My boys and I pull into the club and I don’t talk. They’re still laughing their asses off, and hell, I would be too if it had happened to Crusher or one of the other men.

I stomp into the club, go to the bar and looking over at the prospect, I bark out “Jack!” He nods, puts a glass in front of me and pours it in. “Leave the bottle.”

He does as he’s told, and goes back to wiping the glasses and stocking the shelves behind the bar.

Crusher, my VP and best friend, saddles up on the stool beside me. He doesn’t talk but, I know he is dying to say something.

Crusher and I have been through some tough shit. He has always had my back and though I trust all of my brothers—two are closer to me than any of the others. Dancer and Crusher. I can’t depend on Dancer right now, but Crusher is someone special to me. We’ve forged a bond in blood and it will stand till the world stops.

“She’s a hot little piece,” Crusher says, as the prospect puts a glass down in front of him. He grabs my bottle and pours himself a drink. Bastard!

I grunt, finishing off my drink and pouring another one. My mind keeps flashing back to that kiss. That damn, fucking kiss and how it felt to have my hands full of that thick ass. I’m still hard thinking about her. I have screwed the pooch with the way I handled things. I wasn’t about to let go until I got my taste though, that was just fact.

She’s unlike anything I have ever thought of nailing to be honest. I mean she is sexy as fuck, but I never went for the rich bitches. Hell, I never go for any kind really. I nailed the pussy at the club and let it go. My life was too fucked up to think about attaching myself to one woman, and I sure as hell ain’t the type to date. I’m thirty-six years old, have never been on a fucking date, never imagined going on one, and I never will. In my life, you are lucky to be alive and survive, that’s the way it has always been and appears to be how life is made for me.

Nicole’s fucking shoes probably cost more than my bike. Not that it really bothers me. The club makes sure we all have a good fucking life as far as money goes, but I’m not into that high-brow shit and the last thing I need is a woman who is. In fact, it’d be best if I forget the bitch exists. Except, when I saw her standing at the gas station barefoot, with that luscious round ass barely contained in her cut-off jeans, and those damned tits looking so juicy, I needed to get closer and that hasn’t changed.

When she started driving towards the club? I couldn’t help myself. I had to check her out further. The last thing I expected was the sucker-punch that kiss had delivered. I can still taste her on my lips and fuck me, I want a deeper taste.

“You gonna push it?” I know what Crusher is asking. What I don’t know, is how to answer.

“Fuck if I know,” I answer, honestly.

“Let me know if you don’t,” he says evenly. I look up at him. “Hey man. She’s damned fine.”

“She’s got trouble written all over her.” I’m not feeling his interest at-fucking-all.

“Yeah, but what a trip! Some things are worth the trouble man. She caught on fire for you. I’d like to see how deep that fire runs.”

I want to slam my fist in his head. How fucked up is that? Fuck yeah, she caught on fire. I was the lucky bastard who got to feel it. I was damned glad he hadn’t or I might have been forced to kill him.

“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?” Tash asks, coming up behind me and hanging on my back.

Tash is a club whore and I have used her a few times. She’s clean and knows how to ride a man’s cock, which is about the only requirement of club Twinkies. She’s not much to look at in the face and her body is too damned boney to suit me, but she is tight when you get inside and that feels good.

I smile thinking about Nicole. The little spitfire doesn’t like the idea of being club pussy and I like the sass she shows. She’d be unlike any other woman I’ve dealt with.

“Nah, Tash why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind girl.” I watch as Crusher’s eyebrow shoots up and a smirk comes across his face. He knows what the fuck I am doing. I wanted him to tire himself out so he will quit thinking about Nicole. He laughs and the sound grates on my nerves.

Tash walks over and slams her lips down on Crusher’s. Crusher takes the kiss and moves his hand up under the barely-there, mini dress Tash has on, pushing it up so her naked ass is hanging out. Easy access is a must for club whores, most of our men don’t like waiting for it.

Crusher stands up slapping my shoulder.

“She starts work next week at the club man. Let me know before then, or she’s fair

game.”

