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BABY BLUES: Satan Seed MC by Naomi West (78)


Booster

 

There’s one woman in my life right now that I want skimping herself into my office at the clubhouse, nothing but a tiny little miniskirt on and a tube top that barely holds her tits.

 

And it’s not Pixie.

 

I don’t know what’s gotten into the girl lately. All she does is try to hop on my dick every time she sees me. Usually that kind of thing isn’t off the table, but shit. I don’t have time to keep dodging Pixie between club business and trying to get as much free time as I can possibly manage with Lena.

 

But here I am, looking over the books to make sure that everything is in order, when Pixie waltzes herself into my office, tits damn near hanging out and her skirt short enough to be a pair of denim panties.

 

“Hey, Booster. You got time?”

 

There was one point where that sultry little voice would have gotten my dick hard. Now, it grates my damn nerves.

 

“No, I don’t.” I don’t even bother to look up after my initial glance while I keep crunching numbers left and right, making sure that anything and everything stays in order for me. This is more important than Pixie having a hole that needs filling, and while I don’t hate her, she’s about to get on my last nerve.

 

“Oh, come on, Boost.”

 

I hear the clack of her heels against the floor. She comes over to me, sliding her hand over my shoulders before she pulls back, moving my chair back from my desk.

 

I take in a very measured breath.

 

Agitated, I watch as Pixie puts herself between me and my work. Her hips sway to the motion of music that isn’t playing, and she grins at me with lipstick-stained lips. My stare isn’t interested; I know that it has to be annoyed, but it doesn’t deter her.

 

She starts by sliding her top down, letting her breasts come out. Both of them are full, pierced swells of womanly flesh. She’s got a heart on the left tit that she traces with a manicured finger.

 

I wish that I was interested. It would save her the embarrassment of going through with this.

 

Next, she turns around, wiggling her ass in my face. I roll my eyes and huff as she slides her skirt up, and panties down. She wiggles out of the thin, lacey things, and her bent-over position puts her pussy up and proud. She’s got nice and neatly trimmed lips, and they’re glossy and wet; she’s turned on.

 

I shake my head. I guess at least one of us is.

 

Pixie turns around and slips her panties into my kutte. I grimace a little; that’s not where I want those, but whatever. She slides herself into my lap, and starts rocking her hips.

 

“Pixie—”

 

“Come on, Booster. Don’t you want to have a little fun? All you’ve been doing is work, work, work, nonstop—”

 

“Yeah, because I’m the only one around here that knows how to do work—real ass work. Now get. Off.”

 

I literally put my hands on her hips and lift her off me, pushing her away from me before I slide close to my desk once more. She gives me a dejected, bitten-lip look, and I roll my eyes again.

 

“I said fucking no, Pixie. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you. It’s pathetic to throw yourself at someone that’s not fucking interested in you, you understand? You get that?”

 

She nods.

 

“Good. Now get the fuck out of my office before I kick you out.”

 

“My underwear—”

 

“You can walk around without them since you want to invade my space while I’m working.”

 

She doesn’t say anything to that, and that’s just as fucking fine with me. I know it’s a little mean, but shit. I’ll apologize when I’m not annoyed as hell over her constant advances.

 

I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with her. It isn’t like she doesn’t have someone to give her attention. Happy’s always ready to give her his attention.

 

I shake my head. Whatever. It’s not my problem as long as she stops coming on to me. There’s one person that’s on my mind right now—and one day she’s going to be the mother of my child.

 

I get back into work, and it’s not half an hour later that there’s someone else at my door, knocking.

 

“Boss man?”

 

I groan.

 

“What do you want, Happy?”

 

Instead of just telling me on the other side of the door, he lets his ass into my office. I can’t remember when he got so annoying, but I’m beginning to think that regardless, it’s happening more often than not, and I don’t particularly like it. I look up at him.

 

At least I know he’s not going to try and give me a goddamn striptease.

 

Happy walks in, closing the door behind him. He stands in front of my desk, looking like he’s got something to say—but he doesn’t just outright say it. He kind of just stares at me, biting his lip pensively.

 

After a while, I get fed up waiting.

