My fingers danced around the rim of the shot glass. I lifted it up to eye level and swirled the clear brown liquid around. The shot of Jameson burned as it ran down my throat, warming my insides. I slammed the glass down on the bar and waved the bartender over.
Hunter and I had known each other since we were boys. I remembered us playing cops and robbers in the trailer park, the old people yelling at us to keep it down. Those were carefree days. Now Hunter owned the Stinky Goat and I joined the Devil's Hellions MC. It's weird how things turned out.
“Want another, Ares?” Hunter grunted, wiping the bar with a white towel. His long brown beard almost touched the floor.
I nodded and watched as he poured me another shot of whiskey. I nursed this one slowly, taking a few sips at a time. My head was already fuzzy and the room was spinning. Soon enough I'd be in the restroom puking my guts out into the nasty toilet. Maybe Joe's number was still scrawled up on the bathroom stall. I wouldn't mind taking that sweet ass of his again.
“Anymore and you won't be able to drive home,” Hunter said.
I grinned stupidly. Hunter knew me too well. “I think we passed that point a long time ago.” Hunter smiled and left the bottle of whiskey next to me. filled my glass again and took another drag. The alcohol churned in my stomach.
“Who looks good tonight?” a voice to the side said to me
I looked over to find Dagger sitting next to me at the bar. I wasn't sure if he'd been sitting there the entire time or not. He wore the same leather cut as me with a big Devil's Hellions devil on the back. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair and scratched the stubble hugging his chin. Dagger was the Vice President of the motorcycle club and he was the one that pushed me to become a prospect. Now I was a full-fledged member and there was no turning back.
I looked around the room at all the men and women. It was friday night and the bar was almost half-full. The Stinky Goat had become a become a popular hangout over the years for outlaws and degenerates. Hunter wasn't entirely pleased by the type of customers but he loved the cash it brought in.
I scanned through the crowd and recognized most of the men—that meant I'd slept with each and every one at least once or twice. I glanced back at Dagger. “Looks a little boring tonight.”
“How about that one?” Dagger pointed over my shoulder. My eyes followed his finger and landed on a guy with tattoo sleeves and one earring.
“Been there already—twice.” I took another sip of whiskey and let the alcohol relax me.
“And that one?”
“He likes to call me weird shit in bed.”
Dagger chuckled and seemed impressed. “Gotta love a guy that has serious issues.”
I could get any guy I wanted. It just came naturally to me. I had the uncanny ability to get boxers to drop to the floor. I'd been neck deep in ass ever since.
Dagger put his hand on my shoulder. “Okay hot shit, how about that looker over there?”
I gazed over and locked eyes with a red head I'd never seen before. He held a pool cue in his hands and bent over to take a shot. The view was glorious. I would definitely remember if I fucked him before.
“Now Dagger, that is one man I've never had.”
Dagger slapped me on the back. “Go get em' champ.”
I lifted my butt off the bar stool and had to hold onto Dagger to steady myself. My stomach was turning over and over again and it took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from throwing up. I took a deep breath and waited for the nausea to pass. I swaggered over behind the guy and slipped my hands around his waist.
I used my best line. “How about you come home with me and I'll show you a good time.”
He turned around and flushed, his hard chest heaving up and down. My pants tightened as my erection stiffened. This guy was smoking hot. He'd be moaning my name soon enough. Tonight was going to be fun.
A hand came down on my shoulder from behind. “You talking to my guy, motherfucker.”
Me? A motherfucker? Nobody talked to me that way.
My hands left the man's waist and I clenched my right fist. I spun around, swinging my elbow in the air until it connected with his face—except he stopped me. The guy was at least a foot taller than me, giant muscles breaking out of his tight shirt. I'd taken on bigger guys. The whiskey must have made me slow, because next thing I knew I was on the ground and his fists were pummeling my head. I tried to block as many of the blows as I could. Good thing about alcohol is that the more you drink, the less pain you felt.
I gathered myself and threw the attacker off me, slamming him into a table. Glasses of beer fell to the ground and shattered. Hunter was yelling at me to stop but he knew it was hopeless. A crowd had formed around, cheering us on. Everyone loved a good bar fight. The MC had taken notice and they were taking bets. I better get a cut of the money after I smashed this little guy into the ground.
I stood up and wiped blood from my lips. This guy was going to pay. The man we were fighting over looked right at me and gave me those dark brown eyes of his. A new fuel powered me. Taking him home and flooding him with my cum was the only thing keeping me going.
I swung right and left, hitting him over and over again in the jaw. My knuckles became bloodied and broken. I wouldn't be able to take much more without permanently damaging my hands. I needed them for riding.
Dagger threw me a beer bottle and I smashed it over the boyfriend's head, sending broken shards of glass flying. The man doubled over and fell to his knees. I used the opportunity to spit blood onto his head before ramming my knee into his face, knocking him on his back. I raised my hands over my head like a boxer winning the title.
I didn't even notice him grab a piece of the broken bottle.
Sharp, scolding pain hit my side and I screamed. I looked behind to find the boyfriend stabbing me again in the back. Another spike of pain and blood leaked out of me everywhere. My rage was uncontrollable. I swung around and broke the man's nose. The crunch was clearly heard throughout the bar. My vision was getting blurry and I was able to get one more punch in, dislocating his jaw. I fell to the ground, my own blood staining my white wife-beater. I'd won.
My MC came flying in, kicking and spitting on the boyfriend. They always had my back.
Hunter bent down over me and whispered in my ear but I couldn't hear a thing. That redhead was going to feel every inch of me tonight. I went to claim my prize but everything went to black.