Chapter Twenty-Nine
Veronica
I toss back another shot, matching the club whore sitting to my right, shot for shot. When she first sat down, she pissed me off. The bitch told me she hoped I’d hit the road soon, saying she missed Van’s dick. I wanted to knock her fucking teeth out, but I called for the Prospect to bring her a shot instead.
When I was in Tennessee, Trix talked to me a lot about being an old lady. At the time, I didn’t know that was where Van and I were heading, but I still listened to every word she said. She told me I had to keep my shit tight, to not let anyone know they could get to me. She said club whores could smell fresh blood from a mile away and would pick my carcass clean if I give them half a chance.
“Is Cline back at her momma’s?” the club whore asks as she motions for another shot of tequila.
It pisses me off that she even knows Cline’s name, but I answer her anyway. “She’s staying at Milly’s house.”
Van sent her to spend the night with one of the old ladies, knowing a little girl had no place at the club tonight. When he first mentioned it, I was worried Cline would be upset, but I was wrong. She loves Milly. Considering her grandma is a bitch, she found her own with Milly. Thankfully, the woman loves her with her whole heart.
“Milly is a good woman,” she says with a quick nod. “Shame her and Crash never had any kids. She would have made a good momma.”
Suddenly, I understand why Van chose her to watch his daughter. Milly is filling in for the grandma Cline will never have, considering Kendra is such a bitch, and Cline is filling in for the grandchild Milly will never have. It’s beautiful and heart-wrenching at the same time.
Erin looks over at me, her eyes glossy from all the liquor she has consumed. “I can’t believe you waited so long to ask me to come out here. These men are yummy. You should’ve brought me when you came. Then, I’d have had plenty of time to sample them all.”
I want to tell her that, if she wasn’t leaving so soon, she’d have plenty of time. I want to ask her about her and Kat moving here, but I’m not sure now’s the time to mention that. She’s not drunk, but I know it’s something not to be taken lightly, and she’s feeling too good for a serious conversation.
The club whore sitting with us leans forward and looks at my friend. “You need to take Brass for a round. I swear, that boy has the biggest dick I have ever seen, and he definitely knows how to use it.”
My friend huffs under her breath and says, “Been there, done that. You’re right, he’s amazing, but I need some fresh meat. Got any recommendations?”
Erin looks like a pixie, only an inch over five foot. Light blonde hair and big blue eyes round out her look, making her appear completely innocent, but she is anything but. She goes through men like most women go through tampons, never going back for seconds.
“Go for Taz,” the club whore mumbles, nodding her head. “He’s good with his tongue, and he can go all night long.”
I throw back another shot and ask, “Do you know how he got his name?”
“Like I said, he’s good with his tongue,” she says, a smile spreading across her insanely beautiful face. “He’s like a Tasmanian devil when it comes to certain things. He gets his mouth on a pussy, and he just goes crazy.”
Before I can even process her words, Erin jumps up from her seat. “Point me in his direction. I wouldn’t mind a little mouth to clit action.”
“If he isn’t up for it, you can try Walker or Ram. They are always willing to have a little fun, and they’ll both make sure you have fun, too,” the woman adds with a wink.
“I’ll save them for tomorrow,” Erin says with a wicked grin.
As soon as the club whore points Taz out, Erin walks off in his direction. When she gets to his side, she does her thing. Within seconds, they are walking out of the room. My mind immediately goes to Brass, wondering how he is going to feel about sharing her with one of his friends. I search him out, seeing him on the couch being deepthroated by some chick I have never seen before. I let out a relieved breath, knowing he isn’t going to care whose bed Erin ends up in tonight.
“Hey, baby,” Van says, taking the seat Erin just vacated and reaching over to take a strand of my hair in between his fingers. “I don’t know what I like more, the blonde or the blue. Probably gonna have to wait to see it all spread over my pillow before I can decide.”
I smile, knowing exactly how much he likes it. When I came down the stairs, his response told me everything. He blinked a time or two, then grabbed me around the waist and carried me right back up the stairs. We didn’t even make it to the bed. He fucked me right against the bedroom door.
Pulling my thoughts away from the hotter than hell sex we had a few hours ago, I give him a wink. “You may have mentioned a little something about it earlier.”
He gives me a grin in return, letting go of my hair and taking my hand in his. “Are you having fun?”
Before I can answer, the club whore starts talking. “I like this bitch, Van. You should keep her around.”
He chuckles before looking at me. He reaches out, pulling my chair over to his and wrapping his arms around me. A second later, his mouth is on mine, and all thoughts of Brass, Erin, and club whores disappear from my mind. At this moment, I want nothing more than for him to take me to his room and fuck me until I scream his name again.
When he finally pulls back, he has a cocky smile on his face. “I like her, too. Like her enough that I’m thinking about keeping her.”
My brow raises in question. “Thinking?”
“You try to go anywhere, and I’m tying you to my bed,” he says, still smiling.
The club whore isn’t satisfied with his answer, and she lets him know. “You’ve got to tell us girls if you’re claiming her. It’s not fair to have an old lady in our mix and not let us know. We could accidentally say something to get our asses kicked.”
Thinking back to her blow by blow of fucking my man, I have to agree. He has called me his old lady, but I’m not wearing his brand. A few of the women here tonight are wearing an old lady’s cut. The rest of the women have a tattoo on their right arm, saying who they belong to. Right now, I want to know if I am his or just a passing fancy that he’ll pass off to the next guy when he gets tired of me.
“You can let the girls know Veronica is mine,” Van says, using my full name for the first time. “I’ll make it official as soon as Tito gets home.”
His words bring a smile to my face. I knew this was coming, but this is different. Having him lay it out there makes it all feel real for the first time. I am going to be his old lady, Van’s woman, and I will be until the day we die. Nothing could make me happier.
Surprisingly, the club whore smiles. “I’ll pass the word. Does this mean we need to keep our hands off you?”
“Yes,” I answer for him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “I have never been good at sharing. If I find out some woman has her hands on him, I just might have to prove I’m my father’s daughter and make some bitch bleed.”