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Well, there’s the answer.
I stood, open-mouthed, and did what any girl in the same situation would have done.
I stared.
I enjoyed the scenery for a few seconds less than I really wanted to, laughed to myself at the thought of including the scene in my first written installment, and regretfully tore my eyes away from his thickness.
With the waist of his jeans at mid-thigh and his dick dangling from between his legs like the heavy slab of meat that it was, he raised the bottle of beer to his lips and took a drink no differently than if he was fully clothed.
I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t pull his jeans up, but was too wrapped up in the excitement of it all to give matters much serious thought. My heart felt like it was beating between my ears. I desperately wanted to take another look at his massive cock, but didn’t dare turn the event into any more of a sexually frustrating situation than it already was.
With his eyes locked on me, he finished his beer, handed the empty bottle to the six-foot-ten giant, and pulled up his jeans. He fastened his belt and cocked an eyebrow slightly. “Get ‘em out.”
What the fuck have I got myself into?
I inhaled a breath of courage, glanced around the bar, and made note that there was no one present except for me and the bikers. No waitress, no bartender, no nothing. Although I shouldn’t have, I found the thought of revealing my tits in front of the group of bikers to be sexually stimulating.
But, as my boss had clearly stated, I was a thrill-seeking weirdo.
Against my will – and best judgement – my pussy began to tingle.
I pulled my tee shirt over my head, shoved a portion of it into the back pocket of my shorts, and lowered the straps of my bra past the sides of my upper arms. While each and every wide-eyed biker stood in wait, I cradled the cups of my bra with my hands and pulled them down slightly, revealing the full ‘C’ cup boobs that made me the most sought after freshman in high school.
Navarro shook his head. His mouth twisted into a shitty little smirk. “Take off the bra.”
A tingling ran the length of my body, from my neck to my calves and back. But, instead of rubbing my goose-bump covered arms, I unfastened my bra, pulled it forward, and tossed it toward the giant who was apparently Navarro’s body guard.
Not that he needed one.
The bearded biker snatched my bra from the air in mid-flight. I made note of the patches on the front of his vest.
Pee Bee. Sergeant-At-Arms.
My focus shifted back to Navarro. His slight smile made me comfortable, and I quickly got lost admiring his eyes. I cocked my head to the side and pressed my biceps against the edges of my breasts. “Satisfied?”
He pursed his lips, stared at my tits for a few long seconds, and nodded. “Nice set of tits.”
I did my best to offer him a curtsy. It probably looked like I lost my footing and stumbled.
His eyes narrowed. “So, who the fuck are you?”
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, fought to swallow, and reached for my shirt. “Peyton. Peyton Price.”
“What’d you do, back your Hyundai into my fuckin’ bike?”
His entire body was covered in ink. Even his neck and knuckles were tattooed. He was far better looking than I expected him to be. I pulled my shirt over my head, situated it, and shook my head. “No. I parked fifty feet from you guys. I wanted…I uhhm. I’m a reporter for the newspaper. The Union-Tribune. I’m doing an article, a three or four-piece installment on outlaw motorcycle gangs. I’d like to interview you.”
He stepped so close I could feel his breath on my face. “No gang members here, we’re a club,” he breathed.
He smelled like a gasoline and adrenaline. My nostrils flared, my mouth watered, and my throat tightened. I swallowed heavily and muttered my response. “A uhhm. A club. An outlaw. An outlaw motorcycle club. Sorry, I misspoke.”
It was a foolish mistake.
He leaned away and shot me a glare. “Well, reporter, you better get your shit straight before you go writin’ anything. Some half-wit motherfucker goes and calls us a gang in the newspaper, and we’ll all be doing time in the joint under the RICO act.”
“So you’ll agree to it?” I asked excitedly.
He inched closer, completely obstructing my view of everyone who surrounded him. He raised his clenched fist in front of my face, extended his middle finger, and widened his eyes.
