Page 1 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

CHAPTER 1

PARTY FIT FOR A KING

Leo

"You've never had pussy as tight as mine." Nutty whispers in my ear and drags one of her fake nails down my back.

I press the tumbler of whiskey to my mouth and gulp it down. Always the same shit. The same fucking claim about how they could rock my world. Sweetbutts are all the same. Either they're here to get off, or they're here to get in.

Nutty is one of our newest sweetbutts, but I can already see her angle. She wants into the life. She wants to become an ol' lady. She won't find her golden ticket with me.

"Nutty, can't you see I'm trying to enjoy my fucking party? For fucks sake, go find another dick to ride." I yell at her over the music before I turn my head back to the thick, rotating pole set up in front of me and the stripper whose ass I can't get enough of.

Nutty flops back against the seat, crossing her arms over her chest and bobbing her leg up and down.

"Leo, what the fuck are you doing sitting down?" Rumble claps a hand on my shoulder and pushes me up from the seat. "We got too many fine ass ladies in here for you to be stuck on one."

Rumble is my sergeant at arms and one of my oldest friends. The man likes to joke around a lot, but he is as deadly as anyone I've ever met, probably why we became such good friends in juvie.

"Not stuck brother, just appreciating the sights." I turn my head to the side as the stripper in front of me scissor kicks her legs, turning upside down and stretches into a complete split.

"Damn, I may have to come back for her." Rumble thrusts his pelvis at her slightly, causing her to giggle and roll her eyes in his direction. "If you appreciate this, then we have something else I know for damn sure you'll appreciate even more."

Rumble pushes me in the direction of the movie theaters, away from the bulk of the party-goers.

"What the fuck are you doing? We can't just leave them out there unattended. You know better than that." I rip my shoulder out of his grasp and turn to walk back where I was. Along with the strippers, sweetbutts and patched members, a few hang arounds were allowed to come in to help me celebrate. We usually didn't entertain this many people, but the guys wanted to make sure that my birthday was one to remember.

Sure, I didn't think there was anyone here stupid enough to go against me or my MC, but why take that fucking chance? As the president of this club, it's my job to make sure that we are all prepared for whatever may come. Shit is calm right now, but you never know what snakes are in the grass waiting for their opportunity to strike.

"Leo, be easy bro, I know better than that. This party is just for you. Everyone else will be out front keeping the peace. We just thought you deserved something a little more exclusive than the sweetbutt we already have trolling the grounds."

I turn back in the direction of the movie theater, "You sure you fuckers got this shit handled? I don't want to come back out and find my home in disarray."

"Oh, it's going to be disarray, but nothing a mop and bucket won't be able to fix." He shrugs and begins pushing me towards the room again.

"This shit better be fucking worth it. You know I don't like surprises." I purposefully drag my feet now, thinking about what the hell they have hidden in that room. It could be a sexy woman or a big-ass alien-looking dude in a bird costume, with Rumble you never fucking know.

"Leo, shut up, just enjoy the fucking ride, man."

A flash of honey brown hair streaks past my peripheral vision, and I turn to look at the owner.

My gut clenches, and my hands ball into fists. What the fuck is she doing here.

"Nisa!" I call out, and she turns around startled.

Her eyes squint for a second before they open wide in recognition. "Leo, long time no see."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I step into her space and instantly wish that I hadn't. The scent of brown sugar and rain hangs in the air around her. I wonder if her clit tastes as good as she smells?

"Jeez, Leo, do you always have to be so mean. It's a party, and I was invited." She pouts and turns her eyes away from me.

I look over to Rumble for an explanation. He shrugs and puts his hands up in surrender. "I didn't let her in, but we told the prospects if the guest had a flyer, tits, and an ID that said 18 and older, they could get in. She meets the criteria."

"See," Nisa pulls the small flyer out of her pocket to show me, "I was invited."

I pull it out of her hand and tear it up, "You were just un-fucking invited. Now get your shit and get the fuck out."

Her mouth drops open, and I have to stop myself from thinking about what I would love to put inside it.

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