Warning: nasty language
“What the fuck?” Lynch came to an abrupt halt when he heard the roar of a motorcycle and glanced down the road to see Chicken coming their way. Sitting precariously across his bony lap was what looked like a rolled up carpet. As he grew nearer, Lynch could see the shit eatin grin on his ugly face. He looked proud as punch about something.
The rest of Lynch’s men stopped because he had, and they waited silently for Chicken to reach them. Lynch shook his head, ready to explode, because it looked like the prospect hadn’t been successful with his current assignment. It wasn’t a good sign when a prospect couldn’t take care of the simple task of riding to the clinic to bring back the doctor.
Lynch crossed his massive, tattooed arms and fixed a lethal look on Chicken. The prospect lost his smile, and came to a cautious stop before the group. “Before you go all mad on me I did what you asked. Just wait!” He pushed the carpet to the ground, got off his bike, and proceeded to grab the end of the carpet. “I had a little trouble but I improvised.” He unrolled the carpet until it revealed the woman.
“Goddamnit, Chicken!” Lenny swore before Lynch could. “What the fuck did you do?”
Chicken was scrawny but he held his ground in the face of the older, bigger biker. “I had no choice!” he defended himself. “The clinic was closed for a medical emergency at the hospital and she was the only one there.” He crossed his arms.
The woman in question was still on the ground, unwittingly bringing attention to her large tits as she panted heavily on her backside. Her wild blonde hair was half up, half down and with a huff she brushed it out of her face and eyes, which were shooting daggers of blue lightning up at them. Since when did doctors wear jeans, a clinging tee-shirt and no shoes to work? That’s right, the lady was barefoot! Lynch gave her a lazy, appreciative look. Sweet Jesus, she was all tits and ass from what he could tell, just how he liked his women. When his gaze returned to hers, she had enough fury in her eyes to damn him to hell and back.
He shouldn’t have, but he smiled.
She got to her feet on her own steam and headed straight for Chicken. “You dumb shit!” It was clear she was going to hit him, which just wouldn’t do. No one hit a brother and got away with it. Chicken actually took a step back, producing laughter from Wizard and Jerk. It was clear her attack had caught him by surprise. “You could have killed me!”
Just as she raised her hands to hit him Lynch stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist hauling her off her feet and back against him. He immediately noticed the difference between her and the skinny club whores that hung around. Thicker waist, curvier hips, and right now her fleshy ass was rubbing against his cock.
“Who the hell is in charge here?” she snapped, digging her nails into his arm and struggling wildly, obviously too angry to appreciate her situation. “Kidnapping is against the law you jerks!” she screeched, trying to pull his arm from around her waist. She threw her head back with purpose.
Her attempt to head butt him caused a chuckle from the guys. At six feet six her head barely reached his chest. There was nothing she could do to hurt him physically, but that didn’t matter. Just the fact she was struggling against him and trying to hurt him was cause for immediate action. As the president of the club he had a reputation to protect. His men might be amused at what was happening, but they still expected him to put her in her place, and show her who’s boss. As she continued to struggle against him the clip holding the rest of her hair up popped open and went flying, releasing the rest of her long, blonde hair.
“Let me go!”
Lynch had a feeling her hysterical-like command was the result of the hard cock she felt against her ass. He was harder than a steel rod from her movements against him, and he’d always liked a woman that looked like a woman, with curves he could sink himself into. Another thing affecting his libido was the way she smelled, clean and fresh. He was used to the smell of cigarettes, booze and sex on the whores he slept with. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t fucked one lately.
“Take your filthy hands off me!”
That did it. There was an old, broken down jeep nearby and he threw her up against it following her there with his large bulk. Ignoring her gasp of pain, he wrapped a hand in her long hair and jerked her head back roughly until their eyes met.
“Give me anymore trouble and I’ll lower your jeans and fuck you into submission right here in front of everyone,” he ground out threateningly. The words were said low against her ear and Lynch punctuated it with a rough kiss. He ground his mouth over her soft one, feeling her stiffen. He knew he was hurting her but couldn’t seem to stop once he got a taste of her sweet mouth.