Chapter 1
Two Wrongs Make a Right: Colorado Chapter Book 1
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Chapter 1
Asími-Violet
I felt the interview went well enough. I graduated a semester earlier than the rest of our high school senior class. I had no interest in senior festivities. I moved here early, hoping to take the phlebotomy course so I could work and go to uni all on my own. I needed a job, though desperately. It would also improve my studies by getting a job at a hospital. I wanted to move out as soon as possible and be on my own
I was walking back to my uncle’s house after my job interview at the café/bakery, forgetting the number one rule: when any girl walks alone, you should remember to always be alert, especially when in a skirt. Because they always use how you dress as an excuse. Both earbuds are in and on full blast while zoning out. I noticed too late the group of guys following me, catcalling, and throwing paper. I turned around and there were six of them. I pulled out one of my earbuds.
“Hey, Bitch why are you pretending you don’t hear us?”
“Come on, we just want to give you a ride.”
“On our big cocks, and you could give us head with those big cock sucking lips.”
They all laughed, the last two grabbing themselves.
“Fuck off dickheads not interested.”
“What the fuck did you call us?”
“You can come with us by choice, or we gonna drag ya’ ass by ya’ hair. Either way, you will be our new little fuck toy until we get bored.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you assholes. Go suck each other off we all know that’s what you really want. Some dick because you’re a bunch of weak ass bitches. Now be good little fuck holes and get on your knees for each other!”
Razor
I was leaning against the wall in front of my bike when I heard her heels before I saw her. Long legs leading up to thick thighs wrapped in a pencil skirt, I couldn’t look away as her hips swayed with every step. She had a somewhat slim waist, leading to a set of double DDs. Adjusting myself, I finally landed on her face. She had beautiful, full, plump pink lips, the bottom lip bigger, biteable, a sweet baby face, and almond-shaped amber-brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a ballerina bun. She didn’t seem to notice her fan club behind her. I was about to step in when they started throwing things at her. But the innocent, sweet face was a deception. What came out of her sweet little mouth was unexpected. I couldn’t help but laugh at the little firecracker. Oh, she was lethal, the body of a stripper, the face of an angel, and the mouth of a sailor. I was even harder than before. One of them tried to grab her arm, but she quickly sidestepped, and they started to surround her. Was I that high, or was she laughing? I started moving closer, not wanting to draw any attention.
“I suggest you, little boys, walk away while you still can.”
She was threatening while smiling.
“Oh, really, you stupid cunt!”
Her smile dropped as she turned to that one, her gaze almost deadly.
“What did you say? I think I heard that wrong.”
“You heard me, you stupid cu…”
He didn’t finish before you heard the crunch, his nose was broken, and she stood there triumphant. They all froze there for a minute, not expecting her to pack such a literal punch. Unsure how to react and embarrassed, he tried to take a lame swing at her. She moved quickly, making him bitch slap his friend. At this point, I was practically on the ground laughing. She looked at me and smirked, and when her guard was down, two of them grabbed her.
“Wow, y’all so pathetic had to wait until she was distracted to attack her.”
“Mind your business, man.”
She stomped on the one on the left foot and elbowed the other in the ribs before flipping him over the thud and sharp gasp that came after, yeah, he was definitely not going to be breathing right.
“She is my business now, walk away.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Stepping out of the shadows, they took one look at my Kuttee, the Silver Knights patches.
“Oh fuck, I’m out.”
“Why?”
“That’s The Silver Knights Prez Razor. I’m not fucking with him, and if he’s claiming her, I’m not challenging him.”
Three left, leaving behind the guy on the ground, the one with a bloody nose, and one idiot with something to prove.
“She doesn’t seem to know you.”
“Who says I don’t know him?”
She turned to me and smiled sweetly, and she had the cutest dimples. Fuck me if she didn’t already have me wrapped around her little finger.
“I think I got the job. Are you proud of me, Daddy?”
