Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) (6 page)

Walking out into the heat of the day, she pushed up the kickstand and swung her leg over her bike. After she’d sold her dad’s shop, her first purchase was a Harley Street Glide Special. She’d popped for the custom metallic pink body and loved the way it shimmered, its brightness bouncing off all the chrome. Her bike was her baby and her best purchase ever. Grasping the handlebars, she revved the engine and pulled away from the curb.

“Y
ou wanna grab
a beer?” Rags asked as he loaded one of the lawnmowers in the back of the truck.

“Love to, but I got a date in a few so I gotta get back and clean up,” Throttle replied.

“A date? Who’s the victim?”

Throttle chuckled as he pulled the chain through the wheels of the lawn equipment. “The new waitress at Ruthie’s.”

“The blonde with the big tits?”

“Yep, and I got all kinds of shit planned for those big tits.” He pulled out a bottled water from the cooler and guzzled it. “She’s been eye-fucking me for a while.” He threw a water to Rags.

Catching it, he unscrewed the top. “What took you so long to hook up with her?”

“Wanted her to appreciate me more when I banged her.”

Downing his cold water in one long gulp, Rags crushed the plastic bottle and threw it in the bed of the truck. “You lucky bastard. I’ve had my eye on her for a while, but she wouldn’t give me the time of day. What’re your plans?”

“Have some chow at Ruthie’s—Big Tits loves to wait on me—then take her to Arrow Lake and fuck her like she’s never been fucked.”

“Aren’t you worried ‘bout her wanting more than tonight, or have you decided on taking seconds?”

“Hell no. With the citizen chicks, I’m always upfront with ‘em. I tell them how it is with me. If they don’t like it, they don’t have to hook up with me. If I do seconds with the citizens, they always read way more into it. Not up for that shit. From the start, I tell the women it’s a one-night stand only. I was honest with Big Tits.”

“Sounds good, but it doesn’t always work. Remember Tina? Fuck, how many times did she call and text you a day?”

Throttle pulled out another bottle of water. “Tina was a fuckin’ psycho. She practically had us married. She’d call me all the time and text me nonstop, but I never responded. Not once. After a couple weeks, she caught on.” He laughed and took his truck keys out of his pocket. “I sometimes bump into her at the liquor store and she always gives me the death stare. Fuck, you’d think she would’ve moved on by now.”

“You better hope this one tonight is okay with your ‘fuck ‘em and forget ‘em’ rule.”

Throttle shrugged then opened the pickup’s door. “Well, I gotta get going. I wanna stop by and pick up some vodka coolers.” He laughed when he saw Rags grimace. “Yeah, she likes that shit. Hell, I’d buy her flavored whiskey if it got my dick between her tits.”

Rags cuffed him on the shoulder. “Have a good time. You can let me know if buying the horse piss for the chick was worth it or not.”

“With the way she sways those hips, I’d say it’s gonna be worth it. See ya.”

Rags nodded then jumped on his Harley and rode away before Throttle settled in the driver’s seat. He switched on the ignition, and as he threw the truck in gear, his phone buzzed.

“Hello?”

“Hiya, sexy. You still comin’ to the diner after my shift?”

“Hey. Yeah, I’m comin’. I’ll be by for dinner.”

“I thought we had a date,” Big Tits whined.

“We do, but I gotta eat. After dinner, we’ll go for a ride and have a few drinks. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Blueberry.” He heard her clucking her tongue. “So you’re gonna take me for a ride on your Harley?” Excitement laced her voice.

“Nope. I’m bringing my truck.” There was no way the waitress was getting her ass anywhere near his bike. Throttle never let chicks on the back of his bike. And if he ever did, it sure in hell wouldn’t be a citizen who didn’t know the difference between a Harley and a rice burner. No fucking way.

“Your pickup?” Her voice dripped with disappointment.

“Yeah.” He actually felt bad for being such a bastard. “The Harley’s in the shop,” he lied.

“Oh,” she said, her voice perking up. “I’ll take a raincheck on that ride, then. When you get it back, let me know.”

