We have been cruising the streets day and night, looking for any sign of Los Demonios. Those fuckers have caused major headaches the past few days. We’ve got a run coming up soon. I don’t want them to cause any issues, which is why we’ve all been working twice as hard to flush them out. On top of that, the men are tired. Everyone has been on some type of watch duty.

When I got to the shop, dragging my own tired ass behind me this morning, I decided to approach Jake and ask him to let the brothers unwind at the clubhouse tonight. He agreed everyone needed to let loose, so the prospects have first watch along with a couple others who volunteered.

It’s been a long ass week, and all I wanted was some whiskey in my veins and my cock in some pussy, and that’s exactly what I got when I rode out to my club’s compound, and a party was already in full force.

* * *

Waking the next morning I see the sun is just beginning to come through the window in my room. I roll over to the side of my bed in search of my pants to retrieve my phone. Seeing it’s only six thirty, I’ve got plenty of time for a shower. When I go to get out of bed I feel an arm snake around my waist. Jerking my head over, I look behind me and see Cassie.

“Come back to bed baby.”

“What the fuck you still doing here?”

“I fell asleep,” she purrs.

“You know the fuckin’ rules, Cassie. Get the fuck out.”

I get out of bed, heading to the bathroom. “I want you gone by the time I get out.”

After I’ve showered away the smell of cheap perfume and booze, I walk out of the bathroom and notice Cassie has left. Bitch is starting to get too fuckin’ clingy. It looks like I may need to find some new pussy.

Sometimes women come here and think being one of our whores is their way into becoming an old lady. They soon realize that it’s not going to happen. Some of them even go as far as trying to get pregnant, lying about birth control and poking holes in condoms. I don’t play that shit. I’m not looking for an old lady, and the last thing I need is a kid.

After getting dressed and pulling on my cut, I head out into the main room that houses our bar, several pool tables, a few couches, and a small stage that we use for various forms of entertainment.

I see Austin behind the bar putting on a couple of pots of coffee. As a prospect, he has the displeasure of having to be up early to tend to the brothers and clean up from the party the night before.

I see a few of my brothers sitting around drinking their coffee before they too head to work. Gabriel is sitting in his usual chair in the corner of the room where he can see everything going on around him.

I grab a cup of coffee, taking it outside. I need some fresh air. I walk over to one of the picnic tables sitting out front and sit by myself for a bit before heading into work.

Walking into work, I see Quinn is already here.

“Morning,” he says.

“How’s it going, man? Jake here yet?”

“Yeah, in his office.”

I make my way to the back where his office is. Seeing his door already open I walk in.

“Mornin’, Logan.”

“Hey, Prez. I need you to order a filter intake kit and some shocks for that Dyna that was brought in yesterday.”

“Sure, I’ll put the order in today.”

“Thanks, Jake.”

I turn to leave, but he stops me. “Logan”

I turn back to face him.

“I hired someone to come work the front desk. She’ll be here Monday morning.”

Confused, I ask, “What for? We’ve never had anyone work the front before.”

“We do now.”

“Okay, Prez,” I say, shrugging my shoulder. I’m not going to question his intentions on this. I know Jake and if he has hired someone to work here, it’s not without reason.

Walking back out into the bay area of the garage, I see Quinn under the hood of a Nissan. We are a custom bike shop, but being the only local garage, we also offer basic services such as oil changes and car repairs.

“Jake tell you about the new hire? I for one think it’s a great idea. I need something besides your ugly fuckin’ mug to look at all day.” Quinn snickers.

“Shut the fuck up and get to work, asshole.”

“What’s up your ass this morning? Would it have anything to do with Cassie leaving your room this morning, looking like she wanted to murder someone?”

“The bitch is starting to get clingy and she needed to be put back in her place.”

“Yeah, man...a bit of advice. You need to watch that one. She’s got her sights set on you brother, and these women will do some crazy shit to get a brother to claim them. Clubwhores are some fuckin’ shady bitches,” he says before getting back to working on the Nissan.

