Page 2 of Piston

I sigh and remove her hand, making her frown, but I ignore it and state, "I told you it was one-and-done, Amy, and I've got class."

She opens her mouth to protest, but I ignore her and carry on my way across campus.

That's the problem with patch chasers. They say they're perfectly fine with a one-and-done but still beg for more afterward.

This is why I don't wear my cut when I pick women up from bars.

Shaking my head, I hurry my steps, smirking at a busty blonde who's looking at me appreciatively. With a look, I silently promise to find her later.

Later, I chuckle as Acid sucks the neck of a brunette, savoring all the liquor she's poured on her neck.

"Mmm, Acid…," she moans, gripping his shaggy blonde hair, and I shake my head, take a sip of my beer, and look away from their show.

I'm not the only one who likes to take advantage of our leather, but this fucker is an idiot. He has a girl who works at the club's diner, Huntsmen's Grub, who is technically in love with him, but he refuses to see it despite knowing her for four years, after meeting at her father’s gym.

He friend-zoned her, but I know, without a doubt, that when he realizes she's sleeping with some lawyer, he'll run after her. It's only a matter of time, and he’s going to get a shock.

Our Perrie, she’s fucking fierce and has a side no one knows about, well except me anyway. I’ve been her sparing partner for a couple of years now.

"Hey, Piston, where's your cut…." Katie whispers from beside me, and I tilt my head and raise a brow at her.

Her bright blonde hair is perfectly curled while her black shirt is one size too tight, and a few buttons are undone, showing her cleavage, her bright pink lace bra on view.

My cock twitches, but I ignore it.

"What can I do for you, Katie?" I ask, ignoring her question.

I don't normally wear it when I'm out on the prowl, needing a woman in my bed for the night. It only makes them hold out for more.

I could go to club for a fuck, but I want some fresh meat…

I take another sip of my beer, my eyes looking over the crowd in the Huntsmen, our club bar, as she rasps, "I thought maybe you and I could go to the back, and you know…." And I roll my eyes just before I lock them on a form on the other side of the dark room, and I lick my bottom lip.

Fuck me, she's beautiful.

A tight red dress with thin straps showcases her figure, her black hair cascading down her back.

I smirk as I watch her shake her head at some guy who has walked up behind her where she's standing with a group of girls, and whispered in her ear. She says something to the girls, who all frown but nod, and then she moves away, but he follows, not taking the hint but also giving me the perfect opportunity.

I vaguely remember Katie standing near me. "Last time I checked, you're not a clubwhore, and you also work for the club. You know I won't go there with you," I say, and then walk away from her, allowing her to stew.

Clubwhores are women who love to fuck the brothers, hoping to get a patch. They also clean and cook at the clubhouse for room and board, and are the only women I fuck more than once. I refuse to touch a bar employee, or any employees at the diner or the strip club the club owns.

They become clingy, and I don't fucking do clingy; at least the clubwhores know what they are getting.

"Are you such a fucking bitch that you can't even have one date with me? What are you, some tease, hmm? Dressing like that then not putting out," I hear the guy sneer as I get close, but the girl ignores him, and he goes to grab her hand. I quickly intervene, chuckling loudly to get their attention.

Dark blue, diamond eyes connect with mine, and instantly, I'm entranced.

Fuck me, she is stunning….

She frowns as the guy snaps, "Fuck off, will you? I'm trying to have a conversation with my girl."

Said girl in question opens her mouth to obviously refute his claim, and most likely tell him to fuck off, but I beat her to it. "Funny, because last I checked, Diamond here was my girl, has been for the past year." I raise a brow at her. "Right, darling?"

She furrows her brows, and I widen my eyes a little to get her to play along. Her’s widen back with realization, and she clears her throat and walks over to me. I lift my arm, allowing her to burrow herself into my side. She presses her hand against my chest, and I try to ignore how fucking right she feels.

Fuck me….

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