Bewitching The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 7)

“You know why, Bianca. You don’t owe me shit. I get that, but I need you to do this the easy way.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll have to kill you.” He shrugs.

“Um wait what?”

Sandman cracks a smile. “I’m kidding. But no seriously, I need you to get ready.”

“No.”

“Kitten.”

“Absolutely not. Don’t call me that.”

“Okay someone’s on the rag.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look. Prez needs assurance that you’ll keep quiet and to be honest I need to know too. This isn’t just about me though. Things have changed. Someone moved the body.”

“What?”

“Babe...you gonna tell me you haven’t watched the news?”

“I’ve been busy. What do you mean someone moved the...,” I drop my voice, “body?”

“Sometime after we left. Prez got a call early this morning that there was a body found in the dumpster behind the Kitty Kat. Now only people who knew Mariah was in the cemetery was you, me, the two murdering pricks, and Mariah.”

“They put her in a dumpster like she was trash?” My heart sinks, and I can’t beat back the tears that start to fall.

“So need you to be on the same page with me, yeah. No one can know we were anywhere near that shit last night. You can’t breathe a fucking word. There are people in a position of power that would love to pin something like this on us. Them putting her behind the strip club was a message signed, sealed, and fucking delivered.”

“Why though?”

“Cloud Nine. We don’t want that shit in our town.”

“So your motorcycle club is the good guys?”

“Something like that. We aren’t perfect but we know how deadly and fucked that shit is. And, kitten.” I roll my eyes at the pet name, but he keeps going. “If I get implicated, who do you think will be sitting in interrogation in a room down the hall?”

“You? Why would anyone think you did it?”

“What would make them think I didn’t if they proved I was at the scene of the crime? You’d be my accomplice. They’d twist shit to fit their narrative.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah. So get your shoes or whatever else you need. We’re going to dinner at Prez’s.”

I go through the motions of getting myself together enough that I don’t look like I just rolled out of bed. I’m in my bedroom changing into a pair of jeans when Sandman intrudes without even bothering to knock.

“Excuse you.”

“Logi bear keeps texting you.”

“Did you look at my messages?” I go to grab my phone but the fact that I’m not wearing pants stops me.

Sandman stares right at my crotch, and I confess when the tip of his tongue traces his lips my insides quiver.

“Don’t...don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” His jaw ticks and his throat bobs.

The act is sexy and a turn on. I don’t want to like him right this minute, but I’ll be damned that I totally do.

“You know, like a sexual predator.”

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“That didn’t come out right.” I take a step back as he stalks toward me. “Can I get dressed in private?”

“Here.” He holds my phone out on his palm. “Wouldn’t want you to miss another text from your pansy ass boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“No?”

“No.” I take ownership of my cell phone but neither of us move. “He’s a childhood friend.”

“You don’t owe me any explanations. You can fuck whoever you want.”

“I know. I don’t need your permission to fuck anyone. I’ll fuck who I want when I want, Sandman. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Why do they call you Sandman? Is it because you make dreams come true?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I think I got my answer to that last night.” I smirk and turn around to finish getting dressed, not caring that he’s watching at this point.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Nothing.” I shrug and go to pull my pants on. The instant I bend over he’s behind me. Crotch pressed to my ass. No matter how I move I’m going to rub against him, and he knows it. “Ever heard of personal space?”

“Yup.”

“You maybe want to respect it right now?”

“Nope.” He grips my hips. “Like these.” His fingers skim under the waistband of my panties and around to my front, stopping abruptly. “Tell me, kitten. That pussy wet for me or your pansy ass boyfriend?”

Oh goddess. Hearing him talk dirty does things to me. If the way the man kisses is anything to go by then yes, he definitely makes dreams come true.

“Tell me the truth.” His fingers bite into my skin with raw possession.

“You...” my knees tremble. “Only you.” I want him to make me the object of his obsession. To give me his affection and attention. To treat me like his dirty little toy. I move to standing, my ass pressing right into his dick through his jeans. He’s hard.

“That’s right, kitten. Barely even touched you, but I bet you’re fuckin’ soaked. Your pussy belongs to me.” His teeth graze my neck and I shiver. “You gonna let me pet your kitty?”

“You can pet whatever you like.”