Arriving at the clubhouse, Dark excused himself and the brothers cloistered themselves in his office. Margaret found it amusing that the MC referred to their meetings as ‘church’. After grabbing a shower in Dark’s room, she headed to the bar.

“Another bitch wearing one of the president’s t-shirts. That’s just what we need around here.”

Standing up, Margaret pulled the shirt over her head and threw it at the mouthy young man.

He stood gaping at her. “What the fuck?”

Pulling out a twenty-dollar bill, she slapped it on the counter. “Get on your bike and go buy me another shirt. If I don’t like it, you’re gonna keep going back ‘til you find one I like.”

There were a half-dozen women sitting around the room and several more prospects playing pool, clearly, none were deemed important enough to attend church.

Standing with her hands on her hips, wearing her faded jeans and sports bra, she glared at the man.

“I don’t fetch and carry for bitches, even ones who fuck our president.”

“Then it’s a damn good thing I’m not a bitch.”

Dawg approached, mumbling in a low tone, “Dix, I don’t think you want to mess...”

Snapping her head to the second man, she stated flatly, “Dawg, I really like you, but I can speak for myself.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m all kinds of aware of that. I’d be happy to buy you a nice brand-new shirt.”

“Fine. Take the stupid disrespectful fucker with you, before I rearrange his face.”

“Who in the hell are you?”

Taking a threatening step towards the foolish man, she spoke, “I’ve already shot about a half a dozen man today. It’ll take a minute to get the extra notches scratched into the grip of my sniper rifle. When you get back, maybe you can help me with that little chore as well. I don’t like to be called a bitch, or Eagle Eye, or anything else except my name.”

“Look, you’re soundin’ all kinds of crazy. I don’t even know your name.”

“That should be your clue that I don’t want to talk to you. Go. And. Buy. My. Shirt. NOW.”

Dawg pulled him out the door. The minute the door closed, Margaret burst out laughing. The little dude was easy to intimidate. Several of the women smothered smiles and the men gaped at her. Sitting back down at the bar, one of the prospects hurried over to get her a drink.

A woman wearing a leather cut came over. Long black hair framed her pale delicate features. “You’re a crazy bitch, I’ll give you that much.”

The man behind the bar stated anxiously, “Didn’t you hear, she doesn’t like to be called that.”

Plopping down on the stool beside her, the woman eyed her with overt interest. “She doesn’t seem angry to me.” Extending her hand, she introduced herself. “Bethany Stokes, it’s nice to meet a woman with balls.”

“Margaret Henson, likewise.”

“So, what got stuck in your craw that you took out on our prospect?”

“You would not believe me if I told you.”

“Something to do with Dragonfly.”

Grinning, Margaret quipped, “Aren’t you just a girl in the know.”

“My old man’s the Sergeant at Arms. He mentioned that they rescued some chick who was forced to be a sniper. When you mentioned sniping people today, if figured it was you.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely me. I guess I got my bellyful of ignorant men feeling like they can treat me in any disrespectful way they want because I’m a woman. Your little Dix was just the last straw.”

“I feel that way about men sometimes too.”

Margaret sighed, “I don’t see why everyone can’t be as nice as Dark.”

Sputtering into her glass, the woman choked a little. “Yeah, that would sure be something.”

“I’ve decided that the next man who calls me a bitch is in for a rude awakening. I’m going to turn him in my own personal bitch, and we’ll see how he likes that.”

Drumming the table with her hands, the woman grabbed a shot and lifted it towards Margaret. “Here, here. I’ll drink to that.”

Margaret snatched a shot off the table and clinked it against hers. They both downed them at the same time. When the prospect tried to refill it, she turned her shot glass upside down. “That’s it for me, handsome. I can’t kick ass and take names if I’m falling down drunk.”

Several women crowded around and the conversation spun out about who each of them was and who they were hitched to.

