Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) by Kati Wilde Read Free Book Online

awhile. She’s quick, too. Some of the brothers come up and they just want to pound fists and talk shit for a bit. Sometimes she joins in. But when they come up to talk business she seems to pick up on it without my saying anything, and she turns away to leave us to it. Probably all those years of living with the Titan’s prez. Her dad likely had club business carry over to their house from time to time.
    Probably not exactly the same, though. I eye the brothers fucking club pussy in the back corner. I recognize some old ladies and some local girls who like a good time. But more and more, new faces have been showing up, most of them driving down from Bend. Some even from up in Portland. I don’t know what they’re expecting or what they’re hearing about the club, but too often they get right in over their heads. Stone and Gunner keep a lookout for anyone in trouble, so I encourage the brothers to keep the fucking inside. It’s easier to see if a hookup is going wrong when it’s right in front of us.
    Some closer than others. From around the pool tables, a cheer rises over the music. It’s loud enough to get Jenny’s attention. She swivels on her stool and looks in that direction. There’s nothing to see yet. Just Old Timer and Spiral chalking their cues while Hashtag racks the balls. Most activity in the bar is slowing, though. At their tables, brothers are shutting up and settling back to watch the show.
    Jenny glances up at me. “What happened?”
    I shift closer, my leg pressing up against the edge of her seat. “Old Timer just put in his old lady.”
    Her dark brows shoot up. “A bet?”
    “Yep.”
    She laughs a little. “Am I wrong in remembering that Old Timer plays the big tournaments pretty often? He’s been written up in the Observer a couple of times, right?”
    The local paper. “You remember right. But he doesn’t always win while he’s here.”
    “Spiral is that good?”
    “No.” When her green eyes narrow, I explain a little better. “Sometimes Old Timer throws the game. It depends on whether he’s punishing Helena or not.”
    Her frown is swift. “Punishes her by handing her over to someone else?”
    “Punishes her by not handing her over.”
    Her pink lips soften in surprise and her gaze shoots to Helena. With curly red hair and tits that don’t quit, Old Timer’s old lady always looks good when she comes in on his arm, but tonight she’s wearing a little red skirt, a white shirt that stretches the scooped neckline with every breath, and red heels like stilts. Her fingers are curled around Old Timer’s thick biceps and she’s giving him a saucy grin. No doubt Helena knew what she’d be getting tonight.
    “You should come by on her birthday or around Christmas!” From the other side of the bar, Anna calls out over the music. “Then he lets her have five or six guys. We have to put a towel down!”
    Jenny’s hand shoots up to cover her laugh. She glances to me for confirmation. When I nod, she looks to Anna, who grins at her and moves farther along the counter to take another order.
    “Well, then. All right.” Still smiling, Jenny sips her beer and focuses on Helena again. “God, I hope I have her body when I’m that age.”
    “You can have hers as long as I’ve still got yours.” And the fifteen or twenty years that Helena has on Jenny won’t nearly be enough for me.
    She snorts and bumps her leg against mine. I’m hard as hell again and need to taste her, so I bend my head and catch her mouth. So damn sweet. She lets me right in and her green eyes are bright with need when I let her go. Her breath is coming fast. Her gaze slides out to the pool tables again and she casually takes another drink, but by the way her butt squirms in her seat a little I know she’s aching as much as I am.
    It isn’t going to get any easier. Old Timer wins the break and begins clearing the stripes from the table. There’s just one left when he looks up at Helena. She looks back at him,