Bastard!

I take a breath, turn and look out over my club and men. We are a fucking rag-tag bunch. Crusher, Irish, Gunner, Bull, Freak, Dancer and myself made up the seven original members of the Savage Brothers. We are all brothers, having grown up on the streets and sifting through the system. We learned to depend on no one but ourselves and now our brothers. We brought in Twist and Striker, a move I’m beginning to think might bite us in the ass. I’m still not sure how I feel about either of them.

We were low on members when Dancer got in a jam—which resulted in him being sent to the big house. He shot and killed a man who had been trying to rape some chick in an alley. Unfortunately for Dancer, it was in a county we didn’t own and the son of a bitch turned out to be the sheriff’s brother. Prosecution made it look like the girl had been a whore, maybe she was, but I don’t know, but I think she might be important to Dancer. I heard she was living a couple of counties over working at a department store. I do know my brother got a raw ass deal. He is currently serving out a fifteen-year sentence. We have a club lawyer working on an appeal since the other man had been holding a knife on the girl and came after Dancer with it. I’m hoping it works. Dancer can’t fucking stand being locked behind bars. I’m worried about him. My last visit with him, something had been off. My boy was in rough shape and I couldn’t get him to talk to me. I’m afraid he is close to losing his shit.

The club needs him. We’ve built up our numbers again, but something is coming. I can feel it in my bones, and I’m not fucking prepared. We have four prospects right now and so far I’m not particularly impressed with any of them.

I fill my glass again; this is the last time though. I need a clear head to figure out what the fuck is going on with me.

How do you become obsessed with a woman you just met? Someone that is completely unlike anyone I have ever wanted before. It seems impossible. Maybe all I need is to get laid and work out the tension. There were two Twinkies dancing on the poles in the middle of the room. I don’t know their real names; we just call them the twins. They aren’t in fact twins, though they both have fake tits, pitch black hair and milky-white skin. Good looking women, but the best damn thing about them was they liked to tag team a man or men as the case is now. I watch them twist and turn while rubbing against each other as Frog, Hawk and Gunner start playing with them. My dick doesn’t even twitch. In fact, it seems to deflate the semi hard-on I had left over from the rich-bitch. Yeah, that’s a better name for her. It can remind me of why I shouldn’t have a damn thing to do with her.

My attention turns to Lips, a mocha-skinned, hot little minx with an ass that was fucking fantastic. I knew exactly how that ass felt wrapped around my dick too and bonus, Lips was a screamer. She sees me staring at her and I enjoy watching the way her breasts bounce under that white t-shirt she’s wearing with only a black thong underneath. I admit, she is one well put together woman. She’s not like the other club whores either. She likes sex, lots of sex and made no apologies for it. I respected it in a way. Part of me always wondered about making her my old lady. Not because of any great connection, but sometimes I thought about settling down with a chick that was all mine. I shared from time to time and it was fucking hot to watch a woman pushed to her limits with two men. I loved it. Still, that shit wasn’t for me in the long term. If a condom ever fucking let me down, I wanted to know whatever was planted in the woman was mine.

Lately, I had been thinking more and more of that. I think if I did take an old lady I’d have to make sure she couldn’t fucking have kids. I sure as hell don’t know what on Earth to do with them. The world is too fucked up for kids—especially my kids.

“Hey baby. You look like you could use some loving tonight,” Lips purrs, and slides up on my lap. She grinds that round ass against my cock and he perks up with interest. She bends down and kisses along the side of my neck. It feels good—really damn good. Just one problem, as hot as Lips is, she’s not what I want right now.

“Maybe later, got some shit to do right now,” I answer, kissing her shoulder to let her down gently.

“I’ll hold you to that Dragon,” she says regretfully, heading back to where the other boys are playing cards. Tonight is going to be a quiet night. Our party nights are usually on Mondays and Tuesdays. We stay busy with the club-owned businesses the rest of the time. Today is Sunday and those are closed.

