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  T.A.

  Biker Bitches, #6

  Jamie Begley

  Young Ink Press Publication

  YoungInkPress.com

  Copyright © 2018 by Jamie Begley

  Edited by Diamond in the Rough Editing

  & Hot Tree Editing

  Cover Art by Cover Couture

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Victoria Jayne

  The Witch of the Prophecy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  1

  T.A. blew a bubble with her gum as she stuck the gas nozzle into her gas tank when two motorcycles swerved to pull off the road into the parking lot of the convenience store.

  “Hot damn! Aren’t you a sexy little thing!”

  Blowing another bubble, she took her eyes off the numbers that were showing how fast her money was spilling into the gas tank.

  Giving a seductive smile, she stopped the gas and shook the nozzle to make the last few drops slide free, aware the movement was giving a jaunty bounce to her breasts that were being shown off to perfection underneath the black tank top she was wearing. It was cold enough that her nipples poked through the thin material of her bra and easily discernable under the brightness of the overhead lights shining down on the pumps.

  “Cool bikes!” she said over her shoulder as she hung the hose back on the pump. Putting her hands in the back pockets of her tight black pants, she walked closer to the two bikers. She felt their eyes drop to the generous swell of her breasts as she gave them an enticing smile.

  “You want to go for a ride?”

  T.A. glanced at the one closer to her, taking in the lank long hair she would bet hadn’t been washed in a month and the yellow teeth that had her turning her attention to the other biker, who at least had taken better care of himself. Both men were large, straddling the bikes with an air of confidence that was alluring as fuck to a bitch like her.

  Blowing another bubble, she saw the men’s eyes drop to her lips.

  “Do I look stupid enough to go riding with two men I don’t know?”

  Their eyes went back to her breasts.

  “I’m Nails, and this is Dagger. That enough of an introduction for you?”

  Giving a soul-filled sigh, she gave them a look of regret.

  “Nope.” Turning back to her car, she felt a long arm reach out to haul her back to his side.

  “Come on… what’s your hurry, sweet tits?”

  “I’m going to a party. I don’t want to be late.” T.A. let her hand slide up the cheap imitation of his leather jacket to rest it along his shoulders.

  “Me and Dagger can give you a party.”

  “On your bikes? No thanks. It’s cold as fuck out here.”

  The two bikers shared a glance before turning back to her, then Nails pointed a dirty finger over his shoulder.

  “We could party there. That’s our club.”

  T.A. turned to look to see the large building that would have been inconspicuous if it didn’t have such a large number of motorcycles outside.

  “You belong to a motorcycle club?”

  Dagger and Nails gave her a look that clearly showed that not only did they think she was stupid, she was also a moron.

  “You don’t get these patches unless you do.”

  “Wow.” T.A. blew another bubble. Her brow furrowed. “I’ve heard you guys like to party hard. Don’t know if I’m up to doing a whole clubhouse.”

  Nails pulled her tighter against his side. “Sweet tits, you look game for anything.”

  “Looks can be deceiving. I’m a woman who likes to pick and choose who I want to fuck, not having the choice taken out my hands.”

  “If you just want one-on-one with me or Dagger, that can be arranged.”

  “A girl likes to keep her options open. What if when I get inside, I want to do someone else?”

  “We’re all brothers. We don’t fight over cunt, no matter how sweet it is.”

  “Then I guess I’m going to another party. I’ll meet you over there.”

  “Hop on my bike, and I’ll drive over there. I’ll send another brother to come back for your car.”

  “I’ll drive. Besides, I need to get my jacket on. It’s cold as a witch’s tit out here.” T.A. blew another bubble, letting a hand go to the leather-clad leg near her. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to take off. I’m in the mood to get laid, and the fuckers I’m blowing off aren’t packing the heat I can see you’re carrying.”

  “Get in the car. When we get into the club, I’ll show you my heat. The brothers don’t call me Nails for nothing. I can nail you from eleven inches away.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” Curling her fingers in a fist, she let her knuckles brush over the thick bulge before giving him a wink and sidling away from his hold.

  “Meet you there.”

  T.A. was aware of them watching her ass as she got back in her car. Flooring it, she drove across the street with the two motorcycles following behind her. She parked at the end and got out of the car, putting her jacket on as the bikers parked next to her.

  She was tugging her blond hair out from under her collar when a hand went to her arm, turning her to face them.