There isn’t gonna be a next time. This is strictly a one-time deal.
“Sounds good.”

“So, what time you comin’ by?”

“Around seven thirty.”

“I’ll plan my break about that time. I get off at nine o’clock.”

“I better get going.

“Okay. I can’t wait for when you come. This is gonna be fun.”

Fuckin’ right it is. I can’t wait to bury my dick between your tits.
“See you.”

He tossed his phone on the passenger seat, cranked up the radio, and headed to the liquor store.

*     *     *

Big Tits was
at his side the minute he entered Ruthie’s Diner. Her white uniform with the pink piping stretched across her ample breasts. She smiled widely at him and leaned in, saying in a low voice, “You look real good.” She ran her long fingernail up his arm.

Damn, she’s fuckin’ ready. Those nails are gonna feel real good scratching my back while I fuck her hard.
“You look good too,” he replied, his eyes fixed on her chest.

She inhaled deeply and arched her back a bit, thrusting her breasts closer to him. “Thanks,” she breathed.

“Smells good in here.” He moved away from her and walked to a booth by the window.

“Meatloaf’s the special tonight. It’s really good. You want that, handsome?”

He nodded as he scoured the menu. “Bring me a salad to start—ranch dressing. You gonna join me?” He looked up and his gaze fell on her nametag—Peggy.
That’s right. Her name’s Peggy.

“I can join you in twenty minutes. Crystal called off for swing shift.” She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “She’s always pulling that shit.”

“Fuckin’ sucks, Peggy. Bring me some water with a ton of ice.” Handing her two brown glass bottles, he said, “Put these in the fridge for me and bring them out when my dinner comes.”

The waitress’s eyes widened as she looked sideways to the kitchen. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that. If Ruthie catches me, I’m toast, and I need this job. You know the place doesn’t have a liquor license.”

“Then you better make sure Ruthie doesn’t catch you.” He leaned back, his head cocked to the side. “Be a good girl and do what I said.”

She shifted her weight from one foot to another, and then her eyes lit up. “I know. I’ll put them in one of my grocery bags. Ruthie won’t suspect anything.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t give a damn how you do it, just fuckin’ do it.” He placed the two bottles in her hands. She smiled and then sashayed to the kitchen.

Throttle looked out the window, watching the cars pass by. The heat shimmered off the asphalt, and the leaves on the trees remained motionless; the heat from the day had melted into the dusk. A cherry-red Dodge pickup caught his attention as it turned into the diner’s parking lot and secured a space in front. A man in a black cowboy hat jumped down before he rushed over to the passenger door and opened it. Throttle whistled under his breath as he saw a pair of tanned, shapely legs. The truck door and the cowboy blocked the woman’s face, but if the rest of the chick matched her legs, he’d have to figure out a way to get to know her. He could easily see those gams around his waist.

“Here you go.” Peggy placed his dinner salad and cup of dressing on the table, diverting his attention back to her. “Did you work hard today?”

Shaking black pepper on his salad, he nodded. “It was fuckin’ hot out there today. Hell, it still is and the sun’s getting ready to set.”

“I heard it was ninety-eight.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised.”

She licked her lips and leaned her thigh against the table. “Do the people you do work for ever invite you in to cool off?”

He glanced at her then threw her a half-smile. “Sometimes. Why?”

“I heard that you and your partner get a lot of housewives hitting on you. That’s all.” She shrugged. “Is that true?”

He mixed the dressing in his salad and took a big bite. “Us, the postman, the milkman, and probably the pizza guy. All the fuckin’ stereotypes, you know?” He winked.

The truth was many of the women would invite them in for a cold drink and make a play for them. If the women were attractive and they weren’t too busy, they’d accommodate her, but they worked as a team. None of the women complained, and even though they didn’t hook up with most of their female customers, the word leaked out that the two buff men sometimes gave a free bonus. He and Rags would always laugh when they’d arrive at a job during the day and find the husband home sick for the day. Damn, if they didn’t know better, the two bikers would’ve thought that Pinewood Springs was one of the unhealthiest towns in Colorado.