When she reached me, she pressed her body against mine, running a finger down my chest and then my abs. I wrapped my arm around her waist. She leaned in close and whispered.
“He’s not scared because he has a gun hidden under his shirt.”
She turned, kissing the side of my mouth, and I licked my lips automatically, taking her in.
“It doesn’t matter she’s leaving with me, I’m taking her.”
I turn to him as he makes a mistake, thinking he could have her, take her from me motherfucking Razor!
“You think you can touch what’s mine?”
I already had my hand behind my back, my body angled away from him; he was too stupid to notice, staring at the girl next to me. The girl whom I was determined to make mine. My piece in my hand, safety off, ready.
“You can’t stop me.”
By the time he went to reach for his, I already had mine aimed between his eyes.
“Why don’t you pick up your friends and walk away.”
He was still reaching, but changed his mind and did exactly as I told him. We stood still watching them before they were out of sight.
“Let me give you a ride, I have a feeling they’ll double back.”
She looked me up and down before nodding in agreement.
“So do you normally walk around breaking bones?”
“When the situation calls for it, yes, because men can’t take rejection.”
“Hey, don’t lump me in with them.”
She paused, looking at me again
“You’re right, most average and below men can’t take rejection, but men like you have women throwing themselves at you, so you don’t even have to try, do you?”
I chuckled. She was right, I’ve never chased any pussy. Sometimes women can’t take me saying I’m not interested. Lately, I’ve been trying to get them to accept the rejection. I shrugged and smirked. I handed her a helmet.
“Is this yours or some spare for your randoms?”
This chick was something else
“Does it matter?”
“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have wasted words asking.”
“You got a mouth on you.”
“You have no idea.”
That comment put the image of her on her knees in front of me. I shook my head, trying not to let her know the effect she was having on me.
“Randoms.”
“Give me yours.”
“What, why?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions. I’m not wearing it, so it’s either yours or I’m walking.”
I paused the big brass balls on this one, but I found myself handing it over to her.
Asími-Violet
I chuckle when I easily get my way from this big, bad biker who scared away a bunch of guys without breaking a sweat or even fighting. His name alone sent shivers down their spines and mine as well. But for a different reason. I put on the helmet, hike up my skirt right under my ass, and pretend I don’t see him watching. Grabbing hold of his shoulder, I threw my leg over the back of his Harley and wrapped my arms around his unbelievably firm, ripped body. My body shivered, and my pussy clenched. No, no, no, be a good girl, your boyfriend is back home. But fuck me, he was so fucking fione. If I had to describe him, I would say he was a mix of Michele Morrone and Charlie Hunnam. I pressed myself against him to see if he would react, and he definitely did. Down, girl I whispered to my lower half. The vibration that was going ham between my thighs wasn’t helping either. I dug my fingers into his abs it felt like he was turning it up because soon I couldn’t hold back the moans his bike was pulling out from me and at the next red light I cried out my orgasm he stiffened before taking my hand and gliding it down to his massive bulge throbbing under my touch, I didn’t shy away I gave it a squeeze before he turned and looked back at me surprised but also amused. I pulled my hand away when we were a block away from my uncle’s house, tapping him on the shoulder and signaling him to stop. I pulled off the helmet.
“Thanks for the ride, it was hard and fast, just what I needed.”
Whispering in his ear before climbing off. I wanted to run before he saw the not-so-subtle wet spots. I left him behind, but he hopped off quickly, grabbing my waist and spinning me. His eyes fell to the spots on the seat, and he smirked devilishly at me.
“You really did enjoy the ride, didn’t you?”
“What do you mean? Your Harley is nice.”
Feigning innocence. And he licked his lips.
“Little spitfire, you’re dangerous.”
“I’m also taken and trying to be a good girl, so maybe you should let me go.”
“Good girl? Oh, you’ll be a good girl, a good girl for me. “
“So, are you just going to pretend not to hear I’m taken?”
“Where is this supposed boyfriend?”