An hour or so later, Dawg and Dix walked back in with a handful of bags. Pulling out the first one, Dix held it up with a smirk. She shook her head. “Pink unicorn? I should kick your ass for suggesting it.”

“I told him that would be a no go.”

Margaret tossed him an amused look at Dawg, “Are you always such a boy scout?”

“Yes, ma’am, except when it comes to club business.”

“Then you turn into a rabid dog?”

“That’s what they say.”

“Next.”

Dix dug back into his cotton candy colored bags and came out with a belly shirt. It was sunny yellow with a disgustingly adorable smiling kitten on it.”

“Keep it moving, slick. Just for being cute, I’m making you wear one of these shirts the rest of the night while you tend bar.”

“Aww, come on. It ain’t even my night to serve.”

Pawing through the bag, he came up with a black one. It had the image of mud flap with the traditional woman’s body silhouetted against it.

“You’re getting warm.”

“We only got one left.”

Dawg leaned forward, “It’s the one I picked.”

Pulling it out, Dix held it up, “Mine, mine, mine.” Snatching it from the smiling man’s hand, she pulled it over her head.

Dawg stood digging his toe into a crease in the wooden floor. “I heard they called you Eagle Eye. Around here, everybody gets called something else. As far as road names go, that’s a good one, ‘cause you’re a sharpshooter.”

“Dawg, you are just about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. I hope some woman here gives you a good sexing tonight.” Turning to Dix, her gaze turned mischievous, “Now what should we do with our naughty boy, who mistakenly thinks he has a sense of humor?”

“Aww, come on, Eagle Eye. I paid for my snark already. I’m real sorry.”

“Not sorry enough.”

One woman walked up. “I think we should all get to swat his naked ass, Eagle Eye.”

Rubbing her chin, Margaret thought about it and decided she liked the way her nickname sounded on their lips, almost reverent. “I’ve got it. We have a nice Dawg. What we need is a cat. Wear the nice kitten shirt and your underwear, and nothing else. Get on the bar and dance for us.”

“Fuck, no.”

“There’s a built-in reward. Instead of sticking dollars in your briefs, we’ll all write notes with IOU’s.”

When he looked confused, she clarified, “We all write something nice we’re willing to do for you for the privilege of watching you dance. I’ll start the evening by agreeing to snipe the person of your choice in the leg.”

His expression turned fascinated. “You’re saying, if dance for you wearing my underwear and a kitten shirt, you shoot anyone I want in the leg from a far away distance?”

“Sure, why not. He has to be a bad guy though.”

“Fuck yes, I’m all over this deal. I ain’t never had a woman snipe anyone for me.” As he began tearing off his clothing, Bethany chimed in, “I’m writing free cookies every week for a year.”

Dawg complained, “I was a little bad. Can’t I get in on this deal?”

Bethany looked at her and shrugged, “Why the hell not?”

“Yes is our answer to your offer. Strip, handsome.”

Suddenly, there was around a dozen women in the room, pushing the other prospects out of the way. The guys were on the bar inside of two minutes strutting their stuff, getting more excited by the minute. Someone turned the music up. A small pad and pencil landed on the bar in front of her and Margaret scribbled out her two IOU’s.

Just as she was cramming them in each guy’s briefs, Dark thundered from the doorway. “What in the fuck is going on here.”

Dix was the first to speak up, “It’s all my fault, Prez. I smarted off to Eagle Eye and this is my punishment, but it’s okay cause I got this.” Pulling out the small slip of paper that she just slid into the side of his briefs, he waved it in the air proudly. “This entitles me to one free sniping of the person of my choice.”

When Dark’s curious eyes turned on her, she shrugged, “We’re were just blowing off steam. It’s been a shitty day.”

“Now, your offerin’ free snipes as a party prize?”

“In the leg and only if it’s a bad person.”

A hint of a smile ghosted across his lips, “Well, hell, I guess that makes it okay then.”

“Don’t be a grouch. Come sit with me.”

Twirling his hand in the air, he stated, “Laugh it up, clowns. Tomorrow it’s back to business as usual.”