It is the middle of the day and there will probably be a small party here tonight, but I don’t want to stay. Ever since the kiss with that little hot number, I’ve been feeling antsy. I feel like I am crawling out of my skin. Would it be stalking if I went back down to her house? I mean, technically the club owns the house. Isn’t it my duty to see that she settles in okay? I should have had a prospect clean the damn place up. To be honest, I had forgotten Irish had rented it out. Maybe I’ll take a few prospects with me tomorrow and get them to cut the grass and shit. That might help thaw out her ass. Why the fuck I want her thawed out I don’t know, but I do just the same.

It’s around one in the afternoon the next day.

Sad truth is that I barely waited until now to hunt Nicole down. I’d actually meant to get started earlier but my fucking VP, Crusher, wouldn’t leave me alone. So, here I am pulling up to Nicole’s house with two prospects and Crusher. I don’t want him here, but the asshole wouldn’t stay behind. I could have insisted, but fuck I’m not ready to admit to myself why I don’t like it! I’m sure as hell not ready to show anyone else how fucked up in the head I am about this girl.

The chick that was with Nicole yesterday is out on the front porch, with her legs kicked out on the banister. Her hair is swept back in a ponytail and she’s looking damn fine in her cotton shorts and tank top. She grins when she sees us. Too bad my dick’s not interested in her. I have a feeling I’d make it in there a lot easier than I will with Nicole. Damn cock doesn’t even jerk though. For the most part, it hasn’t come to life at all. It hadn’t even shown much interest with the promise of a night with Lips. If Nicole can do that to me, after one kiss, what in the hell would happen if I manage to get more? There’s a question I might should worry about more than I am, actually.

“Well lookie here. What brings you boys back out this way?” the chick asks, bringing a coffee cup to her lips.

“Thought you girls could use some help cleaning this shit up,” I answer, trying to look around to see where Nicole might be.

“Well that would be nice,” she replies, watching me closely.

“Where’s your girl?”

“One of the servers quit at the Den and they needed her to start today instead of Friday. She’s working the lunch and dinner shift.”

Shit.

“Yo, Frog!” I yell. Frog comes up to stand beside me.

“This here is Frog, he’s due to be patched in next month. Anything you want done, Frog and the other two over here will do it.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply. I go to my bike and hop on. Unfortunately, I see Crusher doing the same.

Motherfucker!

“Hey, Dragon?”

I look up at the dark haired minx I know is silently laughing at me.

“Where are you headed?”

I ignore her, not bothering to answer. I just start my bike and the bitch actually laughs out loud. I flip her off and she laughs harder. I’m starting to like her. Go figure. It takes thirty minutes for me and Crusher to reach the Den. The bar hangs back on the Tennessee line and it’s the first bar we opened. During the day it is mostly a regular bar with food and drinks served. At night, we keep at least two dancers up on the bar where poles are installed. It does damn good business, and between it and the other three businesses Savage MC owns, the club has mostly gone legit. We still have our fingers in some shit though. I do that just to keep the bigger charters out of our territory and keep them further down in Georgia.

I know Nicole has no idea the club owns this place, or the house she rented. Hell, she’s so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the MC owns the whole damn town.

I walk in leaving Crusher to follow behind me. Irish is behind the bar. He jerks his head in greeting. I look around to see if I can spot Nicole and fuck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Her shorts are so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out. She has a tight little black tank top that shows the sides of her tits. Fuck! A man could get hypnotized with the way they sway when she walks. I sit down at a table in the back and watch as Crusher slowly makes his way to me. I should rename the bastard to hemorrhoids, because he’s a pain in my fucking ass.

“Get your goddamned eyes back in your head before I knock them back in,” I growl, when he eye-fucks Nicole the minute he catches sight of her.

Crusher tears his eyes from her and looks at me. Then he laughs his ass off.

“You seem awful territorial there Prez.”

Yeah so what? I thought, but don’t say out loud. I’m too busy watching Nicole come over to our table. She stumbles when she sees me, but to her credit she keeps coming.

“Boys,” she says. “You need a menu?”

