“She ate my snack,” Keri accused Fat Louise.
“Go make her a new one, Fat Louise,” Sex Piston told her food addict friend.
“She didn’t want the darn thing until I ate it,” she said, throwing Keri a reproachful look, but still went into the kitchen to make her another sandwich.
“Don’t bother; I’ll fix them dinner when we get them home,” Stud interrupted the women.
Sex Piston’s mom hung up the phone, smiling broadly at Stud. “They’re precious, Stud. The day couldn’t have gone better.”
Sex Piston and her crew watched as Sizzle gathered the girls’ things, gushing compliments the whole time. Stud packed the girls’ backpacks and Star’s diaper bag outside to his truck with Keri and Meri following meekly behind him. Sex
Piston’s friends breathed a sigh of relief as Sex Piston put Star’s jacket on the wiggling child.
She turned to pack the child outside to Stud only to find him standing behind her. Handing him his squirming daughter, she took a quick step back, but came up short when Star’s hand tangled in her hair. She reached to untangle the child’s fingers just as Stud did. The brush of his fingers against her sparked a jolt of sensation that she disguised by lowering her lashes and moving away.
Sex Piston went into the kitchen, not waiting for Stud to leave. She pulled together a quick dinner for her parents and her crew. The mundane task eased her tension.
She came to the conclusion she was going to have to avoid Stud. It should be easy to do; she would spend less time at the Destructors’ club, and come home after he picked up his girls. She was sure she was only feeling the leftover attraction to their spending the night together. Even though she didn’t remember it, obviously her body did.
She felt better once she had a plan of action. That was how she solved all her problems—determined what the problem was then developed a plan of action that took care of it.
Stud was a big problem that she had no intention of making more complicated. Her course of action would be to stay the hell away from the sexy biker, which would keep her traitorous body from reacting to his presence. The only thing to do was to make sure Stud followed her plan by staying the hell away from her.
Chapter Four
As Sex Piston watched her parents ride away on her pop’s bike after their wedding ceremony, she thought about taking off like her sister had minutes before.
“Let’s Par-tay,” Crazy Bitch said, going back inside the Destructors’ clubhouse. Killyama, T.A. and Fat Louise waited to see what Sex Piston wanted to do.
“Sounds good to me. So there is no misunderstanding this time, I’ll stay dry,” Sex Piston said, heading back inside, wishing she had brought a change of clothes. The yellow dress her ma had wanted her to wear for her wedding made her feel too prissy for her own taste.
Crazy Bitch had already managed to snag them one of the few tables with beers waiting for them. Sex Piston took a seat, ignoring the beer. The music was loud, playing off the noise of the big crowd, and the dance floor was already packed.
Bear asked T.A. to dance. She looked at Sex Piston for approval.
Sex Piston shrugged her shoulders, leaving it up to her. T.A. smiled at her with an I’m-gonna-be-bad smile, which Sex Piston returned with a raised brow.
Bear might think he had a sure thing, but Sex Piston knew her friend well. If he got any vajayjay off T.A., he was going to have to work for it. Everyone thought that T.A. was an easy lay, when she was the exact opposite. She would occasionally give it out, but they had to show the selective woman they were worth admitting to her bed.
Rabbit was next, claiming Fat Louise for a dance. She jumped to her feet, giving him not much of a choice since she took him by the hand and led him to the dance floor.
The three remaining women stared at each other before getting to their feet and moving to the dance floor. Sex Piston loved to dance, moving her body to the beat of the music. Killyama was the best dancer of the three, letting her guard down to flow with the music. Crazy Bitch was good, too, dancing to the music seductively, showing off her curvy body that drew more than one male’s eye.
Sex Piston felt someone move up behind her, his hand sliding across the soft material of her dress as he pressed on her flat stomach until she felt a hard chest against her back. She stiffened when his hips pressed against her ass.
“Back off.”
“Not a chance,” Stud answered her demand.
She tried to pull away when he buried his face in her neck, but he pressed harder against her stomach, pushing her tighter against him. Sex Piston felt his hardening cock against her backside while he kept moving them to the music.