 

“What?” I ask. “I have shit to do, Happy. Between you and fucking Pixie—”

 

“You still thinking about that kid thing, Boost?”

 

My brow goes up.

 

“What’s it to you if I am, Happy? I don’t think it’s any of your business?”

 

“Well I just wanted to know, you know. How it’s gonna affect the club. You seem a little distracted lately—”

 

“I haven’t been falling behind on anything, have I?”

 

“No, but—”

 

“And I’ve kept everyone in line when there are skirmishes and petty little fights, no?”

 

“Yes, but—”

 

“Then what’s the problem?”

 

Happy huffs.

 

“You know what the problem is. You’ve been running things, but you haven’t been around. You kinda … you know …” His eyes flick away from me. “You’ve been putting most of your time into that dame of yours and all this baby stuff, and the boys—”

 

“You been going around airing my business around, Happy?” I ask. “It’s nobody’s goddamn business but my own what I’m doing with my time.”

 

“I haven’t been airing no business, but that doesn’t change the fact that people are noticing you’re not all that present! Now like you used to be. It’s … different. You’re obviously different. Look, Boost.”

 

Happy leans onto my desk, looking me in the eye, like he’s being all serious or something. I’m not really impressed by the display, and I don’t see why he thinks I would be—there’s nothing impressive about a man that has to posture and hem and haw in order to make himself think that he’s big, bad, and tough.

 

Happy is none of these things.

 

“Boost. Just forget this lady, all right? It’s silly. You’re young, anyway. What do you need a kid for? If it’s a matter of getting your dick wet, there’s tons of girls around the club that would bend over for you—”

 

“It’s not about getting my dick wet, Happy,” I interrupt, feeling like it’s the millionth time during this conversation that I’ve done so. “It’s about getting something that I want, which again, is none of your business. You can either deal with it or stuff it, but I don’t have to explain myself to you, and I’m not going to explain myself to you. Are we clear?”

 

He looks like he’s going to protest, and I almost wish that he fucking would. It would give me an excuse to exert my power over him—put him in the place that he has so diligently forgotten up until now.

 

Happy doesn’t give me that satisfaction, however. Instead, he stands up and stands back, nodding with a frown.

 

“Of course, Booster. Right. You’re right.”

 

Damn right, I am.

 

“Well, now that we’ve cleared up the obvious, you can leave now so I can finish my work. You know, the shit that I do to keep this club running?”

 

“Of course. My bad. I’m sorry.”

 

There’s something bitter in his voice, but it’s not something that I really care about, either. He can be bitter all he wants. I’m doing what’s best for me. What I want. If he has a problem with that? He can grow a spine and make something of it. I have better things to worry about than him.

 

***

 

Getting time to spend with Lena dwindles down until it’s almost nonexistent. She’s got exams that she has to prepare for at the school, and I have to deal with the Wylde Ones.

 

I begin to realize a few things.

 

With the looming idea of a family in my near future, I take the time to think about what exactly I want with my kid. When I started this with Lena, I wanted an heir. Someone to take over the Wylde Ones. Now I’m not so sure that I want a kid for that purpose—I’m not even sure how much longer I want to stay with the crew if I’m honest.

 

See, there’s only so many things an MC is good for—fucking shit up, or fixing shit the old-fashioned way. Sometimes you get a hit of both. Sometimes it’s the extremes of one or the other. But it’s never anything different, and after a while … after a while that kind of lifestyle starts to stagnate, and it’s just not any fun anymore.

 

It’s a damn drag to think that it’s come to that with me and the Wylde ones, but the more I try to picture me, Lena, and a baby fitting into this lifestyle that I’ve built, I find myself questioning my motivations more and more. I haven’t even brought Lena around the boys and there’s plenty of ol’ ladies that I’ve met and that are a deep-rooted part of the MC. So what’s stopping me from doing the same thing with Lena and making it official in front of them that she’s mine and that what I have going on with her is something that they’re going to have to welcome and accept?

 

Is this what I actually want?

 

Is this the right choice for a child?

 

It has me distancing myself from the Wylde Ones more and more and giving Happy more charge—it makes him fucking tickled pink just to be told that he’s going to be in charge of doing a run, or making sure a punishment is carried out.

