Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(30)

I didn’t know if being a member of a motorcycle club was anything like being a man of the mob but if it was, if there was any resemblance at all, I hope Riggs knew what he was doing.

“Mazel to Riggs,” Mia offered.

“He invited me to his patch party,” I added, as I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to figure why he did that. I was pretty sure there would be a shitload of women there so why invite me?

“Did you say a party?” She asked, dropping her magazine on the coffee table.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I want to go,” I blurted.

“Oh you have to go! You’ll break his heart if you’re not there on his big night,” she exaggerated.

“Mia,” I warned.

“No, Lauren, you’re an idiot if you don’t go. It’s not like you have anything better to do anyway,” she pointed out.

Way to kick a friend when she’s down. My best friend was better than yours. Not.

“I like Riggs, Mia,” I said, feeling frustrated and honestly a bit na?ve.

“More of a reason to go to his party,” she suggested.

“No, more of a reason not to go,” I argued. I knew enough about men to know the type of man Riggs was. He probably invited every girl he ever banged to his patch party. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I was the exception, and I wasn’t ready to face that truth head on. I didn’t want to give up on Kitten and Tiger just yet and still wanted to hold onto the dream of us.

Maybe I was na?ve.

Maybe I was just plain stupid.

“You’re going to the party,” Mia insisted. “And you will make Riggsy’s head spin when he sees you,” she said with a grin. “I have the perfect outfit for you!”

“Fine, I’ll go but you’re coming with me to make sure I don’t do anything stupid,” I conceded, knowing very well that deciding to go was the first of many stupid things I would do. But hey, life was about taking detours right?





Chapter Ten





I leaned back against the back of the black leather couch, swigging tequila straight from the bottle as the blonde in front of me shook her tits in my face. She was one of many, a dime a dozen, just another piece of ass swapped by the brothers. She placed her hands on my thighs and fell to her knees, trying her hardest to smile seductively at me.

Her hands traveled up my legs, and I took another swig of tequila, feeling my dick jolt against the zipper of my jeans. I’ve been walking around with a hard on since the party began. It was a feast of nipples and ass galore, yet we were hours in and I still hadn’t fucked anyone. Blondie over here was trying her hardest to be the one.

“You ready for me, tiger?” She purred, as she drew down the zipper of my jeans.

Wrong thing to say.

Because my dick died a little knowing it was the wrong girl asking, calling me a name meant only for her.

But my Kitten wasn’t here. She never showed and all I had was blondie, a cheap imitation. Fuck, she wasn’t even an imitation. She was the opposite of Lauren. They all were, every single whore that rubbed up on me tonight. I had blondes, redheads, even chicks with bright pink hair, but I stayed away from the brunettes purposely and I had no fucking idea why.

I grabbed blondie’s face, leaned forward and crashed my mouth over hers.

It was all wrong. She was wrong.

My tongue darted in and out of her mouth as I reached around her waist and grabbed her ass cheeks.

“Thanks, babe,” I said, pulling back and shaking the empty bottle of tequila in her face. “But it’s time for a refill,” I claimed, giving her ass a light smack, signaling to take what she was selling to another brother.

She stumbled onto her feet and looked at me dejected. I ignored her, brushing past her as I made my way through the sea of people toward the bar where I found Bones picking up his pants.

“Am I the only one who hasn’t gotten laid yet?” I questioned disgustedly, as I reached over the bar and pulled another bottle from the shelf.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Bones asked, his breath ragged from pounding one of the usual bitches that hung around him like a hemorrhoid. I think her name was Sally, or maybe Suzy, fuck, I had no idea what her name was.

I glanced across the room at Brittany, the girl from the gym, getting tight with Pipe. Well, I didn’t see that shit coming. I wouldn’t have invited her if I thought she’d be on her knees sucking Pipe’s dick and not mine.

“I need a brunette,” I told Bones, taking the cigarette he just lit from his mouth and claiming it for myself.

“And what? You can’t find one?” He asked incredulously, pulling another cigarette from his pack. “What about her,” he suggested, tipping his beer across the room. “Pretty enough, if you bend her over and take her from behind. Her face is fucked but she’s got an ass that makes up for that shit.”

I squinted, trying to check her out but I couldn’t see shit. I was piss drunk and seeing double of everything. I covered one eye and focused on the brunette in question.

“You boys want in on the bet?” Pops asked, walking up in front of me completely obscuring my vision.

It was fucking useless. I couldn’t even fuck backward pussy.

I gave up, taking a seat on one of the stools and looked at Pops