Taming The Biker

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Taylor

JUST AS I expected, Tank agreed to let us use Griffin’s to host the bachelor party. He even shut it down from the general public for the occasion. Carter, who ended up getting along great with the guys from the club, survived and even managed to decline a free blow job offered by one of the strippers.

“Damn, it must be love,” I laughed, as the girl backed away and began dancing again. We were sitting next to the stage and there were two girls working the poles, while a half dozen more were doing lap dances.

“Why do you think I’m marrying her?” he asked, lighting a cigar. “I mean, you know I’ve never been serious about anyone else. This girl, though, she’s different.”

So he’d said. Many times throughout the night. It made me wonder who he was really trying to convince. “She is, huh? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

He chuckled and then lowered his voice. “See, the truth is, the thought of losing her terrifies me.”

I couldn’t imagine feeling that way about any woman. Amber had hurt me, but I’d gotten over the b***h, and as far as I was concerned, her cheating had only made me stronger. “Now I’m intrigued. I can’t wait to meet her,” I said, as Layla, one of the other strippers, began moving toward us on the stage.

“Hey, Tail,” she said, smiling down at me from the stage. “How’s it hanging?”

My eyes drifted over her perky t**s, down to her round, little a*s. I’d had her before and she was a crazy-woman in bed. “Looking at you? It’s hanging all the way across the room. You and a friend could play jump-rope with the woody that I have right now, sweetheart.”

Carter snorted.

Her eyes moved down to my crotch. “Sounds dangerous. We should take care of that, so nobody trips over it.”

I smiled. “We definitely don’t want to send anyone to the E.R. tonight.”

Giggling, she hopped off the stage and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go into the back,” Layla said, pulling me out of the chair. She glanced at Carter. “Hey, honey. Did you want to join us?”

“No. I think I’ll sit this one out. But, thanks for the offer,” he said, smiling.

“No problem. Hey, Jenna!” she called, to another stripper who was getting off of Hoss’s lap. She nodded at me and then pointed toward the back room.

Jenna smiled and nodded.

“Both of you?” I asked. “Is this going to cost me?”

“This is a freebie, love. Both of us have wanted to get you alone for a threesome for quite some time now.”

My d**k sprang to life. “Really?”

“Yes. Mm... let’s go, big guy,” she replied, running her hand over my zipper.

“I’ll be back,” I told Carter as she dragged me away. “Probably in less than thirty seconds.”

He laughed.

For the next twenty minutes, Layla and Jenna reminded me of why it was good to be single and why two mouths were better than one. When we finally walked out of the back room, Carter was still smoking his cigar.

“How’d that go?” he asked as I sat down next to him.

“I’m just lucky that I made it out of there alive.” I stuck my right index finger near his nose. “By the way, that was Jenna.”

Laughing, he pushed my hand away.

“Wait. I’m not done.” I shoved my left finger near his nostril. “That’s Layla.”

“f**k you,” he said, pushing my hand away again. “Two chicks at once. Only you.”

Smiling, I squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go and wash my hands.”

He sighed. “Great. Now my shirt smells like Layla’s pussy.”

“No, that was Jenna’s,” I answered, laughing wickedly.

He pretended to kick me as I stood up. “Get the f**k out of here. Good thing I’m not going home tonight.”

“Good thing my balls are intact and I’m not ever afraid to go home.

He flipped me off.

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