“Are you being funny, or are the rumors true?”

“Hire us. Then you’ll find out for sure.” He lifted his eyebrows.

At first she just stared at him, but then a wide grin spread across her face as she swatted his arm. “Oh, you. You’re such a kidder.” A hot rush of heat fell over his back as the diner’s door opened. She pushed away from the table. “I gotta get this.” She walked away, and he heard her say, “Can I help you?”

A male voice said, “A booth for two.”

Throttle finished his salad as the couple ambled past him. He recognized the woman’s sexy legs as the ones coming out of the cherry-red pickup. Shifting his glance upward, he took in her firm, high ass, and her glossy black hair with neon pink tips—
What the fuck?
He sat up straighter.
It can’t be. Those legs and that ass can’t belong to
her
. Wait. She did have a cute ass in her fuckin’ coveralls.

When the sexy-legged woman swung around and sat in the booth facing him, there was no mistaking her striking blue eyes—the ones that did weird shit to him, like making his dick twitch and his stomach tighten.
Fuck. It
is
her. What the hell is Kimber doing with a goddamned cowboy?
He grunted and watched as Peggy wrote on her pad, taking the couple’s order. When she finished, Throttle motioned her over.

“You want some more salad, honey?”

“No. Bring me one of the beers.” He jerked his head to the couple. “What’s up with them?”

Peggy glanced over her shoulder, confusion etched on her face. “Them? I don’t know ‘em. They’re just customers.”

“Are they holding hands?” he blurted out.
Why the fuck am I asking
that
? What the hell’s the matter with me?

“No. Why?”

Pissed at himself for asking such a wimpy-ass question, he clenched his jaw. “Get my beer.” Looking away, he dismissed her.

“Okay.” She shuffled to the kitchen.

Throttle pretended to be engrossed in the dessert menu, but his ears were pricked on Kimber and the cowboy’s conversation. From the bits he could hear, he gathered they were on their first date. He watched her as she spoke, fascinated with the way her pink tongue skimmed over her front teeth before disappearing in her mouth. With the way her ebony hair framed her face, her flawless skin looked almost like porcelain. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed that before. Her smoky makeup made her eyes more intense, and the gloss on her lips made them fuller and oh-so-tempting. For a split second, Throttle had the urge to go over to her table, yank her to him, and then suck and nip on her bottom lip before driving his tongue into her mouth.

What the fuck am I thinking? Damn, I need to get laid like now. Maybe I can take Big Tits out back for a quickie. I gotta get rid of this crazy fire.
Then her blue orbs locked on his dark ones. For a breathless second, they pulled each other in; it was like lightning tearing through his body. And from the surprise, then panic, reflected in her eyes, he knew she felt it too. Breaking contact, she looked down, but the intensity was still there, crackling in the air between them.

Cowboy turned around and ran his gaze over Throttle’s taut face.
So he noticed something sparked within her. What in the hell was
that
?
He’d never felt such a sensation like that with any woman. Hell, he hadn’t
felt
anything but lust with a woman for a very long time.

“Your beer.” Peggy giggled as she placed a large plastic glass full of beer in front of him. “We going to Arrow Lake later?” She brushed the top of his hand with her fingers.

Forcing himself not to look at Kimber again, he grabbed his beer and chugged it. He wiped his mouth with his hand. “Maybe.”

“I heard you like taking women there.”

“You hear a lot of shit ‘bout me, don’t you?”

She smiled. “You’re a popular guy. So if we go there, are we gonna skinny dip?”

He knew Kimber was watching him; he could feel her pull. “Not into swimming.”

Peggy chuckled and squeezed his arm. “It doesn’t matter. I got a feeling I’m gonna be real wet anyway. You get my meaning?” She ran her fingers through his thick hair.

Damn, the black-haired vixen is doin’ a fuckin’ number on me. And what the fuck is Big Tits jabbering about?
Looking at Peggy, he nodded absentmindedly. Cowboy swiveled around and waved her over.