Sitting down beside her, a whiskey landed in front of him, along with a cold beer. Downing the shot immediately, he commented dryly, “Shit woman, I give you a couple of hours on your own and you take over my clubhouse in a bloodless coup.”

“I kind of like it here.” Cutting her eye to the energetic prospects still dancing their asses off on the bar, she murmured, “Sorry about playing with your toys without permission.”

“No harm, no foul. Those idiots deserve what they get.” His eyes slide over her appreciatively. “I like the t-shirt, by the way. It suits you.”

Looking down at the huge eagle eye peering out of a strange tribal design on the shirt, she murmured, “Dawg’s choice. Have I mentioned that I really like that dude? You should vote him right in. Dix is a bit of dick, but he’s trainable though.”

“You’ve got good instincts. That was my assessment as well.”

“So, what do you do for fun?”

“When half naked prospects aren’t dancing on my bar? I shoot pool, throw darts, target shoot out back, ride my bike, cook out on the grill. What are you looking for in terms of fun, ‘cause I could list shit all night long?”

“I’m waiting for you to get to the sexy stuff.”

“I don’t normally keep a girlfriend. I get hand jobs and sucked off on a regular basis around here. I try not to get attached because every woman here wants something from me.”

“I’ll bet they do,” Margaret purred her reply in a seductive voice.

“I don’t mean sex. They like dating the club president.”

“Kid yourself if you want, but I imagine any woman who’s had a taste of your luscious body is only thinking about getting a little more.”

Taking a draw off his beer, his gaze became heated. “Is that what you’re thinking? That you’d like a little more of me?”

“You better believe it.”

“Do you do public?”

Shaking her head, “Not usually. I like quiet time with my dude. I don’t like his eyes on anyone but me. I guess I’m greedy that way.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little modesty. Too many women around here let it all hang out night and day. Want to come with me?”

“I’ll go where you lead if it means spending a little one-on-one time with you.”

Grabbing a fresh beer in one hand and joining his other with hers, he led her upstairs. She caught Bethany’s approving look as she walked by. Margaret gave her a friendly wink, leaving the woman beaming.

Closing the door to his room, Dark looked at her.

“What do you want from me?”

“I’d love to suck you off, but I’m open to suggestions.”

“I mean, why are you with me?”

“Don’t get all weird on me now, Dark. You know I don’t have anything real to offer a man right now, therefore I’m not asking for anything in return. Can’t we just enjoy each other’s company for however long we have?”

“You’d be the first woman that ever just wanted me.”

“I don’t know what to tell you about that, handsome. Maybe the women here are screwed in the head or something. I just want you. I promise, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, he jerked his chin for her to come to him.

Running his hand along her cheek and down to her throat, he spoke softly, “You’re a beautiful woman. Were you serious about sucking me or were you just trying to rile me up?”

Clearly, it was going to take some talking to convince him. Peeling him out of his leather cut, she folded it and draped it over the back of a chair. Lifting his crisp white t-shirt, she pulled it over his head and tossed it on the chair as well. Running her hand over his chest, she murmured, “You’re a sexy man. You’re also honest, and say exactly what’s on your mind. I don’t know if you’re aware of it or not, but that’s a rarity these days.”

Working his pants open, she nuzzled his neck. “You see, it takes courage to say what you think instead of what you believe others want to hear. You’re ballsy that way. Just thought you might want to know one of the things I like best about you.”

Grasping his now rock-hard rod, she gave him a nice languid stroke. “I might be one of many women who are after your cock, but I have to admit to liking the man it’s attached to even more.”

Fisting his hands in her hair, he kissed her roughly. Tangling tongues with the man was getting to be one of her favorite sports. She could feel his body practically vibrating with excitement. Pulling back, she kissed her way down his gorgeous muscular torso, enjoying every single bump in his taut six pack. Running the backside of one finger up his happy trail almost made him laugh. He’s ticklish. Margaret found herself absurdly charmed by that small tidbit.

