Precarious

He’s not watching my legs, and I’m flexible enough that I launch my knee up, sending him forward just slightly as he loses his balance. He falls forward, his hands releasing mine and dropping either side of my head. I move quickly, wrapping my fingers around his big arms and finding those pressure points again. I pinch them hard and he barks a curse, trying to shake me off.

He pushes up so he’s on his hands and knees over me. His hands move quickly to pin down my shoulders, but my hands are in the perfect position to twist up and grab him by the cock. I do so, reaching up quickly and grabbing him so hard he howls. Holy shit, Maddox is something to grab hold of.

The bikers burst out laughing as I twist Maddox’s cock in my hand. “We have two choices here.” I grin. “You let me go and admit defeat, or you let me keep twisting your cock. It’s impressive, by the way.”

His jaw is tight, but there is something in his eyes that tells me he isn’t backing down. And he doesn’t. He moves his knee quickly, lifting it, causing a howl to escape his throat as the movement causing my grip on his cock to tighten, and then he brings it down over my girl parts.

“Motherfucker!” I bellow.

“I told you I’d kick you in the cunt for revenge. Now let me go,” he growls.

“Fuck you.”

He presses his knee harder, and because I’m tender from Krypt, I hiss in pain.

“Let me go,” he orders.

I twist him harder and he presses harder.

“One of us has to give in,” I bite out. “And it won’t be me.”

“I like my cock bein’ pulled, baby,” he spits. “So it won’t be me either.”

I really don’t want to hurt him in a bad way, even though I know I could. Our eyes are locked in a furious mental battle, neither of us wanting to give in. Realizing that the man isn’t about to be beaten by a girl in front of his club, I finally release him. I could make it hurt, but I’m a nice person. He grins down at me, moving his knee. He leans right down until our lips nearly touch.

“You fight good, but you’ll never beat me.”

“Eat me.”

He laughs and pushes off. He reaches his hand out and I take it, standing. The bikers cheer, and thrust drinks at me as I pass. I might not have beaten Maddox, but motherfucker . . .

I owned that fight.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I stumble down the hall. I’ve had far too much to drink. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I find the bathroom and step in, only to come across a biker balls-deep in a whore who’s bent over the sink. “Really?” I snap. “I need to pee.”

The biker turns, glaring at me. “Fuck off!”

I mutter something profane and turn, walking down to Krypt’s room. His room has the only other toilet in this house, and there’s no way I’m going to pee outside. I swing his bedroom door open and shove in, not stopping to consider that he might actually be in here with someone.

He is.

I skid to an abrupt halt as I see Krypt sitting back in his bed, arms up behind it, watching a whore dance and strip in front of him. His eyes swing to me lazily when I step in, and a slow smirk appears across his face. Oh, he thinks it’s funny, does he? I have no doubt that this is his way of bringing revenge down on me for earlier.

If I didn’t need to pee so badly, I would charge over and smack him in the face.

Instead, I step past the drunken, naked whore, and slip into the bathroom. My anger swells in my chest as I pee. I can either go out there and make a scene, or I can give him the same arrogance he’s giving me. I finish up, and by the time I’ve washed my hands, I know exactly what I need to do.

I step back out, shoulders back, a smirk of my own plastered across my face.

The whore is crawling on the bed towards him, her breasts swinging as she nears. He’s got no shirt on, and his hands remain behind his head as he watches her. Before she reaches him, I step beside the bed and glare at her. She jerks her head up at me, confused.

“Get out,” I say, my voice smooth yet demanding.

“I beg your pardon?” she slurs.

“I said . . . get out.”

She pouts and turns to Krypt. “Who is she?”

“Who I am is beside the point,” I say, leaning in and glaring at her. “It’s what I’ll do if you don’t get out now.”

She stares at me for a moment and then mutters, “You’re the fighting girl.”

“I am.” I smile. “Now scoot, or I’ll practice on your oversized boobs right there.”

She huffs and rolls off the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as she walks away. I turn to Krypt. He’s not said a word; instead he keeps his arrogant smirk as he watches me. I walk around to the end of the bed and take hold of my shirt.

“You want a whore, Krypt? I’ll give you exactly what you desire.”

His eyes grow lusty as I begin to move my hips from side to side, while I slowly unbutton my shirt. I throw it off before making light, yet sexy work of my pants, until I’m in nothing more than my bra and panties. Krypt stares at me, his expression giving me nothing.

I reach up, fingering my bra and running my hand over my breast lightly. “You want me to take this off?”

Krypt grins, but doesn’t answer me.

“Did you turn into a mute, Krypt?”

He places his hand on his muscled belly and tilts his head, studying me. I watch him sitting in that position, and my lip slides into my mouth. Imagining him with his cock out, stroking it, has wild ideas filling my mind. I remove my hand from my breast and in a sultry voice, I rasp, “Jerk yourself.”