“You want your usual?” Heather asks. I tip my chin in response. “What about you, Jenni? Can I make you a drink?”
Her body tenses. “Oh, Lord no. The last time you served me your drinks, my head was split in two the next morning.”
Heather drags a glass through the tub of ice and sets it on the bar, filling it with water. “That means you aren’t drinking them enough. You’ve got to build up your tolerance. Can’t do that if you’re not drinking.” Giving her a wink, she pushes the glass towards Jenni.
Jenni takes the glass from Heather. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Brass thought it was better to bring in some locals to help with sniffing that fucker out, so Cut called in some men from Vegas to help with getting our mark identified. These guys that Cut called in aren’t bikers. They don’t know our lifestyle or what shit these walls have seen, but right now with all the tits and ass showing, I’m sure those gold bands that I see on their left ring fingers are tightening like a fucking noose. Laughing to myself, I take a draw of my beer, swallowing the liquid.
“Hey, sexy.”
My eyes close at the sound of her voice, and the conversation that Jenni’s having with Heather stops. The sharpness of her nails pokes through the fabric of my thermal as she runs them up my arm. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she rasps in my ear. I swear I even felt the tip of her tongue, licking me.
I pull back and take in the chick Hawk and I shared not so long ago. Her hair is pulled up, but strands have fallen down around her neck. Her eyes are rimmed dark with black shit, her red lipstick slightly smeared. I’m sure one of these fuckers has the remnants of her lipstick around their cock.
I ain’t got no time for this, and I don’t want to drag Jenni into any of my shit with any of these bitches. We’re supposed to be here celebrating a victory, not walking through the history of each and every pussy I’ve had the pleasure of sticking my tongue in. Having The Fallen around is one thing. Jenni seems to be all right with my history with those girls. She’s learned to look the other way when it comes to my past indiscretions with them, probably because she formed a friendship before we started fucking. It’s the bitches that come in off the street or the ones that we pick up at local bars that can be a problem because they don’t know club life and they don’t get what the fuck we’re about around here.
Pushing her hands from me, I give her a stern stare. “What the fuck do you want?” My eyes scan the area, looking for Hawk, hoping like shit that he’ll grab her so I don’t have to deal, but that fucker’s been gone more than he’s been here.
She straightens her shoulders, licking her lips while her eyes drag down my body and land on my crotch. I can see the heat in her eyes and recognize exactly what she’s thinking. I know how her mouth feels while she’s wrapped around my cock, and how fucking hard she sucks. Just the thought makes my balls tighten. It’s fucking wrong, but I’m a man, and I can’t help the shit that goes through my mind. It’s nature, plain and simple.
“I thought you’d like a good time. Made a trip especially for you.” She winks.
Next to me, I hear Jenni gasp—or maybe gag. Jenni’s body leans into my arm. “She made a trip especially for you, Lick,” she whispers in my ear. Her voice brings chills to my body. This chick standing before me, tits hanging out, ready for me to do whatever the hell I’d like to her, does nothing compared to the innocent, quick-witted girl next to me.
“Sorry, babe, my dick is otherwise occupied.” I purposely roll my head towards Jenni, giving her a wink. Standing to my full height, I take a small step towards her. “Don’t waste my time by dragging your talons down my body as if your touch does anything to me. You’re just the trash I was wasting my time on until what I needed came knocking on my door. You can take your nasty ass elsewhere.”
Anger flashes in her eyes as she swipes her hand through the air, making a beeline for my face. Catching her hand before it touches my flesh, my eyes narrow in on her. I hear cursing coming from behind the bar. My blood heats with anger towards this bitch who thinks she has a right to raise her hand to me. For what? Because my words speak the truth?
“I don’t fucking think so.” Squeezing her wrist one last time, I let go.
Her lips turn up at the corners. “Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow before giving me a swift kick. Right in my fucking balls.
Instantly, nausea hits my throat, and I can’t breathe as my eyes fucking water. I swear to God, I can see my bitch of a mother laughing her ass off. “You fucking cunt,” I grit through my teeth. Taking deep breaths, I grab my junk to make sure I’ve still got feeling. If she broke anything, I’m not going to be responsible for the damage I’ll cause her and whoever’s in the vicinity. This bitch has fucked with the wrong dude.
I hear the stool next to me scrape against the floor, and brown curls flood my blurry vision as they pass in front of me. Jenni pushes Gillian by the shoulders, knocking her to the floor. Following her to the ground, Jenni lands on the torso of the bitch. “How dare you touch my man!” You apologize!” Jenni commands.
“I don’t think so, bitch.”
Gillian struggles to get out of my little hellion’s grasp. She may be tiny, but Jenni has some fight in her. The entire club is now watching the exchange, and it finally dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve ever had someone defend me like this. I’ve always been on my own, never needing my brothers to watch my back. I know that if the need ever arises, they wouldn’t hesitate, but I’ve been lucky and haven’t had to deal with it.
I’m done with this shit, so I bend over and wrap my arms around Jenni’s middle, lifting her away from the bitch on the floor. Her adrenaline is still high because she continues to fight against my hold.
“Easy, Sugar Tits,” I whisper before placing a kiss to her temple. Looking at the now panting Gillian still on the floor, I push my boot into her heel, getting her attention. “It looks like your time here at Fury is over. Don’t ever step foot on this property, or sit on the bike of any member of this MC again. You see us on the street, you walk the other way. You see anyone wearing our cut, you duck your head. You see us out, any fucking one of us, you will not approach us. Next time you see me outside of these walls, you better turn around and run.”
With Jenni still in my arms, I turn and leave the clubhouse, taking my hellcat home.