Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) Read Online Free PDF Page B

stocking.”
    “It’s yours for helping me out. It’s a good thing you got it ‘cause that’s my number one seller.”
    A gush of hot air breathed over Throttle before he smelled the aroma of pastrami. Placing the last skull ornament on the shelf, he walked over to the mini fridge under the counter and took out a beer. “Want one?” he asked Hawk.
    “Yeah. Toss me a Coors.”
    The two bikers spread out their sandwiches on the counter and munched away, talking about Harleys. As Throttle swallowed his last bite, a sultry, dark scent of rose-patchouli curled around him, and he imagined the wearer was a sexy, stacked brunette with lacquer-red lips. His dick twitched as the aroma wrapped tighter around him. He turned in its direction, his pulse racing from the anticipation of seeing the lovely creature who was inadvertently enticing him. His panty-melting smile dissolved into a scowl when Kimber came into view.
    “You’re back,” she stated.
    His eyes narrowed as she passed by him, a large tote bag slung over her shoulders. “Hiya, Hawk. Sorry I’m late. My class ran over.”
    “That’s cool. How much longer you got on Banger’s bike?”
    “It’ll be done in an hour.” She jerked her head at Throttle. “Is he taking it to Banger?”
    Hawk glanced at Throttle, who turned his back on both him and Kimber, busying himself with crinkling the wax paper the sandwiches came in.
    “Guess not,” Hawk said with a chuckle. “I’ll call Banger and let him know.”
    “Sounds good. I’ll just change and get on it right away.” Kimber went behind the counter, her body brushing against Throttle. “Sorry,” she quipped as she bent down and took out a bottled water and a Sprite.
    Throttle grunted while casting sidelong glances at her. When she stood back up, her body pushed lightly against him, and he cursed as his jeans tightened. He had no idea why in the hell his dick was acting like that with her . With a quick turn of his head, her gaze caught his, and he sucked in his breath; he’d never seen such beautiful eyes before. They were blue like the sky right before the sun disappeared—a dark rich indigo with specks of dark blue and white shimmering in the main part of the iris. They were fringed by very long soot-black lashes, and arched over by exquisitely tweezed dark eyebrows. She shot him a half-smile and walked away, her firm ass encased in tight-as-hell jeans. The metal door clanged shut behind her.
    He stared for a long moment at the closed door, pissed that his dick wanted some action with this female mechanic. Damn, he should’ve joined Rock the previous night with the two horny chicks; then his cock wouldn’t spring up at the mere sight of a woman.
    Shaking his head, he came out from behind the counter. “If you don’t need any more help, I’m gonna take off.” He had to get out of the shop; he hated the urge he had to seek her out.
    “I’m good. Thanks for your help, dude. You working later?”
    “Not today. I’m gonna find Rosie and have her wrap her full lips around my cock. After that, it’s a cold beer and a few joints.”
    “Sounds fun.” Hawk smiled.
    “Fuckin’ right. You gonna come by the club for a beer and a game of pool?”
    “Yeah. If Banger wants me to ride his bike over, I’ll be by in a couple hours.”
    “Cool. I can give you a lift back in my truck.”
    “Or I can call Cara.”
    “No reason for that. I can bring you back to the shop. You planning on coming back before closing?”
    Hawk threw him a quizzical look. “Probably. Why?”
    “Just wanted to know so I can plan my evening. I’m going by Jerry’s later and didn’t want to make two trips.” From the way Hawk lifted his eyebrows, Throttle knew he wasn’t buying that shit. He knew the biker wanted to come back to the shop to grab another glimpse of the black-haired woman.
    Fuck. I’m never gonna pass on screwing two willing chicks again—it makes me want to do crazy shit with a woman I can’t stand. I gotta