Page 14 of Reckless Pawn

Ten years ago

“C’mon, Houston. Don't be a pussy tonight." He pointed to the gorgeous blonde at the back of the clubhouse he couldn’t seem to get enough of. "Look at her all sweet and innocent just waiting on us to have our way with her. You can't leave me now. She asked for a threesome with us. How the hell can you turn that down?"

"I can't believe you want to go for this. I thought two chicks was more your style." The sneer that accompanied his best friend’s words made it clear he wasn’t throwing out compliments. Still he’d made a promise to his girl that he intended to keep. And he wanted her V-card bad.

Axel shrugged. "Mandy's not that kind of girl. She don't go for that."

"But she goes for two guys? That's fucked up."

Axel bristled at his tone. While his own mind might have gotten stuck in the gutter after Mandy told him what she wanted, that did not make it okay for Houston to insult her. The one thing he didn’t get off on was judging anyone for their sexual choices.

"C'mon man. Tell me you did not mean that the way it sounded. Girl’s got a right to get laid any way she chooses. It so happens I’ve been waiting for this one to make that choice for a long time and if this is the way she needs it to go to give it up, then we gotta make this happen. You cannot puss out on me now."

A wide smile slowly crept across his friend’s face and he knew he was right.

"She is pretty hot."

Axel wanted to fist pump the air. Houston was not going home any time soon. "Pretty hot? Are you fucking blind? When was the last time you saw tits that fucking perky?" He should know. He’d gotten up close and personal with them last week. At least until he’d gotten his hand between her legs and she put a stop to anything more.

"Last week, when I ate her best friend on the back of my fucking bike behind the football stadium,” Houston said.

Fucking fucker. That cheerleader chick had taken one look at his best friend and spread her legs so fast his head spun. Meanwhile, he’d gone home with blue fucking balls and a mission to do whatever it took to part Mandy from her lily white virginal panties.

Axel shook his head. "I guarantee it wasn't the same as that one. Mandy is the real deal. Perfect tits, tight ass. Even tighter pussy. Not to mention a sweetness that will make your toes curl. You know you don't want to walk away."

Finally he could see Houston making a decision. He was just as much into getting maximum pussy as him and passing up on this one would be a colossal mistake.

He could see that. He also wasn't going to lie and pretend his dick didn’t get rock hard at the thought of being the first to break through her cherry.

"Seriously though." Axel grabbed his arm and pulled him farther away from the other bikers. "You can't leave now. I need a wingman."

Another smirk crossed Houston’s face accompanied by a roll of his eyes. They both knew he didn’t usually need a wingman. Mandy, however, he could not let this one get away. Not yet. And this was what she wanted… Fuck, he loved the dirty girl that lived inside that sweet exterior. So yeah, he was going to make sure she got what she wanted.

"If you can't charm your way into a solo performance then you might as well hand over your Casanova card and your cut—"

Houston's cell phone buzzing cut him off and as he pulled it out of his pocket to check the message, Axel dug deep for the words that would seal this deal and convince his friend this was the right thing to do.

"Another text from my mom,” he said. “I promised her I'd be home early and I'm already fucking late. She said she needs to talk to me and my dad already left. Something's going on."

He rolled his eyes at Houston this time. His parents were the epitome of an open marriage, but when it came to her son, Mrs. Reed got uptight as hell.

"There is always something going on with them. You need to stop letting your mother pull you into the middle of their drama. We're practically eighteen now. We're fucking adults. It's time to stop being a momma's boy and cut those strings already."

Houston drew his eyebrows together. "I'd be more than happy to show you and the entire club which one of us is a momma's boy, fucker."

Axel grinned. "There you are. About fucking time." He swept his hand across the room. "Welcome to the party. Now are we going to get laid or what? Cause something that sweet isn’t going to come along every fucking day."

Houston tried to keep a straight face, but Axel had seen the twitch at the corner of his mouth as his friend turned and took another look at the girl in the back still staring their way. Hope and desire shined from her eyes, making his cock ache. So maybe his dick got hard without much provocation, but even it knew special when special offered itself up on a platter.

Finally, Houston shrugged and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "What the hell. Let’s do it."

When the door slammed shut behind Isabella as she stomped from the room, Axel pulled free from his memories and eased from his hidden spot on the wall. "A little rough, don't you think?"

"Fuck you. Grab me a bottle of whiskey from the bar."

He didn't bother to question his Pres about drinking this early in the morning. As far as he was concerned good booze went with every goddamned meal. But he had what felt like a lead ball sitting in his stomach from watching the tears fall onto Isabella's pretty, olive cheeks as she tore from the building.

He didn't enjoy seeing her in pain and he especially didn't like the turmoil that unseated in him.

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