Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,55
was who I am, and I wouldn’t change me for anything, particularly for a member of the male sex, or one of the female persuasion. I definitely don’t swing that way.
The problem being, or benefit as I saw it, was that I had a strong personality. You took me as I was or not at all. I was never interested in dressing up. I played football, darts and was a black belt in martial arts. I didn’t need a man to be my protector, neither did I want a weak man I had to look after.
Not having a relationship might have been my choice, but neither was I the type to interest the boys. They’d tended to steer clear of me.
Sex? Well, yes, of course I have needs like everyone else, but I don’t need a ring on my finger or any type of promise to get my needs met. If there’s a man I find sexually attractive, I go after what I want. We scratch our mutual itches, then part ways. Variety is the spice of life, I always tell myself. There have been times when my chosen bed partner hasn’t seen it in quite the same way, and I’ve had to discourage repeat performances. Extricating myself from something when I’ve no desire for anything more than a one-night hookup has made me overly cautious about who I choose to scratch my itch.
One idea I’ve never entertained is jumping into bed with any team member, knowing it would complicate matters going forward. Soldiers or MC members have a protective streak a mile wide. Something they can’t seem to turn off and being with them sexually would signal a weakness I otherwise try to ignore. I’m a woman, and while I’m their equal in all other ways, there’s one thing I’m missing—I don’t have a cock.
That I find Road someone I’d fuck were he anyone other than my assigned partner is inconvenient to put it mildly. While I tell myself I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, I find my eyes wandering his way, noticing things that I’d normally use to select someone to take to my bed for the night.
His hair. I’ve always had a weakness for hair long enough to wrap my hand around while a man’s going down on me. Something to use to direct him to the exact right spot. Soldiers have short hair, nothing to hold on to there, so he would be completely different. His eyes, hmm, so expressive. His large hands are matched by the bulge in his jeans which offers so much promise. His muscles, thick, he’s not going to break when I ride him. And his tats, he’s not fully covered, but just enough to be interesting. His ass? Well, I might have caught myself checking him out a little too often. Luckily no one appears to have noticed.
He’s tall, standing taller than myself. I’m probably four inches shorter. At five foot ten, I’m a good size for a girl.
I know what manwhores they are in MCs and expect Road’s no different. Perhaps he too would be happy with just one night so I could use him to get rid of this inconvenient attraction?
Perhaps if Road fails to make the grade as a member, Prez would think about bringing him on board as a male sweet butt?
The thought makes me snort. I try to cover it up with a cough, but am not totally successful.
“Why are you grinning?”
“What?” Fuck it. I also blush. I can feel my cheeks burning. “Well, if I was, I was thinking about rescuing that girl and getting her back to her parents.” I’m proud at how quickly I come up with that.
But Road, fuck him, oh yes, I’d love to, is smirking the bastard. He can’t read minds, can he?
It seems he can’t. “We’ll have to pretend to be all lovey-dovey again. I mean, you’ll have to show you like me by cuddling up, else our line about you being so grateful won’t stack up.”
Piston’s just been dispatched to buy a suitable gift for us to deliver, so we’ve got a few moments to kill. I just wish we could get going. Sitting around waiting, though the bane of a soldier’s life, isn’t something I relish. Especially now as my brain seems stuck in only one gear.
“What’s your first name?” Road asks, tightening the binding he’s just applied to keep his knee in place. He adds, perfectly reasonably, “It would look odd if I call you