Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

a Friday. So, we put a plan in motion. Storm had been around other clubs in her life and knew we could get into a party if we were trying to become sweet butts. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I was game.

My friend finally explained to me what a sweet butt is as we were on our way there. Basically, in exchange for having sex with members, though not being forced, and cleaning up, we would have access to a bed, food, protection, and sex. It may not be what I saw for my life, but I was past the point of caring. All of my emotions and feelings were shut down as she pulled up to the clubhouse of the Wild Kings MC.

“Can I help you?” a young guy at the gate asked, leaning down into the car.

“We’re here for the party and about becoming sweet butts,” Storm answered, making sure her tits were on display as the guy locked his gaze there.

“Park at the end of the lot by the fence. Have fun,” he said, licking his lips as he waved us through. “Oh, look for Grim when you get inside. He’ll let you know about becomin’ a sweet butt.”

Storm did as he said while I began fidgeting in my seat. My nerves were out in full force as I got out of the car and we began to follow a long line of people toward the large building that looked more like a warehouse than somewhere to have a party.

When we walked through the door, loud rock music filled the room. Sex, smoke, and sweat assaulted my senses and I almost ran back outside for a final breath of fresh air. Storm wouldn’t let me. She grabbed my hand, pulling me through the packed crowd, knowing I was ready to bolt. At the bar, she asked where we could find Grim. After several minutes, he was pointed out. The man was sitting at a table toward the back of the room filled with several men.

Taking charge as normal, Storm grabbed us each a beer and started pulling me along once more. When we stopped at the table, all talking ceased as the men turned to stare at us. One man’s gaze immediately caught my attention and held me in place. Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall. His tee-shirt and vest were stretched thin across his muscled body while long, black hair hung to his shoulders. Dark, deep brown eyes held my own as Storm and the rest of the men talked in muted conversation. A scar cut through his eyebrow, not taking away from the sexiness of his features at all while a dark, neatly trimmed beard covered his face.

“Dozer, what do you think?” I heard being asked while I was still staring at the man before me.

“They’ll work. Why don’t you come over here and sit with me?” he asks, his voice deep and rough as it washes over my body.

“Me?” I squeak out in response.

He simply nods his head in response. Walking over, I try to find a chair. The man called Dozer has other ideas though. He reaches out and pulls me down into his lap. Wrapping an arm around me, he pulls me back into his hard chest. For the first time in so long, I actually feel safe. Storm looks at me as she’s pulled down onto the lap of someone else sitting at the same table. We drink our beers, get the guys drinks when they ask us to, and then retire where the rest of the sweet butts sleep. However, I don’t sleep alone. Dozer comes to bed with me. We don’t get much sleep either. The man knows his way around a woman’s body without a doubt.

That one night changed my life forever. In ways I never dreamed possible. Dozer quickly became the only man I had sex with even though he wasn’t around all the time. Grim was fine with it. As long as I helped out around the clubhouse. Apparently, Dozer talked to him too. So, that’s how I became more help to the ol’ ladies of the Wild Kings MC than the rest of the women having sex with the men of the club.

Storm followed in my wake until that fateful day that changed my world once more. This time, I lost my sister and best friend. Storm was ripped from me by a rival and I was lost. That’s when I threw myself back into working out, training to fight, and going to the gun range with a few of the brothers. They were amazed at my skill with guns. Until I told them my father and brother were both in the military and before his death, my brother trained me in several things to ensure my safety. That’s how I have my new job for a few MCs around that are close to the Wild Kings. I take care of the women who fuck with the club or turn rat.

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Summer

“SUMMER, WHERE YOU at, baby?” Dozer asks me, walking into the small kitchen of a hotel room in nothing but a towel.

“Making food,” I answer him, as he wraps his arms around my middle.

“You smell good,” he says, burying his face in my neck before placing a kiss there.

“You’re wet,” I laugh, turning in his arms to get my kiss.

Dozer deepens the kiss, his tongue swirling with mine as he pulls me fully against his hard, muscled body. His towel falls from him while he continues to kiss me breathless. Even after all these years, nothing has changed about the man and what he makes me feel. Dozer controls my body and turns me on with a simple look.

“Turn the food off. It can wait,” he states, pulling away to allow me enough room to maneuver around the stove.

As quick as I have the bacon turned off, Dozer has me in his arms, plastered against the