hands go to the sides of her head as I cage her in. Her chest is rising and falling fast. Her perfect tits bouncing with the motion. I grab her leg, wrapping it around my waist, pressing my hardened cock to her core. I grind myself to the beat of the music against her. Jasmine’s hands skate up my neck, until her nails scrape my scalp. I can’t take it anymore. My restraint snaps, body reacting, as I lose all my self-control. My mouth descends, a punishing kiss full of rage as my lips latch onto hers. Her lips are soft and intoxicating. Our bodies move as one, mine pressing hers into the wall. She bites my bottom lip, dragging it, and then slowly releases it. She presses hot kisses to my chin and down my neck. The kisses burn into my skin like liquid fire. Sucking on my skin, swirling her tongue. A growl erupts out of me as I cup her chin and pull her mouth back to mine. I can’t get enough of her lips, of this, fuck, of her.
“Are you a dirty girl for me, Snitch?” I ask between kisses. She moans, loving the filthy words coming from my mouth. “Tell me.” I kiss down her neck. “If I push your panties to the side, will I find you wet?”
She moans a “Yes.”
I wrap her other leg around my waist, pushing us from the wall, my mouth never leaving hers as I carry her up the stairs. My lips sucking and biting. I find a room, blindly turning the doorknob. Shutting the door, I spin, slamming her back into the door. Her body arches and I bury my face in her tits, sucking on the soft swell of the curve of her breast.
“I fucking hate you, Jasmine, but my body,” I rub my dick into her, “fucking loves you.”
Soft whispers and moans fall from her lips. Being so responsive to my touch, I falter a little because she can’t stand me. She shouldn’t be responding to my touch like this. I carry her over to the bed, setting her down softly, which is a result of my brain short-circuiting. I run my hands down her body, exposing more of her skin as she pushes into my touch. I brush her hair out of her face, and she moans another “Yes.”
“What the fuck?” That's not normal. I flick the lamp on, and her face comes into view. Her eyes are dilated, and not with lust. “Goddammit,” I mutter. “You take something?” She nods, rubbing her body into the bed and throwing her head against it, back arching into the sheets.
“I’m so hot, Easton.” She moans, her voice as alluring as a siren as she tries to remove her clothes. Fucking molly.