  “Sorry, tits, we need to make sure you’re not trying to pack something inside that we don’t want.”

  Nails started running his hands familiarly over her body.

  “Like what? The only thing I have under my clothes is little ol’ me.”

  Nails dug his hands under her tank, then under her bra, searching her breast before bringing his hands down to slide under her tight leggings.

  “You wouldn’t be the first bitch who’s tried to use her cunt to get a bug inside the club.”

  “Whoa, Nails!” T.A. grabbed Nails’ wrist, stopping him. “Let Dagger search down there.”

  Nails’ fingers stopped. “Why him?”

  “His nails aren’t dirty like yours. You could give a girl an infection with those nasty hands of yours.”

  The hand that had been searching her snatch was jerked free of her pants, going to her throat as she felt herself pressed back against the car door.

  “Bitch, what did you just say?”

  “I said let Dagger do it. I have no problem with you doing a search-and-find later if I choose to fuck you tonight after you wash your hands.”

  Nails’ furious features filled her vision as he loomed over her. “You’ll choose me. I’ll see to that.”

  She shrugged. “Not with those hands. They look like you gave a hand job to a muffler.”

  A bark of laughter from Dagger had Nails moving away.

  “I’m a mechanic. Go ahead, Dagger.”

  T.A. gave Dagger a salacious smile as the other biker stepped closer. Plastering her ass against the closed door of her car, she willingly spread her legs wider.

  “A girl better be able to get a beer when I get inside.” Staring up at the starry night sky, she hid her grimace of distaste as a rough hand was shoved under her leggings.

  “We’ve got anything inside you could want,” the biker grunted, nearly making her want to vomit at the rank odor coming from his body. So far, the Destructors might not match the Road Slayers in their colossal numbers, but at least she could get near them without wanting to barf.

  She shot Dagger a dirty look when she felt a long finger slide inside her pussy.

  “Damn, dude, you’re acting like you don’t know how to touch a coochy. Your first time?” she asked snidely.

  The lights might be dim in the parking lot, but she could easily see the red tide of color fill his cheeks. The finger was snatched out, and T.A. found herself turned to face the other way with hands going through her hair, traveling behind her ears before going down her back and hips.

  She ble
w another bubble when Dagger’s hands skimmed over her thighs and legs before being forcibly turned around again.

  “You go inside with that smart mouth, Nails and I will be taking heat. The brothers expect the women to know how to keep a respectful mouth.”

  “I can be respectful.” She blinked her impossibly long lashes at him.

  “I hope so. We’re looking for a good time, not having to explain ourselves to Whip.”

  “Who’s Whip?”

  “He’s the president of the club.”

  “What’s the name of your club?”

  “Bitch, I know you’ve heard of the Road Slayers.”

  “I’m not from around here. I’m just visiting.”

  “Everybody’s heard of us, unless you’re from outer space,” Dagger bragged.

  “I’m from Kentucky.”

  The two bikers laughed in her face.

  “Don’t that say it all.” Nails swung a heavy arm over her shoulder.

  “Are you making fun of me or Kentucky?” T.A. lifted wide eyes up at him as they began walking toward the front of the club, where several large men were standing.

  “Both.” He snickered. “She’s cool.”

  T.A. shivered at the look they gave her. If the bikers inside looked as dangerous and vicious as the ones posted out front, she was in over her head. If she thought that she could make it to her car, she would have taken off. Dagger being right behind her, and Nails having her pinned to his side took that chance out of her hands.

  The smell of booze and sex hit her as soon as she walked into the club. Blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim lighting, she took a quick glance around the club. It was the biggest motorcycle club she had been inside. It was four times the size of the Destructors’ club, and twice the size of the Last Riders’. Both clubs were a hell of a lot cleaner too. Most of the tables were filled with empty beer bottles, and at least forty or fifty bikers sat around drinking. Several bikers stood around the far end of the bar, talking to several who were seated at stools.

  “Let’s go. We’ll introduce you to Whip.”

  She wasn’t given the opportunity to balk as Nails guided her by the heavy arm around her. T.A. didn’t have to be told which man sitting at the bar was the president. The word “President” had been stitched on the black leather vest, rested on a pair of broad shoulders that turned as she and Nails approached.

  T.A. swallowed in fear as the president of the Road Slayers turned around. The gaze that rested on her breasts gave her the heebie jeebies. This man had no respect for women, and it showed in his eyes. He didn’t even try to pretend that she was nothing but another piece of ass that was about to be paraded in front of him.