Looking up at him, she painted his rod with her soft wet tongue. Teasing the bulging veins running down his manhood, proved to be a sexy distraction. She wrapped one hand around the base of his rod and teased his balls with the other, driving his need higher and higher. Watching his face glaze over with dark desire was nothing short of intoxicating.

Margaret liked stealing away all his control, making him bend to her will. Being a naturally assertive woman who’d been forced to sublimate herself for months, made her even more eager to exercise a little control over her life. Dark not only allowed it but seemed to enjoy tossing the control back and forth during a romantic encounter. Only a man truly secure in his manhood would get a thrill out of a woman being sexually assertive.

His hand fisted in her hair as a look of pure male possessiveness slipped onto his face. “Stop or taste me.” Finding it sweet that the big scary biker felt the need to warn her, she took him deep and swallowed.

Dark’s hand fisted tighter. The tiny prickles of pain were not something she’d normally get off on, but it flipped all the right switches today, making her even more wet for him. Gently squeezing his sack, she made the swallowing motion he liked so well. He came with a growl, rubbing himself slightly over her tongue. Something about the way he was holding her hair and moving made her clit tingle with need.

Pulling her up, Dark devoured her mouth. Suddenly, she was being dropped onto the bed. She felt the soft mattress come up under her back. The sexy man had her naked in less than a minute and stood staring down at her. Jesus, he was already at half-mast again.

“You like me, do you? Well, I plan to see if I can up the ante to something a little better than like.” Dropping to his knees, he pulled her forward slightly. Leaning forward, he stuck his tongue in her belly button. “Umm, you taste like a beautiful woman.”

She liked that her being a sniper didn’t matter so much to him. Within moments, his tongue had drifted down to tease her tender bud. Between his talented fingers and even more talented tongue, he ripped an orgasm from her in record time. It was so like Dark not to be satisfied with making her scream his name once. He did it over and over until she begged him to stop.

Crawling up her body, he slid home with a firm stroke. “Yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

Teasing the back of her ear with little nips, he made her clench tight. “Learning all your sweet spots is turning out to be my kind of fun.”

Wiggling back and forth on his rod, she caught him by surprise, making him gasp. “Again,” he demanded roughly. Glad for the opportunity to give him back some of the intense pleasure he was dishing out, she did. Only he rolled his hips and thrust into at the same time, hitting her g-spot along the way. Rewarded with the most intense jolt of pleasure she’d ever known in her life; the maneuver gave a whole new meaning to the term screwing.

After a few strokes, they worked out the rhythm and didn’t come up for air for a very long time. Laying in a limp, wet mess beside him gasping for breath, she spoke, “I’ve never had such an intense workout in the sack that I broke a sweat.”

“Then you’ve never lived. We’re gonna be doing this all the time.”

“You’ve got good stamina.”

“You mean for an old dude?” Rolling over on his side, he looked at her.

“I wish you’d stop listening to that son of yours. You’re hot and sexy. No woman in her right mind would think of you an old dude.”

Grinning, he murmured, “You’re going the right way for a nice makeup fuck.”

Giggling, she gave him a chaste pick on the lips. “I need a shower, food, and a ride on that bike of yours, then we’ll talk about me riding your dick again.”

“Stop reading my mind, you sexy bitch.”

“I already made your boy Dix dance half-naked wearing a kitten shirt for calling me a bitch. You sure you want to go there?”

Rolling over on top of her, he sucked on one nipple before answering, “I called you a sexy bitch. There’s a difference.”

“A sexy bastard like you just might be able to get away with that every now and then if he’s real careful.”

Rolling his hips, he slid inside her. “I’ll make it up to you with a little quickie.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re always going to get your sexy way with me?”

Pulling out, he looked down with pure mischief playing across his face. “Because I am.” He slammed himself straight in with no twist, proving that any kind of sex with him was better than sex with any other man.