Stupid fucking soccer mom
"BFG, bring the truck I fucked up my bike." I say into my cell phone. A few minutes later he pulls up and helps me load my bike into the back
"Damn that arm looks nasty, better get Cece to take a look at it." He says as I climb in the passenger seat. We pull up at Cordelias house and BFG helps me into her clinic
"Cece can you take a look at Knuckles, dumb mother fucker dropped his bike." He says as she points to a bed. I notice she's working on a girl I haven't seen before. Her long denim clad legs hang over the edge of her bed and her top is rolled up to just below her breasts, her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow, I wouldn't mind getting on top of that.
"You got a name?" I ask as she picks up her leather jacket
"Yeah I do." She replies, she's got attitude, even better. She winces as she tries to put it on
"Allow me" I say as I step up behind her, she smells like rain and oil, I feel my dick twitch in my jeans as I help her into her jacket. I watch as she power slides down the track and off towards town. Fuck I want her under me, on top of me, against the wall, hell on that motorcycle of hers.
"Come on Knuckles let's take a look at you." Cordelia says coming back in and I move back over to the bed
"Who was that girl?" I ask as she starts cleaning the scrapes on my arm
"I don't know, that's how this clinic works, no questions asked." She smirks. She finishes cleaning me up and I head back to the clubhouse. I walk into the bar and Indigo puts a beer down in front of me, I grab it and head over to Circuits office
"Hey Circuit can you track a motorcycle plate?" I ask as he looks up from his computer screen
"Yeah sure just write the number down." He replies
"The owner was at Cordelias clinic, can you get the plate off the cameras?" I ask and he nods
"Fuck, she's hot, now I know why you want to track her. That's a lot of effort for a lay Knuckles." He jokes as he runs the plate, I ignore him and look at the screen
"She must've stolen it, its registered to a hipster from California." Circuit says pulling up a picture of the registered owner. She's a bad girl too, this girls getting hotter by the second.
"Ok thanks Circuit. You coming out with us tonight? I've had enough of the couples circle in the club bar. Ice, Socket and I are heading to town tonight, you in?" I ask finishing off my beer
"Yeah I'm in." He says before turning back to his computer. I head out to the garage to see Bullet working on my motorcycle
"What's the damage Bullet?" I ask standing over him
"Well you need new foot pegs, new clutch lever and you'll probably want to respray the tank. How the fuck did you do this anyway?" He says looking up to me
"Fucking soccer mom in a minivan on her cell pulled out on me, it was either hit her or hit the deck, should've just fucking hit her." I curse as he laughs
"Gotta watch out for those dangerous soccer moms they'll kill ya." He chuckles.
The evening rolls around and I sit in the bar at the clubhouse with a beer, Killer with Cordelia on his lap, Bullet with Indigo, BFG with Sarah and Sonny with Izzy cuddle up in the booths around me, this once booze and sex filled party centre has become a couples love in and it makes me sick. Yes there are still club whores floating around but gone are the days when you could fuck a girl over the pool table while two other guys played pool on it, or you could stand at the bar ordering a drink while a whore was on her knees in front of you giving head. Especially now the club has become a baby factory.
"You ready Knuckles?" Ice asks walking over to me, I nod and we head outside to our motorcycles. Ice, Socket, Circuit and I ride through the town until we reach the bar next door to the motel, I park up and we head inside. It's fairly busy but as soon as we walk in a path is cleared to the bar, no one dare fuck with us. I smooth down my cut and grin as we head to the bar, the little redhead behind the bar smiles sweetly as she pours our drinks, I can think of another use for those lips apart from smiling. We grab our drinks and head for a booth where we can check out the talent and pick a pussy for the night.
"Damn look at the ass on that" Ice says pointing over to the pool table. I look over and see long smooth legs then a short leather skirt, just short enough to flash the edge of red lace panties on a firm ass. She stands up and her long blonde hair hangs down her back as she twirls one of her curls and giggles, fuck. She turns around and it's her, the girl from the clinic, wearing the tiniest leather skirt and a black lace top, see through, so you can see the red lace bra underneath and I see the bandage Cordelia put on her stomach this morning.
"I wouldn't mind being buried in that." Ice says with a groan. She looks straight to me and winks before going back to playing pool.
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MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)
ChickLitKnuckles is fed up of the couples scene at the clubhouse and wants to get out and party, but then he meets a girl who changes everything. Does he risk betraying his club, his family for a girl he barely knows or will he do what ever it takes to prot...
