Page 18 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

When I open my eyes, she's standing near the hallway with her chin raised in defiance and her arms crossed over her chest.

I need her. Now.

"No." I bang my hand against the bar and turn away from her. "Spike! Get the fuck off your ass and get Nisa a room. Toward the back. She's not to leave the fucking club unless I say so." I order as I quickly make my way to my room. I need some release, and since there aren't any sweetbutts here right now, my hand will have to do.

CHAPTER 11

MORE PAIN FOR NISA

Leo

My shower is quick, and my nut is even faster.

I feel like a fucking creep. After the small interaction with Nisa, I ran straight to my room and jerked off against the tile wall of the shower. The cold water did nothing to wash the shame away.

I know better. It doesn't matter what Spike says, Nisa is off-limits. Even if it was okay for me to fuck her, I'm not the type of man that likes to have too many responsibilities. A fucking ol' lady is not something I want to deal with, not when I have to deal with these knuckleheads in the club.

No, a sweetbutt will do any day.

I'm not stupid enough to say that I've never noticed her looking at me. That I don't see the sexy way Nisa bites her lip when I get too close, as if my smell is enough to push her libido into overdrive. The thought always used to make me smile, but now I fucking hate it. I hate that she's right there, willing to give me what I need, and I can't do anything about it. I hate thatshe'swhat I fucking need.

The shower does little to take the edge off. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. I might as well check on shit, make sure whoever is supposed to be watching the front is awake and alert.

I can check on Nisa as well.

I push my hair away from my face and walk out of my room. It's almost morning now, and everyone is officially asleep, minus Shake, who's standing by the front door swiping on his phone.

"You paying attention?"

He fumbles and quickly pushes his phone into his pocket. "Shit, yeah, Leo. Nothing going on here tonight."

"Yeah, make sure your nose isn't too deep into that phone. Who are you texting anyway?"

A half-smile inches up his cheeks, and even from where I'm standing, I can see him blushing. "Amelia."

"The girl from the tattoo parlor?" I jerk my head back, and my mouth opens slightly. Amelia is a fucking handful, and she takes no shit. The last I heard, she was locked up in the county jail for fighting. Just the type of woman I expect to chew Shake up and spit him out.

"Yeah."

I laugh, "Kid, you better be careful. She'll eat you alive."

He shrugs uncomfortably before he rubs the back of his neck, "Nah, man, it's not like that. She's just someone to talk to."

I throw my hands up in surrender. I didn't really give a fuck. It's his dick. "Hey, it's no shade. She's a good girl, just meaner than a fucking snake. I hope you can handle her."

Shake's eyebrow arches up, but he says nothing. Yeah, he's already had a taste.

"Whatever, bro, I'm just going to check on Nisa. Which room is she in?"

She's in the back, the last one to the right.

I nod and make my way over there. Hopefully, she's already asleep. Then I'd check on the progress Tella made while I wasriding around. He said that he was going to start rebuilding the outside deck last night.

"Mmm, fuck."

I slow my stroll down as I hear her soft voice floating in the air.

No. No fucking way.

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