Page 17 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

"Yeah, real good shit, except she still won't tell me anything." I rub a hand over my patch before I pick up the bottle of jack again and take another swig.

"That's what got you out here drinking like a fucking sailor?"

"No, she.." I felt like a prick the second that word came out of my mouth. She didn't rape me. I was all over her just as much as she was me, "I mean, we almost crossed a line. I need a sweetbutt, like yesterday."

"Oh." Spike puts a hand over his mouth to hide the fact that he's laughing his ass off. "Got it."

"Brother, if you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to have to beat you unconscious with this fucking bottle." I sigh and push the bottle away from me in case the need to do that got too great.

"Leo, I'm going to say some shit, and you're not going to like it." Spike gets himself under control and holds my gaze.

I nod, letting him know I'm ready for whatever hard and fast truth he thinks he may have for me.

"You know you can fuck Nisa and still be a good brother, right?"

"Spike, what the fuck!" I yell at him and turn away. That is not what I thought he was going to say. They all know that Nisa is off-limits. The only damn request Hugh ever fucking had was that we didn't turn out his sister. Our sweetbutts have a habit of getting hooked on us. Once they are attached, they'll do pretty much anything to get what they want.

He didn't want Nisa like that.

My mind goes straight to the gutter.

Fuck what I wouldn't give to have Nisa hooked on me. To have her begging me to ram my cock straight through her walls, so even her soul will know what my stroke feels like.

I wonder if she's the type to go multiple times in a night. I fuck to relieve tension, and being the president of this club, I always have a lot of stress.

"Fucking hell." My cock throbs in my pants, and I reach over to the bottle of jack for another swig.

"You think Hugh would want Nisa running around behind another crew or worse getting into some shit that none of us could get her out of?"

My eyes snap to his. There is nothing that I would let happen to that girl, and he knows it.

"Nothing like that will ever happen to her." I snarl at him.

"Bro, I don't know what happened that day at the party, but we all believe that she had something to do with it. How deep in is she? What else is going on that we don't know about because we excommunicated her."

Here's this bullshit again.

"God damn it, we didn't excommunicate her. She shouldn't be around this bullshit." I shrug, trying to get rid of this nasty feeling weighing down on me.

"Leo, she wasn't asking to go out on runs with us. All she wanted was to be with us. Be a part of the family, and we turned her away."

My hands ball into fists, and I take in a few deep breaths to keep myself from going off on one of my best friends. "Are you saying we abandoned her?" The words slide off my tongue like slime.

"No, I'm not saying that. We'd never abandon her, but we sure as hell did a good job of disappearing from her life." He puts his hands up, and the look on his face tells me he knows that he'sclose to getting knocked the fuck out. "Look, Leo, all I'm saying is. There is far worse shit in life than being with you or being a part of this club. You may be blind, but we all see how that girl looks at you. It's been that way since she a youngin'. If you want her, and you want to do right by her, I don't see it as you breaking your vow to Hugh. In fact, I think that is the epitome of keeping your word." He hops off the barstool and taps me on the shoulder.

I take another swig of my drink and feel the fuzziness at the edge of my mind. I don't want to believe him. But the more I try to push away the thoughts of making Nisa mine, the harder it becomes to think about anything else.

I hop off the barstool and turn in the direction of the screen room.

I need to get her situated. She needs a room and some clothes.

I squeeze my eyes shut as a vision of her naked flashes in my mind.

The dull ache in my balls turns into a deep pain linked with an almost manic need to get her underneath me.

"Fucking hell, get your shit together." I reprimand myself and use the heel of my hand to press down on my rock-hard dick.

I take a few deep breaths before I hear the door to the screen room open and Nisa walking down the hall in my direction.

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