WARNING, explicit language. This is from Lynch's point of view - unedited excerpt. I should have a release date soon.
I was sitting at a table close to the bar with Lenny, Wizard and Yank, discussing their run the night before, and trying to keep Kat, and her sexy fuckin' curves out of my mind. I should have fucked her instead of walking away, Christ, my cock was still hard, but I'd wanted to show her that she wasn't going to control me by giving me her body. I did things my way, and in my own good time. I might want her like fuck but I was just strong enough, and mean enough, to deny myself.
Yeah, I was a real bastard.
Yank, my treasurer, had just confirmed the payoff we'd received was the full ten grand as promised. I had a strict rule that once the goods were delivered and we were handed the payoff that we got the fuck out of there, not counting the money until we were back at the compound. Never could tell if the cops or feds had been tipped off and were on their way to the area, or already waiting to make the jump on us. Usually when that happened they didn’t make their presence known until the deal was done. Besides, I knew if the money came up short, we would get it one way or another, later.
“Good payoff for a short haul,” Yank said, leaning back in his chair.
“The best kind,” Wizard agreed, reaching for his beer.
“The next run won’t be as close, or as easy.” I downed my beer and held up the empty glass. Almost immediately one of the club's sweet butts, a tired looking brunette with too much makeup on and not enough clothes hurried over with a replacement. I ignored her blatant attempt to catch my interest. “What’s the total in the safe?”
Yank didn’t hesitate. “Forty-seven grand.”
I nodded, satisfied. “Make sure our affiliates in town get their cut, pay the brothers, and give Poker’s widow a couple grand.” I didn’t need to ask Yank what would be left. I knew right down to the last penny, and I trusted Yank with the clubs money.
“Poker was a loyal brother.” A moment of silence followed Lenny’s comment as each remembered the fallen brother in their own way. “To Poker,” he followed up, raising his drink. The rest of us did the same.
A shrill whistle echoed through the bar, followed by several unintelligible remarks that were meant as a compliment for the recipient in a crude biker’s way. I watched Tank’s eyes grow round, Ripper’s jaw drop, his beer paused in mid-air on the way up to his bearded mouth, and Fat Boy slap his beefy hand over his heart, before I turned to see what the fuckin' fuss was about. I released a hiss, my gaze falling on where Kat was standing in the entrance way to the room, no doubt looking for me.
My dick stood to attention, remembering what it felt like being squeezed by her tight cunt. The clothes I’d picked up for her outlined her lush curves, revealing that she was a delicious handful. Most of her shapely legs were bare, as was her midriff and one shoulder where the top had slipped down. I grinned, noticing she’d used the lip gloss I’d provided. It had been a last minute purchase and my cock jerked at the thought of having those full shiny lips close over it. I wondered if she knew how fucking sexy she was. Her gaze finally landed on me and she began to make her way in our direction, ignoring the crude remarks and looks of the other men.
“Where do you want me?” She was looking down at me. Her innocent question drew loud laughs from my surrounding brothers.