Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,87
cowboy with a big bull how to ride, but if he’s got a small you know what...well, I just can’t. The answer is no. I like big dicks, and I cannot lie. You know the song, ladies.”
Netty sat up as the song in question began playing, a smile forming on her face. She and Traci both went to opposite ends of the long wooden bar, climbing up the stairs that had been cleverly designed by Traci and built by one of her old boyfriends. They each grabbed a microphone one of the ladies behind the bar gave them, even though she stumbled a bit while Traci was all smooth and sober. Netty was pretty sure she was too drunk to maneuver so far off the ground, not to mention she was in a skirt that was too short, and any man seated on a barstool would get an eyeful of her cute panties. However, she’d had just enough to drink, and her give a damn had done gone and went.
She’d just started on the chorus when a familiar figure walked in. Shep Calhoun, the dirty, rotten, cheating bastard. Netty ignored him and shuffled across the polished surface, dancing and singing, pretending like he didn’t matter. He really didn’t and never had. It was more the fact he’d cheated and tried to make it her fault that pissed her off.
Traci began bumping hips with her, mixing the words up with liking big cocks instead of butts, which really had her laughing more than singing. She heard her name being hollered in that all too familiar country drawl that was too classy to be good ole boy. Fucking Shep the prick.
Pretending she didn’t hear him, Netty turned her back to the room. The mirrored wall gave her a perfect view, defeating the purpose. Just when the song was about to end, the door opened, and a man walked in with three other men. Her mouth dried as she made eye contact with the first who entered. Good god, she didn’t think she’d ever seen a man as handsome as the ones she’d met at her cousin Jaqui’s wedding, even though she thought Shep was close, this man was right up there with them. Actually, that man who was staring right back at her was not only heads and shoulders above all the men in the room, he was heads and shoulders...wait, that doesn’t sound right, but whatever, he was way better looking than any man she’d ever laid eyes on. And holy lord, did she want to lay something on him, like her hands and her tongue.
She watched his eyes narrow, then felt herself being pulled down. Fear had a scream ripping from her throat. Traci’s yell was drowned out by the sound of her own heart beating double time, and then she was falling over Shep’s shoulder.
“Put me down, you limp-dick fucker.” She hit his back, looking around for someone to help her. Everyone there was scared of crossing the Calhoun’s, the rich fuckers who thought they owned everyone in the entire damn state. They didn’t own her, and Shep needed to learn that really quick. Besides he was a terrible lay with a limp-dick for real.
“Shut the hell up. I’m getting you out of here before you make any more of an ass out of yourself,” Shep growled.
She wiggled, hitting him harder. “You are taking me nowhere. I’ll call the cops. Put me down now. Traci, help me.”
Traci came around the bar with a shotgun in her hand. “Put her down now, Shep, or I swear to my mama, I’ll pepper your ass.”
The sound of her best friend cocking her gun had her trying to get down, but the jackhole holding her only tightened his grip. “You better think really hard, darlin’. You don’t want to make an enemy of me and my daddy.”
“I don’t think the little thing wants to go with you. How ‘bout you put her down, and I’ll buy you a drink.”
Netty’s body froze at the deep southern drawl. She twisted and tried to see who spoke, but then Shep hit her so hard on her ass, it brought tears to her eyes, making her cry out.
“Damn, I guess we do this the hard way.”
“FUCKING-A, ROQ. WE’RE here not even a minute and already you starting something.”
“I’ll buy you a beer after we teach these boys how to treat a woman, Axl.” Roq cracked his knuckles.