Read Online A Rebel Love (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 7) by Glenna Maynard - Free Book Online

mouthful of gnats.
    When we get to the Roadhouse, Tread is blown away and horny. Imagine that.  I am catching a buzz from the smoke rolling from his clothes. “Hey you…you alright?” I ask unsure of his mood. I’ve seen him blazing wild many times but you never know with him which way his behavior will lean. Tread can be quite demanding, mean, and bossy when he wants to be.
    “A-Okay. Why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly.” He tries to give me a thumbs up three times before giving up and laughing until his bloodshot eyes water.
    “I think we should put this one to bed,” I tell Truth.
    Before he can say anything, Tread is on me, hands fumbling. He is grabby and challenging. Truth tries to step in but it is clear Tread isn’t having it. “Come on Peaches… give me what I’ve been sitting here waiting on. Fast and loud darlin’.” He yelps like a wolf, “Ow, ow awoohoo.” His dimples pop out with his howling.
    Truth shakes his head with a shrug. He scratches his beard. “Come on man, why don’t you go home and sleep it off.”
    “Don’t be a cock block.” Tread shoves Truth back sending him into a table and works on the button of my jeans.  “You’ve not put your mark on her. Just because you fuck her over everyone else around here don’t mean you own her,” he hollers over his shoulder.
    Shit ! I don’t want them to fight. I hold a hand out to Truth letting him know it’s fine. He doesn’t seem all too pleased with Tread’s assessment. His face is hard and his eyes cold. I know Truth cares about me, but we don’t have that kind of relationship.
    He’s never told me not to be with anyone else, even though I am the only girl he seems to take to bed.  I try to keep myself in check and remind myself often enough that Truth doesn’t love me. It doesn’t stop me from developing deeper feelings for him though.
    Tread on the other hand, that fucker is wild and loves a good time. He has a smorgasbord of pussy weekly. He’s like the Baskin Robbins taste tester, tasting thirty-one flavors of pussy.  He’s a good time and I know he is important to my man. My man , how I wish it were true.
    I glance around the bar; most of the other girls are occupied for the night. Guess that is why Tread’s so damn eager. He normally has his fun with Heather or Nona. Sometimes he even bangs that dirty cunt, Lulu.
    He yanks my jeans down and over my ankles and begins to snatch my lace thong. He gives up fighting with it and rips the thin material off from the side.  I fall back onto the couch in the corner and he tumbles down placing his head between my milky thighs. My fingers stroke his hair, petting him, trying to slow him down a little.
    Truth is standing by the edge of the couch watching intently. I know he enjoys the show too, even if he is putting on a front of being mad. There is no way he is jealous on my account.
    My free hand reaches up and undoes his zipper, not wanting to leave him out. This is all for him. Everything I do is for Truth.
    Tread wiggles his finger inside me, pumping in and out, making me hot. My eyes are trained on Truth as he watches Tread pleasure my treasure. I wonder if he wishes he could join us right now and take Tread from behind. The thought floods my pussy, drenching the couch.
    “I say we take this party upstairs,” Tread declares before blowing on my clit and rubbing his mouth against my wet pussy. Just as fast as he had my panties off, he’s pulled me from the couch and is leading me to the back stairs, with Truth following close behind carrying my discarded clothes.
    When we reach the room, I don’t waste any time finishing undressing and neither do they.  Truth tosses Tread a condom and they both are so ready for me.  Tread is laying across the bed in all his glory waiting for me. I slam down onto his hard length and take him fully. Truth pushes me down so that I am lying flat across Tread. He smears lube between my cheeks as he enters me from behind. He