Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(4)

By: Chiah Wilder

He wished he could remember their names, but all he’d been really interested in was the blonde’s rack and the redhead’s ass when they had made conversation at Rusty’s. He’d known from the moment their eyes had landed on his that they’d wanted to fuck him, and he was more than willing to give the women a treat.

Women flocked to Throttle, and regardless that he was known as a cold-hearted bastard, they still wanted to spend time with him even if it was for only a quick screw. At six feet, with long dark brown hair, eyes as black as coal, a perpetual five o’clock shadow, and a sculpted physique, women usually drooled over him. The fact that he was a player and could be a cocky jerk didn’t deter them. With a defined jaw, straight nose, a lopsided grin that melted a woman’s panties, and colorful tats curling around ripped arms and shoulders, Throttle had no shortage of women. In all his thirty-five years, he’d never met a woman he couldn’t bed. And it suited him perfectly, because he wasn’t about to chase any chick. Hell, they chased him. If a woman started that princess bullshit, well, he was on to the next one without even a backward glance. That was the lifestyle he loved—easy pussy, and the more the merrier.

Just when he spread the redhead’s ass cheeks, positioning his hardness to enter her puckered hole, someone banged loudly on his door. He let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m busy here. Come back.” He pushed onward.

“Open up. Banger’s got something he needs you to do,” Rock’s baritone voice cut through the door.

“Can’t it wait for fifteen minutes or so? I got something I’m doing here.”

“Make him go away,” the blonde pouted as she kneeled behind him and played with his balls.

“I’m fuckin’ tryin’, sweetheart.”

“So, you want me to tell Banger to wait?”

That one question proved to be the perfect cock-blocker. “Shit.” He pushed back with his feet and stood, scooping up his jeans from the floor. “Sorry, ladies. My president is calling.”

The two women, flushed with arousal, looked confused. “You’re going? Now?” the redhead asked as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.

Sighing, a deep sense of regret coursing through him, he nodded. “Yep, and you both gotta get your asses outta here. Like now.”

“Don’t you want us to wait until you get back?” the blonde asked as she squeezed her tits.

He groaned. “I don’t know what I have to do. I don’t like people in my room when I’m not here.”

“We’re not just any people. Right? Can’t you bend your rules?”

“Baby, you two are some hot chicks, but there’s plenty of hot pussy around here. Now get going. Dress fast. I gotta go.”

The women cursed under their breaths but put on their clothes while throwing Throttle dirty looks. “You said we could party with the brothers tonight.”

“That’s the way it goes. Go back to Rusty’s. You won’t have any problems finding another biker who’s horny. Leave your numbers. I’ll call you when we have a big party. Sound good?” He walked over and squeezed the blonde’s tits and the redhead’s ass. The women laughed, then wrote out their numbers and walked out with him.

Rock smiled broadly at Throttle, his hungry gaze checking out the two women. “Sorry to have disturbed you, but you know how it is when the president wants something.”

“No worries. Hey, these two chicks still wanna party. You doing anything?”

Rock’s black eyes lit up as he shook his head. Throttle leaned in. “The redhead has lips for sucking and an ass made for fucking, and the blonde’s pussy is tight and her tits are damn big.” He winked.

“What’re you two guys whispering about?” the redhead asked, batting her eyelashes.

“My brother here, Rock, is the Sergeant-At-Arms of the club, and he was telling me how hot he thinks you two are.”

“Are you telling us the truth? You’re really the muscle of the club?”


Throttle shook his head, marveling at the way the biker groupies acted like the officers of an outlaw MC were like gods or something. “He loves pleasing women. You think you can take care of my brother while I’m away? If you’re still here when I get back, we can have a foursome. Would you like that?”

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