“Back home, he stayed behind to graduate high school. I graduated a semester early.”
“So, what I’m hearing is that he isn’t here.”
I sigh
“Not happening, old man.”
He scoffed
“I’m not old.”
“Oh, no? How old are you?”
“28”
“Almost 30”
“Almost doesn’t count.”
“I’m 18”
“I figured”
“You don’t even know my name, and I don’t know yours.”
“You know mine.”
He tapped his Kuttee
“Not your road name.”
He raised his eyebrows, figuring I was clueless
“No one needs to know that.”
I laugh
“That’s fine, I’m not trying to find out because I won’t see you again.”
“The fuck you won’t. I wasn’t kidding when I told that idiot you were mine.”
“Listen, Rumpelstiltskin, I belong to me.”
He smiled
“Well, considering I know where you live now, might as well be friends.”
“I won’t be here much longer.”
“Oh, and why not?”
I just shrug
“Can I at least get your number?”
“What for? I barely use it.”
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Yes.”
“Brat”
I couldn’t help biting my lip, enjoying his torment. And he growled his frustration.
“Please.”
I couldn’t help but laugh
“Speak up, old man. What did you say?”
“Please”
“Please? Please what?”
He huffed in annoyance, glaring at my smirk
“PLEASE, CAN WE EXCHANGE NUMBERS!”
“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? No.”
I ran when he reached for me, laughing as he chased me. I ran into the park. I looked back, and he was trying not to look amused, but he was having fun. I thought I was about to outrun him. When I was tackled onto the grass. We were both laughing and rolling. I twisted my body, straddling him and pinning him under me.
“I win.”
I made a mistake. He looked up at me, grabbing my hips and pushing his hips, grinding his thick bulge against my sensitive nub. The pressure made me moan softly.
“You can’t do that.”
“If I make you cum, I get your name and number.”
He kept moving, grabbing my head, and kissing me. I kissed him back, grinding back against him. The kiss wasn’t gentle, his tongue exploring mine. Thank God no one was around. We were dry humping, kissing, and moaning right out in the open.
“And what do I get when I make you cum.”
“My name and whatever you want.”
Razor
I couldn’t believe how she had me so open already. Did I just tell her anything she wanted? Fuck I wasn’t thinking straight. I was fighting the urge to rip myself out of my jeans and begging her to ride me. I knew she would make me bust quick if she moved like this. But I meant it, I would give her whatever she wanted as long as I could have her. She leaned over and started sucking on my neck. I slid my hand into her blazer. Surprisingly, she had nothing under it. Her breast was so soft my big hand could barely contain it. And before long we were both falling over the edge, moaning into the kiss. I felt like a desperate teenager again. She smiled down at me. Fuck me, I wasn’t satisfied.
“It was a tie, so I guess we both won.”
I nodded happily.
“I’m Asími-Violet Scott.”
“Argento Sullivan.”
I sat up, keeping her in my lap, and she snatched my phone, texting herself. I slid my hand under her skirt.
“There you have my number.”
I slid my finger inside of her tight hole, and she gripped my finger
“FUCK! I need this pussy every day, Spitfire.”
She bit back a groan. I hooked my finger, moving, hitting the right spot. She grabbed my arm, trying to pull my hand away as her pussy sucked me further in.
“Wait…”
She was breathing heavy, trying to fight her third orgasm. I kissed her deeply as she rode out her orgasm on my finger. She took my hand and sucked her cum off my finger.
“I wanted that.”
“Too bad I didn’t need you getting addicted to my taste.”
She saved her number under ‘The Best Pussy You Wish You Could Have.’
I couldn’t help the full belly laugh.
“I will have you. You will be mine; you will be my ol’lady.”
“Keep dreaming, baby.”
She stood up, fixed herself, and walked off. I looked at my jeans, and I’m not proud of what I did next, but I was curious. I slid the juices she left behind onto my finger, and yes Fuck me, the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.
