Sold to the MC Men

Two minutes alone with her and his dick was ready for some action.

None of them, in the last five days, had been to visit any of their regular women. The only person they all wanted was Leah, and she, well, she was something else.

She made all of them pant without even flirting with them.

He didn’t know how long he was going to last making any sane thought. His dick wanted nothing more than to slide into her tight pussy. He was fucking screwed.

Chapter Five

It was hot again.

Tank wiped at his brow as he worked on the bikes. After any long ride or even just before it, he liked to give the bikes a quick once-over to make sure nothing was going wrong. He was currently working on Junior’s bike. Even though his youngest club brother was pissing him off with how much of Leah’s attention he was taking, he wouldn’t try to hurt the kid by sabotaging his bike.

He loved all of his club brothers, Junior included.

He’d been watching though. Out of all of them, Junior was the one who appeared most relaxed with Leah.

Tank had caught them together a lot, laughing, joking, playing around, tickling each other. Leah was so stupid if she thought Junior was just doing it to help her settle in. Tank had no doubt Junior was getting a cheap feel.

He couldn’t even blame the man.

Just to be close to her, he’d do anything.

And out of all of them, he’d had one day where he was alone with her for hours, only he didn’t take that fucking shot. He’d squandered it by accusing her of poisoning him. She rarely brought him anything now.

One of the guys had to bring him drinks she made, and they were always riding him about how he accused her of trying to kill him.

He was stupid, and now he was paying the price.

“Hey,” Leah said, startling him.

Tilting his head back from where he was working, he saw she held a tray in her grip.

“I know it’s not poisoned,” he said.

She smiled. “You finally figured out that I’m not trying to kill you.”

He got to his feet, wiping his hands on the dirty cloth. “It took some time. I wanted to apologize.”

“I should be the one apologizing. You have no reason to trust me. None of you do. I could have been putting rat poison in your food. I’m not a killer though, and well, I like it here. I’m not going to do anything in my life to ruin that. I know a good thing when I see one.”

He took the tall glass of water off the tray and downed it. It was nice and cold. They had been experiencing some really hot weather the past couple of days, and well, it made him think of long, naked nights, sliding between this woman’s thighs.

There had been a few occasions he’d stood outside her door, wanting to apologize in a whole different way. Sliding his tongue through that wet slit, tasting her, touching her, doing whatever it took to make her accept him.

Tank wasn’t blind. All five of them wanted this woman for themselves. So far, no one had staked a claim on her.

“That wasn’t so hard,” she said. “I made you a sandwich. Junior said your favorite is ham salad. Lots of mayo and that’s what I did.”

“I also like pickles as well.”

“Do you want me to go and grab them? I’m trying to learn all of you guys’ likes and dislikes.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind going without.”

“I’m also going to need to go to the store, or one of you guys to go. We’re running low on groceries again.”

“If you ask Edge, I’ll take you.”

“Sure thing.”

He took a bite into his sandwich, and it tasted like heaven.

“You love it?”

“I do. Damn, woman, this is one good sandwich.”

She stood with the tray, and he took it from her, placing it on the wall and letting her take a seat beside him.

“I’ve never ridden a bike by myself before.” She reached out, stroking the seat.

“Did you enjoy the ride coming here?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. I didn’t have time to enjoy it. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to expect. I’d just met my mom, and suddenly I was being escorted away from her. It brought back a feeling of déjà vu. I’m guessing it goes back to when she first gave me up. I don’t know.”

“Do you wish your mother cared?”

“I guess so. Isn’t that what every girl wants? To have a mother who thinks they’re a princess?”

“True. I never really gave a fuck, to be honest.”

“You’re not a girl.”

“I didn’t need a dad. I didn’t need anyone but myself.”

“It’s the way the system works on us. It drags us down, making us believe we can’t trust anyone,” she said. “I know I couldn’t. I’m used to being alone. You have the club though. You broke away from the trap they set you up in and proved that you don’t need anyone or anything. You’re free. While ever you’re here and away from all of that bullshit, you’re free.”