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

she ordered when he didn’t make a move. “Ass in the seat, duck your head, and swing your legs in. It’s easy.”

Hearing the growl in her tone, he opened the door, followed her instructions, and folded himself inside.

Amazingly, it worked.

Climbing into the driver’s side, Magenta nodded her head in approval. “Well done, big boy.”

Quake grunted in response.

Turning the key, she brought the engine to life and backed out of the shed. Reaching for the radio, she switched it on, filling the car with music from a local station. Creeping down the road past the house, she stepped on the gas when they were farther away.

Gripping the sides of his seat, Quake sat tensely when she pressed on the accelerator. He didn’t know how this bucket of bolts could go so fast. It didn’t feel safe. Not like his bike or the van the club used.

Humming to herself along with a song, Magenta seemed oblivious to his unease.

“You might want to go a little easy on the gas,” he suggested.

Slicing him a glance, she did a double-take when she saw his expression. “I thought you bikers liked to go fast and furious.”

“We do,” Quake confirmed. “On bikes, not in a flimsy little metal box that could rip apart if the wind was strong enough.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about my baby that way,” Magenta quibbled. “Don’t let him hurt your feelings, honey.”

Tilting his head, he watched her pet the dashboard affectionately. “You named it, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. I bet you named your bike,” she countered, keeping her eyes on the road.

“That’s different.”

Magenta arched an eyebrow. “How?” she challenged.

“Um . . .”

“Exactly,” she smirked. “Let me guess. You called it . . . Nightmare? Lightning Bolt? Thor’s Hammer?”

“Drago,” Quake replied drily.

She sliced a glance across at him. “Like a dragon?”

“Yeah. So, what about yours?”

Magenta bit her lip. “Bee.”

“Bee?” he echoed. “Seriously?”

“Don’t listen to him, honey,” she told her car. “Yes, Bee. Like Bumblebee. From those giant robot movies.”

Quake laughed. “Bee the bug minus the transforming.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of her,” she scolded. “She’s pretty and purple, like those bees in Florida. The first time I saw her, I knew her name and knew she was mine. I asked Madam Belle for an advance but she said I wouldn’t need one, to save up and she’d be there when I was ready. I suspect there was some fairy glamour involved, hiding her from people who were looking at cars. It took two more paychecks to make a down payment, but she was there when I went back. We’ve been together ever since.”

A thirty-minute drive of light, flirty banter and they arrived outside Quake’s clubhouse, a sprawling two-story structure built of wood and stone with more than enough room for the thirteen Hell’s Fury MC members. The clubhouse was located on a square mile of land with The Dragon’s Den on the far side of the property and a private lake in between. The front entrance opened into the main communal living space, a lounge with a soaring ceiling, a massive stone fireplace, and a well-stocked bar. Their dining room table sat twenty-four when members of other chapters and cadres visited.

The gourmet kitchen was the domain of Cookie, their Mexican chef, a gray wolf shifter who excelled in spicy cuisine and comfort food. The club’s communications room was run by Eagle Eye, an eagle shifter who owned a wolfdog and hunted with it when he wasn’t doing surveillance and surfing the internet.

Eagle Eye must have seen them coming because every brother and his dick was out front to greet them.

“Fuck,” Quake muttered, running his fingers through his hair. He needed to shave. He needed to brush his teeth.

He really needed to fuck Magenta again.

“Well, here we are!” she chirped, pulling to a stop in the front. “Thanks for last night.” She bit her lip and eyed the crowd who’d gathered. “I guess I’ll see you around. Tell the wait staff, your next tab’s on me.”

Drinks. She was going to buy him off with drinks. Pretend that she hadn’t tried to suck him off to completion. Ignore the orgasms that he’d given her or how perfectly her pussy had molded itself to his dick.

“Right,” he growled and climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut and patting Bee’s ass to send her on her way.

He should feel good about a job well done. All he felt was the burn of rejection. She was Madam Belle’s number one girl, top draw at her shows, and top dollar for her time upstairs. As long as she worked at The Pole Barn, their night together would remain nothing more than a bittersweet memory.

6

Rory slapped the wheel and cursed herself for being seven times a fool. She’d fucked a gargoyle and cut him loose, adding insult to his injury by offering to pay his tab next time he came to the club.

He was probably bragging to all his brothers about how he’d fucked her. Telling them about the hot tub and the shower they’d shared. It served her right after what she’d just done. Swearing roundly, she huffed out a breath. She’d truly enjoyed spending time with Quake. Talking. Joking around. He probably wouldn’t approach her again after this.

Not that anything could come of it if he did. Dating customers was a big no-no in her line of work. Boyfriends got jealous easily. She’d seen it happen with other strippers. Rory didn’t need a possessive male.

Remembering how he’d felt inside her, she squeezed her thighs together, trying to stem the needy ache it brought. There would be no more gargoyle cock for her. Maybe she could order something just as big online. It wouldn’t be the same but she’d have it when she got the urge. A monster dildo. There were plenty of websites that offered fantasy sex toys if you looked in the right places. She even had one in the shape of a unicorn horn.

Rory was half-way home when she heard the roar of engines