Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,14

woman was a shark. She’d been stripping for fifteen years and still had the same energetic, flexible, and tight body she’d had at eighteen. Having been married three times and engaged two more, as far as Thunder knew, the girl could play men like no other. She reeled ’em in, chewed ’em up, and spit them back out, never to be the same again.

Poor Tex had no idea what he was in for.

Kristy slid into the empty seat at their round table. After crossing her mile-long legs, she turned her attention to Tex. “I didn’t realize you were bringing a toy, Thunder,” she crooned. “You want to play with us, Tex?”

His eyes bugged, and Thunder nearly laughed. If he’d been a woman, he had no doubt Tex would be all over a threesome, but the kid seemed like he might hurl at the idea of getting naked with his fellow prospect.

“Simmer down there, tiger,” Thunder said, drawing Kristy’s attention. “This isn’t that kind of visit.”

She pouted. “Oh, that’s too bad. We always had so much fun together.”

They’d been together once, about five years ago. A woman who came to every single show he headlined asked to fuck him and another woman for her birthday. She’d paid serious coin for the experience. Thunder had barely touched Kristy and certainly hadn’t fucked her since they’d focused the attention on their client. So technically, they hadn’t been together at all.

Instead of rolling his eyes as he wanted, he winked. “You know it, baby.”

Tex sat there gaping like he’d never seen someone with a set of tits before. The twenty-one-year-old cracked him up. Copper had wanted him to tag along with Thunder. He’d been accompanying different members on tasks recently to get more exposure and insight into the club’s inner workings.

“So, if we’re not here to test out my dick sucking technique, why’re we here?” Kristy blinked those long, mahogany lashes as though she had an innocent cell in her body.

“Heard through the grapevine, you’ve been dancing at the Chrome Disciples parties the past few weekends.”

Kristy pursed her full lips as she leaned back in her chair. “So, this really isn’t a fun visit.”

Thunder raised an eyebrow, which had her rolling her eyes and folding her arms under her double F tits in a move as practiced as her dance routines. No surprise, Tex’s eyes drifted straight to those babies. Thunder was tempted to grab a napkin and wipe the guy’s chin. Instead, he focused his gaze on Kristy’s face.

She smirked, knowing she’d lost that round. “You always were a tough nut to crack, Thunder. Coulda had so much fun with so many girls over the years. Makes me sometimes wonder what’s going on down there.” As she spoke, she leaned over and cupped his dick.

Tex let out a strangled sound.

“Huh,” she said with a frown. “Not much.”

“Just cuz my dick doesn’t want you, doesn’t mean it’s broken,” he said. “Now, remove your fucking hand and tell me what I want to know.”

As Kristy sat back in her chair with a huff, the back of Thunder’s neck began to tingle. The sensation grew until he had no choice but to glance over his shoulder toward the line of patrons waiting for their beverage. Sure enough, Makenna stood there, gawking at him with a disgusted frown like he was some kind of deviant.

No doubt, she saw Kristy’s hand groping his dick.

Fucking Kristy.

When her gaze met his, she startled and turned to face the counter. Damn, the girl looked so fucking adorable in simple black leggings, beat to hell converse sneakers, an oversized sweatshirt, and her shoulder-length hair in a messy pile on top of her head. Shorter strands hung free, giving her this tousled yet sexy casual appearance. Though he only had a quick peek, he was pretty sure that face of hers was completely makeup free. The girl couldn’t be farther on the spectrum from Kristy if she tried.

Sure, she’d probably be described as plain by most people he knew, but Thunder wasn’t most people. The men and women he’d worked with for years were considered some of the most attractive due to their perfectly toned bodies, flawlessly made-up faces, skimpy outfits, and easy sexuality. To him, Makenna was refreshing and gorgeous in her natural state.

“So, you wanna ask me questions, or you just gonna stare at my neighbor all day?” Kristy asked.

“Huh?” His head snapped back around. “Makenna’s your neighbor?”

Kristy’s lips curled in a devilish grin. “She is. And let me tell you,