DECK

The scene before me had the makings of a fucking bad comedy movie. The women were sitting in a semicircle with most of them holding some kind of sex toy. Or, in Callie’s case, straddling a sex doll wearing a flannel shirt. All were drunk or close to it except for Mia and my woman.

No, my woman had fucking tears in her eyes and looked embarrassed as fuck.

“Rainn, want to explain what I just heard,” I demanded, my tone harsh. Harsher than I would normally use on a woman close to the club, but right now, I didn’t give a single fuck. I wanted to know why she would humiliate Charlie that way. I didn’t give a shit about me. Yeah, Rainn and I have been together a few times. Mannix knew about it and was cool with it. He hooked up with other women, too. Their relationship was not exclusive. Charlie’s and mine, however, was and what we did in the bedroom was private between Charlie and me. And what I had done in the past was exactly that, the past.

Looking over my shoulder, I found Mannix staring at Rainn. I could see he was pissed off at her, but he also looked kind of happy. Why I had no fucking idea.

I, personally, was incredibly pissed off. The recon run had been a complete waste of time. Booth’s old commando leader knew nothing of any other bad shit going down over there or here, but he had heard about Lucky. Once we told him about the shit that was happening to the club, he promised to pull some strings and get some inside intel.

We had our own connections still, but since we were now civilians, it was harder to get our hands on classified stuff. Ford was good, but hacking into military databases was a definite last resort kind of a deal.

So, on the ride back to the compound, all I could think about was my woman and her tight wet, willing pussy and the new positions she wanted to try. Riding a motorcycle with a hard as fuck dick didn’t make for a pleasurable ride or a good mood, so to come into this shit… Yeah, I was fucking annoyed as fuck. Shiloh better not have seen any of this shit. I would be fucked if I got called to day care because Shiloh took a big, black fucking dildo for show-and-tell. 

“Deck, honey, it’s okay. Rainn didn’t mean anything by it,” Charlie tried to calm me, then looked over at Rainn and nodded her head vigorously at the redhead as if trying to get her to agree.

Watching Rainn, I saw her face was bright red. She was embarrassed. Well, so she should be. I was so pissed off. Never would I or any of the guys disrespect any of the girls by talking about how they were in bed. Mannix would have my balls if I did, and I knew that for a fact. He may not be able to commit to Rainn or even want to, but I knew he wouldn’t have anyone discussing her pussy or tits and how good they were.

“Ummm, ladies, I think this party needs to break up now.” Booth’s loud voice boomed from behind me. He was taking in the state of Stella, who was pretty drunk. The blonde-haired beauty was a favourite around the club and not just because of her kick-arse cooking skills and how clean she kept the club. We looked at her as a little sister.

I glanced at Booth one last time and saw as his mouth thinned and his eyes narrowed at her, but he wasn’t looking at her face. Even I could see her nipples were hard under her tight tank top.

Interesting, indeed.

That definitely wasn’t a big brother look coming from the pres. I just hoped Booth knew what he was doing. Pursuing Stella may not be the right thing, but from her obvious reaction to him watching her, if he didn’t pursue her, he might end up hurting her, anyway. Damn, have I grown a vagina?

Shaking off the soap opera drama of my club, I looked at Charlie. I was still not happy, but seeing her hug Rainn made it a little better. I was a son of a bitch when it came to holding a grudge, but when it came to my woman—yeah, fucking off the Richter scale. I made a mental note to have a chat with Rainn later about her oversharing personal shit.

“Squid,” I yelled.

The prospect sitting at the bar looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here right then. “Yeah, Deck.”

“Get these packed up, and then show the lovely Tori out, and make sure she gets back to the strip club in time for her shift.”

Squid slipped off his stool and walked over to the plethora of sex toys Tori brought with her.

I hoped the mountain of toys that were littering the table affected Charlie a little. My eye instantly landed on a pair of fluffy handcuffs. Oh, the possibilities, I thought wickedly and made a mental note to grab some.

Darth came into the room, amusement on his face as he took in Vegas, who was now straddling the blow-up man doll that, for some ridiculous reason, had on a flannel shirt. Callie had been ripped off the offending doll by Steel only minutes before, and then was thrown over his shoulder, taken from the room as she giggled all the way out—presumably, to the privacy of his room. It hadn’t escaped my attention that Mia was staring at them. The couple were both long gone out of sight, but she was still staring, and the hurt look told me more than I needed to know. Yeah, one vagina to go, please.

Darth took Vegas by the hand and helped her off the doll before throwing it unceremoniously at Squid.

“Where the fuck were you, motherfucker, while all this fuckery was going down?” Darth questioned the young prospect. Although Darth wasn’t an officer of the club, he was a full patch, and the prospects answered to him, also.

Squid looked at Darth like he had just grown three heads.

“Are you fucking kidding me, brother?” he said shaking his head, his eyes wide. “I had to watch your woman hold and fondle vibrators and blow up fucking truck driver inspired sex dolls. And, Deck, why doesn’t your woman know anything about ticklers,” he all but shouted at me.

Mannix let out a loud chuckle. “Dude, did you just say fondle?’’ he asked, which started a chain of laughter from the rest of us.

“Fucking arseholes. I’m out of here,” Squid mumbled to himself as he headed off in the direction of Tori.

“I know far too much about my SAA’s dick,” I heard him mutter to himself, which caused me to erupt into more laughter.

“Hey, that’s not nice, mister,” Charlie scolded. “He had to put up with a lot of things he will probably never be able to forget,” she said with a giggle. I could see she was over her embarrassing moment, but I needed to reassure her about what went down with Rainn and me.

“Come here, Sweetness.” I held out my arms, and she quickly moved into them. I instantly wrapped my arms around her and dropped my mouth to the top of her head, kissing her soundly and making her giggle. Next to Shiloh’s giggle, it was my favourite sound—well, next to her groans of pleasure when I was balls deep in her. My mind was taking the perfect direction to finish off the night. Too much drama and not enough fucking pleasure. “Ready for bed, Sweetness?” I whispered into her hair.

She didn’t respond with words, but her head nodded against my chest as she hummed excitedly.

Chuckling, I moved her out of my arms and took her hand. “Brothers, time for me and my woman to take it to bed. I suggest you all do the same. It’s a school night, and Creed, you are on the school run tomorrow with Charlie and Shiloh,” I reminded him.

As usual, Creed was on the outside of the action looking in, but not involving himself too much, always keeping us at arm’s length. I couldn’t help but compare this Creed to the old Creed. Back then, he smiled. Back then, he was living. It made me sad to think just how much he lost the day his wife died.

“Absolutely, Sarge,” he answered. Straightaway, he headed off to his room on the second level of the compound. Most of us were down on the first level, but Creed wanted to be alone. We never argued with him, just left him alone most of the time.