The Sweet Sin His Best Friends Sister

Colten Gunn's POV

There are only two things in this fucked up world that I live for; motorcycles and women.

I love riding them. Everything about women and bikes are the same; They like to be eased into the stroke then man handled around tight corners. To be pushed to their max until they're red lining and screaming for me to let off the gas. Feeling them vibrate beneath me as I control them with my body. The purr they make when I push my chest into them to go faster.

"Colt." Hudson pushed a pool cue into my side. His gruff voice only co-existing with his braided beard and leather jacket. "You're up."

I placed my beer down and simmered my raging thoughts that seemed to only be creating a problem in my pants tonight. My tattooed knuckles wrapped around the stick as I bent over in my tight fitted jeans to line up my shot.

"What's up with you tonight? You seem out of it." Hudson asked but he didn't really care. He was more concerned that I wasn't interested in the game of pool he'd been going on about at work all day today.

"It's been weeks since I've been laid." I huffed as I drove the cue into the center of the white ball, causing it to bounce into the side of the table, missing every target.

Hudson let out a deep, short chuckle with a shake of his head, causing his braided chin to bounce with him. "There's women all over the place and you're having problems?"

I rolled my eyes before looking around the bar. Sure, there were women here. Sexy ones at that. But they're all locals, most of them I've fucked already - more than once. I know every little secret about them, which is a perk and downside to living in a small town. The excitement isn't there anymore. The thrill of fucking a stranger senseless, hearing them moan my name like it's the first time they've tasted anything like me.

"It's like eating the same meal every night. Tired of it."

He laughed again, "A fucks a fuck, man. Stop being a picky bastard."

The beer I had been drinking was empty, already and the drive to end this godforsaken game of balls was killing me. "Want another?" I asked for any excuse to walk away.

Hudson gave me a nod before going back to his precious grassed table.

I watched as he rolled his thumb over the top with a gleaming smile. I swear he enjoyed stroking that pool cue way too much.

My eyes drifted to the bar, searching for the usual bartender but only landing on a woman that made my pants tighten.

Fuck, she looked sexy from the back. Her ass claded in tight leather pants that caressed the stool beneath her ass like a throne. Her bare back was divine, showing off her soft light skin that begged for the attention of my fingers prints. She adjusted herself slightly, picking up her glass. Her shoulder blade shifted, exposing the thin fabric that was only held up by a simple tie of a string that loosely covered her breasts

One pluck and she'd be topless.

I had to have known her. I know everyone that comes in here.

My hand reached for the stool to guide me to sit beside her. Only for her six inch heel to drive into the cushion abruptly, pushing the seat further down the counter with a squeal.

I stood in awe, keeping my face emotionless except for a raise of a brow.

She turned to me slowly, provocatively, letting her shirt slid to her front and expose the side of her perky breasts. She pushed her blonde hair that waved down her chest to her back. Her plump lips were pursed, as her hazel eyes glared at me.

"Seats taken." Her voice soft and gentle but carried a tone of authority and demand. One I could picture screaming my name in the bar bathroom with a bit of gruff after a few rounds of me fucking her.

I looked to her long leg that still sat on the bar stool in an extended L shape, taking in the tight leather that clung to her skin.

My face relaxed as I leaned over that sexy leg, placing my elbows on the counter right beside her.

"By who?" I challenged her.

Her plump pink lips curled slightly upwards, "By the man who buys me a drink." Her manicured nails gripped the sides of her glass as she wagged it in the air before taking the last gulp of her liquid.

Lucy, the bartender came around. Her attire of a deep v neck tight shirt, usually turns me on, but not tonight.

I had a sphinx beside me that was playing a game I was more interested in. A better game than Hudson wrapped me into, still one where my stick would be driven into her center.

"Lucy, two of whatever the sexy lady is having." I peered over to the woman, expecting a name or anything. But all I got in return with a push of a glass from Lucy.