“Oh, come on! You know we’re the only ones who really know how to tear it up when it really matters!” James slapped Chase on the back with a grin, and Chase nodded.

“Well, yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been to any of the nightclubs on the east side of town, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go back.” He thought about the last time he was on that side of town, and his friends laughed. It was true. The last time he went out on the East Side with the gang, he ended up escorted out of one of the clubs, and they had teased him about it ever since. It was a humiliating situation to say the least.

Chase continued to insist that it wasn’t his fault. He had gotten into an argument with one of the men working at the nightclub, not realizing the man was a bouncer. When the man got too pushy, Chase swung at him, and it just went downhill from there. Sure, he had since apologized and tried to make things right with the club, but they made it clear they weren’t thrilled with the idea of him coming back. Ever.

“Oh, are you still butt-hurt about what happened?” Jax teased from the other side of the limo. Chase shot him a look. He was one of the guys who incessantly teased him about that night, and Chase still believed he was a large part of the reason it had happened in the first place. It was Jax who had been buying all the shots, and he wasn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer.

With each new round, Chase had done his best to keep up with the guys, but he was having an off day, and before he knew it, he was drunk off his ass, being belligerent and sloppy. He blamed Jax for pushing him to take more and more shots, especially when he told them that he was done for the night.

“Let’s just forget about the whole thing and focus on getting some pussy,” Chase said, changing the subject. A murmur of agreement swept through the entire limo, and the men started swapping stories of their latest escapades.

“Whatever happened to you and that woman with huge tits you took home the other night?” Jordan asked and Chase laughed.

“You know me. We had a good time, then I ducked out. I don’t care to get involved with anyone right now, especially someone with daddy issues or some shit.” He shook his head as memories of him being deep in her cunt came pouring back. He must have had a faraway look, because he came out of his reverie to the raucous laughter of his friends. Jax said, “It was that good, eh?” Chase ignored him.

“Yeah, you don’t want to get involved in something like that. You’re too young to take on the role of Daddy in a girl’s life. Though I have to admit, she did look like she was barely old enough for you to be taking her home anyway,” Jax said. Chase shot him another look.

“She was nineteen. I made sure of that before I even considered doing what I did to her. But you’re right. I would rather go for someone closer to my age, anyway.” Another murmur of agreement ran through the limo when Jax spoke up once more.

“Dude, if you saw the waitress we had last night. Talk about a babe! The mother of seduction! I can’t put my finger on it, but something about her makes me want to dominate her. I’m going to fuck the shit out of her,” he declared with a grin. He laced his fingers behind his head and looked up at the ceiling with a smile, but his words were met with laughter.

“In your dreams, bro! What makes you think she’s going to go home with you? You were laying on the charm pretty thick last night, and it certainly didn’t seem to get you anywhere,” James cut in. Jax punched him on the arm, but Chase merely shook his head.

“You always think that the chicks are after you, when you really are the one who ends up with the short end of the stick every time I’m with you. Do you really think you stand a chance when I’m in there?” Chase asked with a grin. Jax turned his attention from James and back to him.

“Well, first of all, I called ahead to make sure we were going to have her again tonight, just so you can behold her magnificence. Secondly, you weren’t there. How the fuck would you know how much she was or wasn’t into me?” He challenged Chase with raised eyebrows, and Chase merely shook his head once more.

“I know because of my experience. I’ve seen you in action more than once, if that’s what you want to call it. I’m not judging your technique by any means, but I’m just saying you don’t have much of a chance when I’m in the same room,” he said as he gave his fellow club member a sly grin. He could see that he was getting under Jax’s skin, and he found it hilarious. It wasn’t uncommon for the bachelors of the club to go out for drinks every so often, and the fact of the matter was that they were becoming rather infamous with many of the nightclubs in town.

It wasn’t just the experience Chase had had, but all of them were known for the parties they threw, the wild nights they had, and the tips they would give the staff. It seemed that for as much as the staff would cringe when they saw them coming, they knew that they were going to go home with a fat stack of tips at the end of the night.

“You might have seen me in the past, but I’ve upped my game. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about when it comes to this woman. I’m telling you! James was there! James, tell him, bro! She was all over me.” Jax looked at James in annoyance.

James merely shrugged. “I don’t know, man, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I think you’re mistaking her wanting the wad of cash in your back pocket with the wad that is in the front of your pants.” Chase busted out laughing.

Jax crossed his arms and looked from one guy to the other, clearly pissed and embarrassed. “You know what, fine! I’m going to prove you wrong! I bet you all fifty thousand bucks that I’m going to get that woman to go home with me tonight. Fifty grand—who in here has that burning a hole in their pocket?”

“For real? Alright, I’ll take that bet,” James said, his eyes glistening. “I could use some spare change next week.”

“It’s hardly spare change, and you’re the one who is going to be paying me,” Jax shot back. James laughed, but Chase interrupted.

“Think about it before you just dive in with this one. I’ll take that bet, but I’m going to double it. I bet you one-hundred thousand dollars that I’m going to be the one to take that girl home tonight. You can all look on and observe the master at work.” Chase intertwined his own fingers, mimicking what Jax was doing. Jax looked at him as though he had lost his mind and shook his head.

“You’re really willing to part with one hundred thousand dollars for a girl you haven’t even seen yet?” he asked, looking at Chase with astonishment in his eyes. Chase laughed and nodded.

“I know for a fact that you can’t get that girl to go home with you. I’m telling you, when I’m in the room, you fade into the sidelines. If anyone’s going to take that girl home, it’s going to be me, and I don’t care who else is in the room. You know it happens every time, man. Don’t even try.” He stretched his legs out into the front of the car, but Jax kicked them back.

Chase laughed once more. “What’s wrong? Is that hitting a little too close to home?”

“You want to make that bet, that’s fine with me. But you’re being stupid. I told you straight up how that woman had eyes only for me, eyes I felt myself drowning in, and that’s when I decided I was going to fuck her. You can sit back with your smug smile on your face, Ellis. This time I’m going to be the one collecting the paycheck at the end of the night, along with some hot pussy.” Jax looked from one face to another around the car, and Chase shrugged once more.

“The bet is on, then. I’d prefer my winnings in cash, please,” he said with another smug grin. Jax shook his head, clearly determined to win the bet himself. Chase turned his attention out the window, confident he was the one who was going to win. He didn’t have to meet this girl to know that he would be able to take her home, and there was no way in hell he was going to let Jax of all people win the bet.

Sure, it would be disappointing for him to lose the money if he couldn’t get the girl to agree to leave with him, but it was really nothing more than pocket change to him, anyway. There was plenty more where that came from. What he was after were the bragging rights, and he had every intention of getting them.

How hard could it be?