Three blondes in an arrowhead formation, looking fierce as fuck and hot as smoking guns. Dressed in cowboy boots and oversized tees tucked into skin-tight jeans, they wore matching pouty expressions that said,we’re the baddest bitches around here.
They weren’t afraid of him, that he could tell and it was something he wasn’t used to. Rare in men, unheard of in women.
Inwardly, he laughed...He could hide from twenty bikers here but not three women? Without a word, he rose slowly to his six and a half feet, allowing his eyes to roam greedily over their bodies. He knew all the women in town just as well as they knew him, but these three biker bitches he didn’t know. Girls from out of town?
The woman in the center crossed her arms over her chest to reveal a black and pink heart tattoo on her outer wrist, then stepped both feet into the cabin. “You got anything you want to say, stranger?”
Her voice had a lovely southern ring that Bruno knew he wouldn’t forget. A blend of Georgian? And a little Appalachian? “What’s your name, woman?” he demanded
She gave no reply. Her two companions stepped out of the shadows to join her inside.
Stomping right up to the three babes, he narrowed his eyes. Up close, Bruno noticed embroidered names proudly displayed across the pockets of their shirts and grinned as he rattled off their names in his mind,Candy Cane, Teacup, and Saskia.
Stupid ass monikers.
Licking the grin from his lips, he tried to hold a serious expression together. “Listen, sweetheart, why don’t you let me pass so I can have a chat with your Prez here? And fetch me a drink of something cold.”
The three women laughed in unison.
Bruno frowned, feeling like he’d just fallen on the outside of an inside joke.
Teacup, the shortest and younger chick of the three killed her laughter and looked the big man dead in the eyes. “No offense, dude. But you can go and suck a bag of big dicks if you think I’m pouring a drink for any man but my own,” she barked, shoving a tiny hand into his big chest.
Bruno’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth fell open. This sort of rude, insubordination was nothing like he’d ever heard in a woman. “Do you know who you’re talking to, woman?”
“You can tell me your name but I doubt I’ll remember it.” She shrugged.
“Never stopped you before,” Candy Cane quipped and all three of them laughed harder this time.
Bruno growled.
“What’s wrong you big baby? Don’t you like to play?” the third girl remarked. Then, before Bruno could even so much as turn his gaze to her, she’d closed the gap between them. As his eyes met hers, Candy’s warm, sweet as sugar breath tickled his chin. Engorged, fat lips appearing big like they were swollen.
Bruno shook his head and pushed her away.
It did no good, plunging her lips into his, she kissed him fast, hard, deep. He should have pulled away but when he didn’t she slowed down, her soft mouth melting into his.
He knew it was wrong but the kiss was a total mind-fuck, their tongues and lips dancing to the beat of their own instinctive drummer. Wild and uninhibited. When his thoughts had numbed, and the world had stopped, silenced around them, it was too late for him to crawl back to any self-control.
Poking his tongue deep into her mouth, he felt her tongue retreat, her lips drew back over his tongue like she was sucking on a popsicle. The soft porcelain of her pearly little teeth caressing his tongue to the top and then back again and then, “AHHH!” He growled with a pain that was sharp and quick as he hissed until she pulled her teeth out. Bruno groaned as his mouth filled with the irony taste of blood. The salt in his saliva burned as it pooled in his mouth, then he spat it out. The saliva being tinged with his blood, it stained her white shirt with a pinkish color.
Dropping her eyes down to her blood-stained shirt she raised her gaze to meet Bruno’s burning dark eyes, then declared, “Let’s do this!”
At once, the three of them had the big man surrounded, squatted slightly at the knees, arms out.
When Bruno saw their fingers twitch he knew they meant business. His bleeding mouth dropped open a split second before all hell broke loose.
In the most perfect combination of beauty and violence, they blew up on him.
“What the fuck?” Bruno thundered, right before two of them launched themselves onto his back like crazed baboons.
“No one comes snooping in our club and gets away with it!”
Bruno backpedaled, stealing what little footing he had left. Reclaiming his stance as he swiped at his bloody mouth
Like a stripper without a pole, Candy Cane whirled a double three-sixty, gathering speed then braking to a stop with an elbow in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
With his eyes closed, he doubled over. The big man moaned as he straightened. “Oh, shit.” Reaching in his pocket he got out three hundred dollar bills and flung them in the air.”
