Just Keep Running (Bulldogs MC #2) [Featured]

Smiler POV Part 2!

A/N: I don't really know how this happened, but Smiler has been bugging me to write this for a while, so here it is! Fair warning: We all know Smiler has a dirty mouth, but it's nothing compared to his filthy mind. He's kind of a perv. So if you're offended by dirty thoughts and language, look away now! Much love xx

^^ Smiler ^^

It's official. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. That girl has taken up every fucking cell of my brain and I only met her twelve hours ago. I didn't even pay attention to the chick that spent an hour grinding on my lap when we got back to the clubhouse last night. I couldn't; all I could think was that her hair was too light, the only curves she had were the ones she'd obviously paid good money for, and instead of a sweet and subtle perfume, she reeked of stale beer and weed. I ended up pushing her off me, ignoring the questioning looks I got from the guys and locking myself in my room. The only good thing about that bitch grinding on me was that, for the first time since Lenni wrapped her sweet thighs around me, I wasn't fucking hard.

Jay rounded us all up first thing this morning, and we all headed back to the shithole Lenni called home. I managed to ignore her completely, keeping my gaze on the floor or out of the window. Until Skids yells, and then instinct kicks in, and we all sprint to the bedroom to see what he's hollering about.

And there she is. I manage to stop without crashing into her, but only just. I'm so close that I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. And holy shit, she's naked. Well, she's wearing a towel, but it doesn't cover much. Her skin is still damp from her shower, and I can't tear my eyes away as they follow a droplet of water that falls from her hair. It crawls down her back, over the ink that covers it. Over the angel wings. I almost laugh; this girl is no angel. She was sent directly from hell by Lucifer himself, to lead assholes like me straight into temptation.

Once again I find that I have no control over myself, and I only realise that I've reached out to touch her when she jumps and her head whips around, watching as I pull my finger away from the back of her neck. I'm grateful then for Skids as he shouts at us to get out, and when the bedroom door slams behind us, I hightail it straight outside for a smoke. My dick actually hurts where it pulses and rubs against the fly of my jeans, and I'm harder than I can ever remember being.

I light another smoke with the cherry of the first one and think about anything I can to try and drain the blood from my hard-on. Skids scooping my balls out with a rusty spoon when he realises what I want to do to his little girl; Philly's pale, hairy ass I got an eyeful of that time I found him bending some middle-aged whore over the pool table in the clubhouse; Pest with his knob in his hand as he watched Philly and the middle-aged whore. I sigh in relief when the pressure in my groin eases off, and I'm finally in control of my body. Mostly, well kind of. I'm still half hard but at least it's not so noticeable anymore.

I manage to keep hold of this control the whole time we're loading her stuff into the van. It doesn't escape my notice that she has barely anything with her, and what she does have is still in suitcases or boxes. If she had to leave quickly, she could be gone within minutes, and somehow I know that that's the point. When Skids tells her creep of a landlord that she's leaving, he tells us that she asked for a short lease, so he wasn't surprised. Apparently, she wanted to be able to leave without having to worry about giving notice. And when Jay tells me that she doesn't have a cell phone, it's just another piece of the puzzle that makes sense. She wants to be invisible, with no ties holding her anywhere. Well, she fucked up when she got on my bike then, because like it or not, she's tied to us now. Even if it weren't for the way my dick throbs for her, she's tied to Skids and that means there's no way any of us would let her disappear.