  “Where’s the beer I sent you after?”

  T.A. felt the arm slipping off her.

  “Sorry, Whip, I got sidetracked.”

  The cold eyes went from Nails to Dagger, who had come from behind to stand beside her.

  “You get sidetracked too?”

  She gave a small scream when a hand flashed out, punching Dagger in the face at his nod. Getting control of herself, she cut off the scream when Whip’s attention centered on her. Biting back the terror she was feeling, she managed to get a grip on herself. She froze in place, wishing she were back in her own club. Hell, she was praying she were anywhere but here.

  “I have a club full of pussy. What I don’t have is beer. You got five minutes before I better have one in front of me.”

  Nails and Dagger didn’t waste time. They fled, leaving her alone with the president.

  “Move, Banshee, let Tits have a seat.”

  A sulky woman slid off the stool next to Whip, leaving the stool empty. T.A. shot her an apologetic gaze that was answered with a glare.

  “Your woman doesn’t seem happy at giving up her seat.”

  “Do you care?”

  She shrugged. “Not particularly.”

  “That’s a long word coming from a woman with your breast size.”

  Letting the insult fly over her head, she stared interestedly around the club.

  “Looking for anyone in particular?”

  Turning to meet his narrowed eyes, she shrugged again.

  “No, I’m just taking it all in. It’s the first time I’ve been in a club of your caliber.”

  “You’ve been in other motorcycle clubs before?”

  “A few that pretend to be motorcycle clubs but are really just dudes hanging out at bars. Kentucky doesn’t have motorcycle clubs.”

  “That where you’re from?”

  “Yes, I’m visiting a friend. I was getting gas across the street when Nails and Dagger invited me over.”

  “I can see why they got distracted.”

  She flipped her hair over her shoulder, sitting straighter on her stool. “Men tend to do that around me.”

  “I’d offer you a beer, but I’m out right now.”

  “I don’t like beer anyway. You got any tequila?”

  “You a tequila girl?”

  “I’ve been known to take a shot every now and again.”

  “Then you’re in luck. I hate the stuff. Never cared for it. I prefer my liquor without a bug floating around inside.”

  T.A. laughed. “You can’t tell me you haven’t sucked a worm down a time or two.”

  “A few,” he admitted. “That was when I was young and wanted to show off. Now, I don’t give a fuck.”

  “I don’t imagine you do. You don’t seem like a man who cares about what anyone thinks.”

  “Crow, give her a shot of tequila.”

  The biker standing behind the bar moved quickly to follow Whip’s order. Picking the shot glass up when it was placed in front of her, she downed it without flinching at the cheap taste of the liquor. She was placing the glass back down on the counter when Nails and Dagger returned, each carrying two cases of beer.

  Moving behind the bar, they gave Whip wary glances as they started shoving it inside the old fridge to get cold.

  When they were done, Whip stood up. “Let’s go.”

  T.A. frowned at him, not moving from her stool. “Where to?”

  “My room.”

  “They promised me that I could have my pick, and as nice as you seem to be… I still haven’t decided if I want a private party with anyone yet.”

  Nails and Dagger went pale at the fury on their president’s face.

  “That true?”

  When they remained silent, she answered for them.

  “I don’t lie.” Blowing a bubble, she returned to stare around the club. “Don’t worry.” T.A. turned her gaze back to his. “From where I’m sitting, there’s no competition, and on the other hand, a couple more shots of tequila might hasten my decision.”

  “Crow, give her the bottle.” Whip placed a hand next to her on the bar. “You have until the time it takes me to take a piss to make up your mind.”

  Turning around on her stool, she let her breasts slide along his arm as she refilled her glass. “I guess I better get busy, then.”

  “Yes, you should.” The president’s hard gaze went to Dagger’s and Nails’ disappointed expressions. “What’re you two waiting for? Go relieve Torch and Socket.”

  “Come on, Whip. We found her.”

  “Then next time, don’t promise split tails shit. The only person in this club who can make promises for the club is me.”

  As he walked away, T.A. raised her shot glass to the two men, who gave her recriminating glances as they moved away. Taking the shot, she sat the glass back down before she looked to the side at the man sitting next to her.

  “They don’t seem too happy, do they?”

  The biker didn’t even bother to look at her or answer.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  T.A. could see a muscle twitch on the side of his neck that was turned toward her as he lifted a beer bottle to his lips.