Snow White & The Biker

“Something like that.” His lips curve upward and the curious side of me wonders if he is a good kisser with that lip piercing. My heart skips a beat at the thought. “Come on.” He takes my hand in his once more, and I peek down at them joined together. The contrast between my pale skin and his dark ink is startling. I try to read what his knuckles say, but I can’t with the way he is leading me through the throngs of people that are packed together like sardines. We make it to the bar with him standing behind me, caging me in. The musky scent of his cologne wraps around me, intoxicating me. God, he smells good. Too good.

Glancing down I study his tattoo sleeves that leave no slither of skin un-inked. I can’t tell what they all are. I am only able to make out a huge number seven with the word original attached to it.

“Whatchu’ drinkin’?” His lips roam along the shell of my ear, and a shiver courses up and down my spine at the proximity. His breath is warm, and his lips are soft, despite his gravelly tone.

“Um, I’ll take a beer.”

“Two Heinekens.” He moves one arm and holds up two fingers as he tosses a twenty on the bar. “Thanks, man.” He pops the cap off one with the bottle opener at the end of the bar and hands it to me.

With his hand on my waist he guides me to a table that magically becomes empty with the snap of his fingers. Part of me misses his touch when he removes his hand and pulls out a chair for me. “What? You some kind of royalty around here?” I tease, arching a brow.

“Something like that.” He takes a hard drink, and I study him. His jawline is rough and scratchy. He has a thin beard and goatee, but I like the look on him. His head cocks to the side. “That your boyfriend or brother over there giving me the evil eye.”

Oh shit. I completely forgot about Jesus. I’m such a bitch. In my defense I was distracted by this intriguing guy. My eyes widen, and I turn my head to the direction he’s galncing off to and chuckling. Jesus’

gaze meet mine, and I can feel the disappointment radiating from him. “No. He’s just a friend. We grew up together. I feel like an ass. I completely forgot I was supposed to meet him by the stage.” I don’t know why I am explaining myself. I suppose it is the guilt swimming like a shark ready to attack in the pit of my stomach. I wave Jesus over and he stalks toward us with an angry but hurt scowl on his face.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” I can tell this guy—Diego is amused by the situation.

I don’t find it all that funny and when Jesus shoots me a fake smile as he takes up an empty seat, I feel even worse. I’m a crummy friend.

Chapter 5

—Diego

Talk about luck. When I came out to fuck around tonight, I wasn’t expecting to run into my mark. Although it seems fate is smiling down on me. When I bumped into a chick on my way to the bathroom, I wasn’t expecting it to be Sybil. She’s even more beautiful in person. Meeting her here tonight however changes my plans. So does the fucker sitting next to her that can’t keep his eyes off her. I need to find a way to get rid of him. He needs a distraction. Someone to get his focus off Sybil. He is a complication I wasn’t counting on, but no matter. I scan the room searching for a familiar face. Bingo. Taty, pronounced Tauty is here. Perfect. Discreetly under the cloak of the table as the lights go down for the show, I shoot her a text.

D- Got a dude at my table get him gone.

I watch her as she gets the message and shove my phone in my pocket. She smirks at me and fingers the straw in her drink as she approaches our table. “Hey there, D. Who’s your friend?” She runs her black nail polish coated fingernails down his arm.

Sybil speaks up. “His name is Jesus.”

“Well hey there, Jesus. I’m Taty. Mind if I join you. I’m feeling incredibly religious tonight,” she coos, and he rolls his eyes. Taty is the opposite of Sybil. Bleach blonde hair, freckles on her nose, grey eyes, and tattoos.

Sybil smiles at me, and I scoot our chairs closer together. “So Jesus and Taty can see the stage better,” I explain and squeeze the top of her thigh.

I watch her take a drink of her beer unable to look away. She’s fucking stunning. It will be a pity when I snuff the light in her eyes out. I don’t want to think about that right now. Not yet. I came here tonight for two things. To listen to some damn good music and get laid. I can tell that cocksucker she came with is irritated. She may have arrived with him, though I guarantee by the end of the night I’ll be the one to drive her home. She’ll be in my bed and writhing under me then I’ll cut her loose until the time is right to make my move.

I can’t grab her tonight, but soon, very soon she will meet her demise.

Rocky takes to the stage and taps the mic, the loud feedback noise pierces the room. Loud voices lower into whispered murmurs, and the drummer for Morbid Duplicity takes his seat. “Are you ready to get your rock on?” he holds the mic out for dramatic effect and the crowd shouts, “Yes,” back at him. “I am happy to present to you Morbid Duplicity.” He rushes from the stage and the rest of the band makes their entrance.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” The crowd yells back, howling and whistling. The joint is packed, hot, and loud. I have the hottest bitch in the place sitting next to me. Sybil White is every man’s fantasy. She takes my breath away. I know I should be keeping my distance, yet I can’t stay away.

The music starts, and Sybil is dancing in her seat. Fuck me she’s adorable. Her lips are moving, humming the lyrics. I’ll be damned if the petite vixen doesn’t know every damn word. My fingers graze the small sliver of skin exposed along her lower back and I grin to myself when I notice a tattoo on her hip. It’s a small black heart. Dainty just like her. The surprises just keep coming. The more I unravel about her…the more I crave having her.

I finish my beer and ask her to go out on the floor with me before that Jesus dude can. I’m not much of a dancer however for tonight I can pretend. Sybil White makes me wish I could pretend to be a lot of things.

Especially good.

She’s the kind of girl you’d do anything to give her the world. You’d do any-damn-thing just to see her smile and watch her cheeks blush pink.

Sybil’s hips sway to the music and her ass grinds over my crotch as the lead singer belts out the lyrics. “Close your eyes. Let my voice carry you away. I’m gonna take you to dreamland.” The girl can move that’s for damn sure, and I wouldn’t mind taking her home for the night…or forever. Let her wrap them red lips around the head of my dick and suck me off. Bet she’s never had a big cock in her mouth before. According to her file, she’s never had a boyfriend. Maybe I’ll find out if she’s a virgin before I kill her. The thought of taking her life has my chest squeezing tight. I suck in a breath and push away the dark thought and enjoy the way her tight little body is pressing against mine. Her ass rubs over my dick swaying faster. I grip her hip and wrap an arm around her middle keeping her close. Keeping her body pressed against mine and loving the feel of her entirely too much.

I get lost in the moment. Lost in her. The music carries me away. It carries us both away. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I stare down at her gazing into those hypnotizing eyes. Those sweet red lips are parted in invitation to taste them. I dip my head down ready to do just that. Ready to claim that mouth.