* * *

After getting off work, I decide I’m not in the mood to go to the clubhouse tonight. I just want some fucking peace and quiet. Some of the brothers like to drink and party in order to unwind. Not me though. I need quiet, so I can think, and get my head on straight. Coming home I realize I have nothing to eat, so before going to the store, I decide to grab a quick shower. When I’m done, I pull on my cut and grab my truck keys.

In the store, I make my way down each aisle, grabbing all the shit I need. Standing in the checkout, I notice the chick in front of me.

Standing there with her back to me, I let my eyes roam over her body. She has deep brown wavy hair and can’t be more than five-foot-two. My eyes drift further south until I stop, getting a good look at her ass. Fuck, she’s small but curvy.

The blonde girl standing beside her notices me openly checking out her friend and elbows her.

When she turns around, I’m blinded by the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen, framed by long dark lashes that lock on mine. Suddenly I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. Fuckin’ gorgeous.

I watch her eyes appraise me, taking in every inch. When her eyes meet mine again, I see a flash of desire, liking what she was looking at.

I give her a knowing smile, before I drop my eyes to her cleavage, taking in the rest of her.

Her cheeks turn red, and she quickly turns back around.

While I’m loading my stuff in the back of my truck, my mind is still on the hazel-eyed beauty. My cock goes half hard just thinking about those perfect fuckin’ lips, and how they would taste. It’s been years since a woman has grabbed hold of my attention like this. Not since that bitch Stephanie. And even she didn’t affect me like this. No, the beauty in the store about knocked me on my ass with one look.

Being a grown man, I now realize what I had with Stephanie wasn’t true love. What hurt the most about losing her wasn’t about losing love, it was about the betrayal.

Pushing those thoughts away, I climb in my truck and make my way home.

That night as I’m lying in bed, I can’t get my mind off the girl from the store. Fuck, what is it about her?

A two-minute encounter and she is already under my skin. I should be kicking my own ass for not getting her number. Truth be told it’s for the best. I refuse to let another woman in, giving her the power to destroy me. And I have no doubt this woman would slay me.

Closing my eyes, I imagine her on her knees, her perfect fuckin’ lips wrapped around my cock.

Reaching into my boxers, I wrap my hand around my hardening length. Using the little bit of precum that’s at the tip, I spread it all over as I begin stroking myself. I imagining her hair wrapped around my fist as those big, lust-filled eyes look up at me while she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

It doesn’t take long before I’m growling out my release and jets of cum landing all over my stomach.

Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I came so hard.

After taking a moment to get my breathing under control, I get up and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Going back to my bed I sit on the edge, running my hands through my hair, staring out my window, watching the wind stir the lake waters.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never had a woman affect me like this. All it took was one look, now look at me, fuckin’ jerking off like some goddamn teenager.

Lying back down in my bed, I look over at the clock and see it’s after midnight already.

Shit, I’ve got to be at work early tomorrow to finish up that bike. I need to get my head straight. The last thing I need is to be distracted by some woman. Tomorrow I’ll get me some new pussy and forget all about this chick.

When my eyes become heavy and sleep finally takes me, visions of hazel eyes are the last thing I remember.

* * *

The next morning, I step out on my porch with a coffee, breathing in the cool morning air. The sun is just starting to come up, painting the sky in a mixture of purple and orange, casting its reflection on the lake.

Buying my house was the best investment I ever made. I saved for years while living at the clubhouse and as soon as I had enough, I jumped at the chance to get a place to myself out here.

When you live the kind of life I do, you need a quiet place like this to come home to. My home is my sanctuary, and I won’t share it with just anyone. One day I’ll have someone to share all this with. At that thought, visions of a brown-haired angel come to mind. Angel...that’s exactly what she looked like, with her big expressive eyes and full lips.

Sighing, I push those thoughts from my mind and head inside to get ready for work.

Pulling up at the garage, I park in my usual spot. Walking through the bay doors I can hear female laughter. I stop in my tracks when I see the dark haired beauty from the store standing beside Quinn.