“Two beers, house brand,” I answer quietly, watching her.

Her tongue darts out and her face takes on a light blush. She licks her lips and I nearly groan at the way my dick instantly springs up, demanding attention. She stares at me for a minute and then takes off back towards the bar.

I bother her.

The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been

dead, is currently sporting a raging hard-on. She bothers me too, at least I know I’m not alone.

“I take it you’re staking a claim?” Crusher says, and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. It pisses me off. Crusher is a good looking fucker, even I can admit that. If he presses it, would Nicole pick him over me? I’m rough around the edges, while Crusher is smooth and easy going. Just the type a little rich girl would prefer.

I nod looking him straight in the eye, and daring him to argue. I’m not about to give him the chance to move in. She doesn’t have a choice in this, because I don’t. My body won’t let me. She’s not going to have one. Either. Nicole is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Maybe I’ll let Crusher have her when I am done. I totally ignore the sour taste that thought leaves with me.

“Pity.”

“Are we going to have trouble over this shit?” I growl, watching the woman in question make her way through the room, back to our table.

“I’ll stand back, but if she doesn’t bite, she’s fair game.”

Not what I want to hear from the fucker, but more than I figured he would give me. I might be his best friend and his president, but when it comes to women, he is a wild card at best.

“Here you go boys, two Bourbon Barrel Ales. Can I get you anything else?”

“Sit and talk for a bit Mama.”

“Sorry I can’t. Don’t want to make a bad impression on my boss.”

She starts to turn around but I grab her wrist and haul her ass down on my lap. She tightens her body and her nails dig into the arm I have currently wrapped around her waist, holding her down. I keep her from getting up, because I know if I let go she will run. “Yo, Irish! Nicole’s out of commission for a few.” “Got it Boss-man.”

Nicole looks back at me then back toward Irish. She huffs and her blue eyes go large and wide, as understanding hits her.

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Usually,” I answer honestly.

“So you own this place?” she asks, and her nails stop biting into my arm. Fuck me! Does it make me more appealing if she knows I have money too? That tastes like bitter shit right there.

“The club does.”

She eyes me up and down. I hate that my having money impresses her, but the way she just wiggled her thick, perfect, ass on my lap is driving me crazy. I could drive nails with my cock by this point. I’m so hard, it’s painful.

She turns so she is straddling my lap, her hands come up around my neck and she pulls my face in closer. I grab hold of her hips and pull her down harder, grinding her against me.

Fuck, yes.

She moves her index finger along the side of my jaw line and down my neck. Her face moves closer to my ear and I can feel her hot breath.

“Mmm...Dragon, do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” I feel her teeth bite into the side of my ear.

“Carrying you into the back and fucking you seven ways to Sunday?” I answer, my eyes mesmerized by her breasts, as she rotates her hips against my body.

She pulls up on my lap so one leg is on the floor and bends the other so her knee is along the top of my thigh. Fuck why did I ever think she was innocent? There’s nothing innocent about the way.... “Giving me a damned good sexual harassment lawsuit you, asshole!” she growls, and then pushes her knee into my crotch. She doesn’t do it as hard as she could have, but damn it hurts. She pulls away, grabs her tray and turns her back on me.

“Irish, I’m back on duty.”

“Got it Nicole,” he says, and I know he’s laughing, but I can’t hear him over Crusher. Crusher is laughing so hard he has tears coming out of his eyes.

“Fuck that was fun to watch. I think I’m in love,” Crusher says, as he watches the little witch sashay around the bar taking orders. She has obviously been a waitress before. She’s damn good at it. Why a girl who drives a Mercedes is working as a waitress is beyond me. She is a puzzle and hell if that doesn’t make her more interesting. There’s also the fact that she resists

my advances, when I usually have bitches begging for me. I put the cold bottle of beer on my nuts, because damn it all to hell I needed to. I’m pissed off, but at the same time I am intrigued as hell. I like a battle. Nicole doesn’t know it, but she’s waving a red flag in front of a bull and I’m going to fucking charge.