Page 92 of Dirty Salvation

He strode off to see what bullshit his father would spew today. Nothing Rider wanted to hear that he was sure of.

Expecting to see Zara sat at the bar when he re-entered the clubhouse, maybe having a Dutch courage drink, he frowned not seeing her at all. "Zara?" he asked Jed. His uncle pointed the hand he was polishing a glass with through into the common room.

"Through there, son, having fun from the sounds of it."

Raucous fun was what he heard, too. Curiosity drew him forward, not to mentionwherethe fuck was Icy, he told her to sit at the bar for him, had she forgotten all about their sex date?

Fucking blow to his ego.At least sit pining me for, baby.

Loud yells, curses, and cheers greeted Rider. A few steps and he could see why. His boys were huddled around a coffee table in front of the tv set up, clutching beers, a pile of money in the middle of the table, they were betting on something. From what he could see through the mob of brothers, Zara was up against Pretty-boy right at the front, both standing, holding a game console each tossing fighting words between them.

"Damn. Z-girl's gonna hand the kid his balls!" one said.

"I should have put a Benji on her." Another followed.

"Itty bitty girl is about to bury you, Pretty." Laughter rang loud.

But Rider's eyes were all about Zara. She was laughing, more animated than he'd ever seen her. Light danced in her eyes as she went on to wipe the floor with Pretty at Mortal Kombat.

All of his men shouted as oneFinish him.

The crowd cheered and right as she caught his eyes she was in the process of a bow, basking in the praise. His mouth upturned, as did his brow, arms folded against his chest.

She blushed gazing at him, giving him that shy smile, fingers tucking hair behind her ear.

"I want a rematch. Fuck. I went easy on you Z-girl!"

"The skills never leave you. Gamer 2010 thank you very much. If you want to lose more, how much am I up now, please, Texas?" He told her. The figure made her grin. The scene shot to Rider's cock. Fuck, she wasbeautiful.

His scared little sunshine was having fun.

Instead of sitting anticipating for him to fuck her.

Jesus.

And she was a gamer hustler. Who knew.

"Zara..." his voice reached through the noise, heads turned to see him stood in the middle of the common room. Eyes bounced between them, but he was all about her and the blush creeping up her face.

Beautiful.

"Oh. Hey, Rider! Tiny invited me to play while I waited for you."

"She slaughteredhimin under a minute and then made Pretty here her bitch." chimed Snaked with a laugh, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"And Pretty-boy said he could beat me easily. Now I have three hundred and forty-two dollars."

"Rematch!" the loser in question scowling declared. And fuck Rider if she didn't get right back to playing a fresh game.

Twenty fuckinglongminutes he waited before impatience set into his bones.

As it was his cock threatened to break.

He'd stood back, drink in one hand, his greedy eyes all over her as she jumped about, joined in with the friendly banter as she again beat the fuck out of Pretty-boy, taking more of his money, the boy was a glutton for punishment, unable to understand his Zara was hustling the fuck out of him, obviously, she was an expert at the fighting game, but Pretty wasn't having any of it, insisting he'd get her this go.

Five games later Rider called her name, she'd played him a merry flirting dance, glancing over now and then from under her long lashes, a smile tickling her mouth, that teasing glint in her eye as she swayed her hips, tight jeans encasing her ass, she knew he was checking her out and she was liking it.His bad girl.But enough was enough, if he didn't get inside her he might embarrass the whole club and jack off right there.

"Time to go, Icy." his voice rumbled and she pouted. A fuckingpout.