 

Good for him.

 

It’s not even that I hate the Wylde Ones. They’re my brothers. I’ve ridden with them for years, and they’ve followed me for just as long. But there comes a point … where there’s no passion for it. That’s the worst thing for an MC president to carry around. A lack of passion.

 

But there are things I am passionate about.

 

Lena.

 

I stand waiting in the parking lot of her school for her to come out at the end of the day. She drives home now, of course, but I’m making one of those sappy gestures that you see in the movies. I’ve been wondering if I should—after all, we’re not together, together. We’re not screwing anyone else, but we’ve never established that we’re … whatever. I told her she could tell people whatever she wanted about us, but that wasn’t setting things down between the two of us, solid.

 

Anyway. I’m in the parking lot of her school, holding a few roses I bought from a side vendor while I was riding through town. It’s an assortment—red and white and pink. I don’t know shit about roses, just that women like them, and they smell halfway decent most of the time. I don’t have any cheesy poetry to spit at her, but I don’t think I’d impress her with any, anyway. She’s an English teacher that’s sharp as a whip and she’d smell the bullshit a mile away.

 

When the bell rings, I watch for her. I’m parked right in front of her car; she isn’t going to miss me in the slightest. I get looks, just like I did when it was me bringing her to and from school, and I take the curiosity with a grain of salt because I don’t really give a shit. I do grin when she comes out and looks surprised to see me.

 

I like surprising her.

 

There’s a blush on her face when she comes around to me, and I chuckle.

 

“Weren’t expecting me here, were you?”

 

“No, I wasn’t. What’s the occasion?”

 

I nod down to the flowers.

 

“Pretending like I’m a gentleman for once,” I tell her. “These are yours.”

 

Lena takes the roses from me, burying her face into them to smell. She likes the scent; she inhales deeply and exhales dreamily, and I know that I’ve hit the jackpot on her. I make a note to do it again in the near future. I like it when Lena’s pleased, and I like it even more knowing that I’m the one doing the pleasing.

 

Never said I was a humble man.

 

“Glad you like them.” I grin. “Those were picked special for you, you know.”

 

Lena laughs.

 

“Oh, really? Were they? How special I must be to get handpicked roses from you. You’re going to make me swoon in this parking lot and embarrass myself, Booster. Then what am I going to do with myself?”

 

“Oh, I can think of a few things that could be done with you.”

 

Lena blushes again, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and out of the way. There’s something different about her … I’m not sure. Maybe it’s in the way that she’s carrying herself, I don’t know. It makes me step closer to her, into her space. I slide my hands up her arms and to her shoulders.

 

There are so many things that I want to do to her right now, but what I settle on is leaning forward and kissing her deeply. I taste coffee on her lips and groan; it’s a good flavor on her. She sighs against my mouth and leans into me, needy.

 

“It’s been a while,” she murmurs. “We’ve been so …”

 

“Busy?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

There’s something wistful in her tone, and I nuzzle my nose against hers.

 

“How about we take a ride tomorrow sometime?” I asked. “It’s the weekend. I’ll have Happy babysit and we can just ride around, keep each other company. Maybe get into a little bit of trouble.” I could definitely go for trouble.

 

Lena seems to like this idea, perking up instantly.

 

“I like the sound of that,” she says. “Head out at around ten in the morning from my place?”

 

I nod. “Sounds good. Keep yourself perky for me, doll.”

 

“Sure thing, Booster.”

 

I lean forward again, this time met halfway with Lena’s lips. Honestly, her kisses are like crack; a man like me is usually the one making others addicted, but I seem to have snagged a nasty addiction myself as far as Lena is concerned.

 

Chuckling, I pull away, giving a last nip to Lena’s pouted lip.

 

“Next time,” I say. “Next time, I’ll make it last longer.”

 

“You promise?”

 

“Promise.”

 

I know that people are watching us, and it only makes me grin more as I slide back onto my bike and speed away.

 

Maybe I haven’t shared Lena with the Wylde Ones yet, but at least it’s known among these parts just who Lena belongs to.

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