Dirty Girl (Going All the Way 2)

Booshie glanced at Tank, and the other biker turned away from the gyrating women.

“Little told me that every time he comes in here for a collection, the place is pretty much shoulder-to-shoulder, and you know he overcharges for that imported shit.”

Booshie nodded and scanned the bar. “Yeah, I know he does. That’s why I’m not letting him get by on this one.” He continued to look throughout the bar, but it was the little platinum pixie-haired beauty currently tossing back shots with a Dita Von Teese look-alike who snagged his attention. There had always been something about her that had his dick harder than a motherfucker.

Shit, just thinking about her tight little body, her slender frame, and her mouth that was just as quick and raunchy as any of the Vicious Bastards’ had his cock ready to burst through his jeans. The brunette and Naggie were speaking in between clearly getting hammered, but there was almost this forlorn expression on Naggie’s face.

Whatever had brought her to the bar had obviously not been good. It wasn’t like she didn’t look like the kind of woman who enjoyed herself and partied, and he heard Stella and Cadeon talking about the wild side Naggie had, but there was this definite heavy cloud hanging over her.

“Man, I’m going to grind my shit all up on those college chicks. They keep eye-fucking the hell out of me,” Tank said.

Booshie looked over at Tank and then glanced at the women dancing together in the center of the room.

“Damn, they’re fucking hot, with those tight-ass bodies,” Tank added and grinned. “I betcha I can get both of them in my bed tonight.”

“No doubt, man, but they are young enough to be your kids.”

Tank looked over at him. “Yeah, but I don’t have any kids, so I’m not going to entertain that thought.” Tank stared over Booshie’s shoulder. “But damn, look at that blonde hottie over there by the bar.”

Booshie knew exactly who Tank was referring to, and he wasn’t going to let Tank entertain that thought.

“Man, I might go hit up the tatted-up honey.”

“Back it off.” Booshie hadn’t meant to say that on such a rough growl, but damn, just the thought of any guy, especially a Bastards’ member, going over and trying to get with Naggie pissed him off.

“What, you hitting that or something?” Tank moved a step back and reached for the toothpick in his mouth to remove it.

“No, but she works with Cadeon, and she has a man.” Damn, Booshie needed to take a step back from this conversation. Tank was watching him with this look that told him he was suspicious on why he was cock-blocking so hard.

“Yeah, man, what the fuck ever.” Tank shrugged. “I’m going over and picking up those chicks. They look like threesome material for sure.” He moved past him and over to the girls on the dance floor. Instantly, they parted from each other and fit Tank between them.

Booshie looked at Naggie again, and his fucking cock got hard right away. She was leaning over the bar slightly, reaching for the limes, and her tank top rode up and displayed the small of her back. Shit, the ink on her skin was such a turn-on, and although she wasn’t totally covered in tattoos from head to toe, she had the perfect amount. Her body was also hot as shit.

Booshie had always been about the thick, curvy variety of women, but Naggie’s slender form had him on the verge of jerking himself off later tonight. He looked at her lower back, and his dick gave a jerk. On the small of her back was what looked like a sugar skull tattoo in vibrant colors. There were roses and vines moving throughout the eye sockets, the nose, and mouth, and Booshie found it hard to concentrate on anything else.

He took a step closer to her but stopped when some douchebag moved up right beside her, leaned on the counter close enough that their shoulders were touching, and whispered something in her ear. Before Booshie could react, because he was feeling pretty damn irrational at the moment, Naggie turned and pushed the guy away.

The fucker took on this angry expression, said something else to her, and Naggie reared her arm back and brought her open palm to his cheek.

The guy stumbled back, a look of shock on his face, and then slowly it morphed into rage.

Before the situation could escalate into violence toward Naggie, which Booshie could tell the guy was about ready to hand out, he was moving toward her and feeling his possessive side rise up like a hungry beast.6The guy who just whispered in Naggie’s ear said he wanted to fuck her with his tongue. Normally, Naggie was all about raunchy, filthy sex, but this guy looked like he liked to get his way no matter what and couldn’t give two shits about the woman he was screwing.