“You mean just because you’re a bunch of leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding, tattooed bikers, you're not a bunch of heathens?” She stuck her tongue in the side of her mouth, doing the whole tongue-in-cheek thing.
“Vakker, you have no clue what you're doing to me. You really need to keep that tongue in check, or I’m liable to make you put me out of my misery.” He tried to ease the tightness in his jeans.
“Oh, do you guys make women do that like right there in the clubhouse?” Jinx asked.
He eased the truck and trailer around the back of the large clubhouse, parking in the far back away from all the other vehicles. “The fact you don’t sound horrified by that thought makes me want to bend you over my lap and light your ass up and then fuck you silly.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
He shoved his seat back, reached over, and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Come here,” he growled.
Jinx dropped her phone, laughing as she climbed over the center console. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“I’d have driven with you riding my cock if you were willing.” He gripped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her against him with the other hand on her ass.
“We might’ve gotten pulled over and arrested for indecent exposure.” She ground her pussy against his groin.
“It would’ve been worth it,” he groaned, bringing his lips down over hers.
Their tongues tangled. He pulled back, breathing in her scent. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.”
Her breath caught, and that was when Viking realized one of his brothers was standing outside his window.
“How do you really feel about riding my cock in front of my brothers?” he asked, shifting his hips, making her moan. “Would you let me suck on your breasts and ride me until you’re screaming my name?” He whispered the question. “I won’t stop until I come inside you. Would you, Jinx?”
He moved her back and forth on his dick.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy. What are you asking me?” She panted.
He sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest. “We have an audience.”
She turned her head to the side in the direction Viking stared. “Oh shit,” she whispered
Viking pushed the button to lower the window. “Hey, T-Rex. How’s it going?”
“I’m good, brother. What’s going on?”
“Scooter called down and told us you were here. Keys and King are waiting for you inside. I thoughtI’d check to make sure you didn’t get lost.” T-Rex looked from Viking to Jinx.
“Good timing,” he agreed.
“Or bad,” Jinx muttered.
“T, this is Jinx. Jinx, this is T-Rex. Where’s your ole’ lady tonight?” he asked his friend.
“She’s inside with Ayesha and Jovi. They’re talking tattoos. I think Lux is going to do a tequila-and-tattoos night or something at her shop next weekend. I told her if she adds tacos, I’d come.”
“You know you’ll be there regardless.” He pushed the door open, maneuvering the two of them out the driver’s side in one fluid motion. He settled Jinx onto the ground in front of him, placing his arms around her shoulders, making it clear she was with him. T-Rex quirked his lips up in a wry smile, letting him know he knew what Viking was up to.
“Come on, Berserker. I’ll walk in with the two of you and see that she gets settled with the other ole’ ladies. You know she’ll be safe with Ayesha.”
He’d explained on the long drive some of the rules of the club and what would happen when they got there. Jinx squeezed his hand, her shoulders squared.
“Let’s go. I could really use a drink and the ladies' room. Thank you for coming out for us, T. Is that what I call you?”
T-Rex gave her a smile, the one that many women had fallen to the floor in a puddle of worship. “Ah, chère, that would be fine. Come on before Lux comes looking for me.”
Chapter Twenty
