Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(31)

“What’re you talking about old man?”

“We’re lining up some matches. Blackie is first up. He’s going to fight one of the guys from another charter,” he explained, holding out his palm. “Pay up.”

“No one asked me if I wanted to fight,” I said flatly.

“And chance messing up that pretty face of yours?” Bones quipped, handing over a fifty to Pops. “Fifty on Black,” he told the old geezer.

If I couldn’t fuck, I might as well fight. Get rid of some of this aggression somehow. I looked at my phone. Nope, no calls from Kitten.

“I want to fight,” I declared, staring at Pops. “Set it up,” I said, sliding off the stool. I grabbed my bottle and glanced at Bones. “And your money better be on me and not some other dick wad,” I warned.

I spotted Blackie walking into the room with a smoking hot blonde on his heels and my dick stirred. Maybe I didn’t need a brunette after all.

I took a shot of the tequila, placing the bottle down again, and left Bones and Pops to snatch Blackie’s girl. Fuck that, it was my patch party. I should get first dibs on all pussy.

I cleared my throat, ready to lay on the charm in typical Riggs fashion. Blackie didn’t stand a chance. Kiss your lay goodbye brother.

“This is the best fucking night of my life!” I shouted, moving to stand directly in front of the blonde bombshell who looked like a lost puppy. What the hell was wrong with me, and why was I comparing every woman I wanted to bang to a pet? Her eyes lifted to mine as I flipped my baseball cap backwards so she could check out my soulful eyes as I grinned at her. Go on baby, try to resist Riggs.

“Who are you, sexy mama?” I asked, as I reached out and ran my hand along her side.

“Riggs, she’s here for the Bulldog,” Blackie clipped.

Come on!

I dropped my hand from her side and she shoved a pie against my chest, forcing me to take it.

“I’ve got to go,” she mumbled, spinning around, leaving me holding the pie.

No pussy.

I was going to get my ass kicked from some dope because I opened my big trap.

But I had pie.

I poked my finger into the crust and pulled it out covered in cherry filling. Sucking the cherry off my finger, I savored every flavor. Damn, it was good.

Heaven.

I ignored the fleeting thought that I probably looked a lot like Jason Biggs in American Pie and took off to the couches to enjoy it.

I found a seat next to the Bulldog, ignoring he was in the middle of getting his cock sucked by a brunette.

Oh, look, I found one!

I dropped myself onto the couch and dug into my pie.

Jack pushed the girl off his lap and she nearly took a tumble and fell face first into my dessert. I would’ve killed them both, but the broad found her footing and Jack zipped his jeans. All was well.

Happy Endings all around.

“Best fucking pie ever,” I said with my mouth full, shrugging the whore’s hands off my shoulders. I didn’t want his leftovers especially when he had just blown his load in her mouth. Gross. I’ll stick with my pie.

“You guys really went all out. I don’t remember baked goods at any other club party,” I said to Jack, licking the filling from my thumb.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, standing tall, looking at my lap like there was fire on top of it and not a pie.

I licked my lips, widening my eyes as he grabbed the pie from me, searching around the clubhouse—for what, I wasn’t quite sure of. I don’t know. The man is crazy. Like, literally, he’s bipolar.

“Hey wait a minute, give that back, man!” I shouted angrily, reaching for the pie.

“Where. Did. You. Get. The. Fucking. Pie.” He hissed.

“Some fucking hot blonde brought it by before she took off,” I responded, holding out my hands for the pie. “Now give it back.”

He glanced back down at the pie before shoving it back into my hands.

He was fucking lucky he did the right thing. I was about to throw down.

“Where is she now?”

I shrugged my shoulders, repositioning myself on the couch and took another taste.

“Blackie was on her like white on rice, bet he knows where the pie goddess is,” I pointed out. “Do a brother a solid? When you find her ask her if she’ll be my personal baker, will you?”

Hey a man could hope, right?

The Bulldog stalked off, in true tough guy fashion, but at least he left me his brunette and the pie. She was a persistent little thing, bending over giving me a prime view of her ass as her skirt hiked up. She looked over her shoulder, made sure she had my attention before turning back around and taking a seat on my lap.

She nodded toward the pie as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped my cock.

“Can I have a taste?” She asked, stroking me through my jeans.

I lifted my fingers to her lips and watched her tongue slide out and wrap around them, licking them clean of the filling.

Fuck it!

I pushed the pie to the side and grabbed her hips, centering her so she had one leg on either side of me and gripped her hips. She leaned in for a kiss but I flipped her hair over her shoulder and pressed my mouth to her neck.

No mouth.

Not hers.

She ground herself against my cock and reached for my zipper as I sucked on her neck. She whispered dirty incentives into my ear as I arched my hips. My hands moved underneath her skirt, squeezing her ass before reaching between her legs to push her thong aside. She reached inside my jeans, pressing the heel of her hand against my dick. I pulled back, raising her off me to pull my pants down and bare my cock to her. She flipped her head back and for some reason, I lifted my head and my eyes locked with the pair of baby blues I had been searching for all night.