The sun cascading through my window has me struggling to open my eyes. I can still taste liquor on my tongue, and the hand of a woman lies on my torso. Hesitantly I turn my head toward her, cursing when I make out it’s Honey beside me, one of the new whores who hangs out at the club.
She’s been following me around the club, but I haven’t been interested, she’s too young and too skinny for my liking. I like a real woman, one who knows how to pleasure a man, not hesitate every time my cock is in her mouth. But last night I got wasted. The party the boys threw me was one of the craziest one’s I’d see in a while. It may have something to do with the fact that Jasmine, Luisa, Tess, and all the other ol’ ladies weren’t there. This was just a boys’ thing.
Without any delay I head to the bathroom and take a shower, needing to get myself sober for the long ride ahead. I haven’t told Hazel that I’m coming to visit, I wanted to surprise her. Smiling to myself and busy shampooing my hair, I don’t hear the shower door opening, but catch sight of Honey when she steps in.
She runs her hands down my soapy back. “Hey, baby, want a hand?”
With my back facing her front, I tilt my head forward, washing away the leftover shampoo. Her hands wrap around my waist and her palms flatten against my chest. I don’t reply to her offer, right now I just need to get out of here and on the open road.
Honey’s body is flush against mine, and I can feel her hard nipples against my back. Maybe just one fuck before I go. Her tongue flicks out and licks my neck while her hands slide down my body to my cock, which is already hard. Not in the mood to play any games, I grasp her hands in mine then turn to face her, pushing her up against the tiled wall. She smiles, then her mouth turns into an O shape when I lift her by her thighs and wrap them around me. With one easy thrust I’m inside her, fucking her hard and fast.
Her moans are loud, echoing around the small, steamy bathroom. Her blonde hair is up in a ponytail, so I withdraw, turn her body around, and demand, “Hands on the wall.” She turns to look over her shoulder at me, grinning, like it’s the best fucking thing she’s ever heard. Pulling her ponytail in one hand, my other gripping her waist, I sink back into her wet pussy, knowing from her body’s signals she’s already close to coming. She wants to fuck? Well, she’s going to get a fucking.
Slapping her ass, I thrust inside her again, watching my cock as it connects with her core. Her back is arched, giving me the best angle to thrust up, filling her completely. My mind begins to automatically wander to Jasmine, and trying desperately to not go there, I bite down on my lip and shake my head, trying to concentrate on what’s in front of me—seeing Honey’s bony back and tiny waist nearly has me pulling out of her and forgetting this whole thing, but I’m only human and will take whatever I can get. So, in the end I push on, and fuck her until I have her crying out her release. Before I come I pull out and pump my cock, allowing my seed to drip all over her back and ass. I’m not stupid enough to come inside her, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what tricks these whores plan, and getting one of them pregnant so I feel obliged make them my ol’ lady is not a risk I’m willing to take.
Once done, I rinse myself off, and step out of the shower when I hear Honey’s request for me to wash her. Ignoring her, I wrap a towel around my waist and head out into my bedroom, hurrying the fuck up so I don’t have to see her when she comes out. I know it sounds like an ass thing to do, but I’ve got shit to do. She knows how it works here at the club—she’s here because she wants to be fucked by a brother, and that’s exactly what I did. Fucked her.
Quickly dressing in my ripped denim jeans, white tee and cut, I put some socks and my boots on and then look in the mirror. I usually like to take time on my hair, but right now that’s gonna have to wait. With that decision made, I slide my fingers through it and head out front, hoping that Daisy’s out there, with a hot pot of coffee brewing.
Walking out to the main room, I notice some of my brothers still out cold—on the sofa, pool table, and floor. Some chicks are naked and lying on top of them, or just passed the fuck out. Seeing Daisy at the bar, I smile at her and take a seat.
“Coffee, honey?” she asks, smiling back at me.
“Yes, please.”
“You guys sure partied hard last night,” she says as she places a steaming cup of black coffee in front of me.
I gladly accept it, smiling as I take a sip, remembering how Bear left with a woman on each arm last night.
“Well, if it isn’t the nomad.”
“Nomad?” I repeat, recognizing Bear’s voice behind me.
He squeezes my shoulder then sits down beside me. Although Bear is slim, he’s the biggest fucking man I know. Not that long ago, he got a bit of a what I like to call a makeover. Which I tease him like hell about, of course. His hair’s been cut to shoulder length and is slicked back. If it’s not down, it’s up in one of those man bun things. I don’t know where he and Hawke get their shit hairdos from. Bear’s also let his beard grow, to the point that it touches his chest, and the guy even maintains it with some oil shit that keeps it thick and glossy. I can’t make too much fun of him, though, because I too like to take pride in my appearance, especially with my hair. It’s shaved on the sides and longer at the top, allowing the ladies to pull at it when I’m fucking them.
Since Bear and I joined the Blood Brothers, he’s been working out hard on the weights, and now and then spars with me in the club’s gym. I like to keep myself fit by training every day and sparring with a brother at night, but the only one I’m easy on is Bear, and he knows it. The fucker is tall and his shoulders are wide—wide enough that you have to question if he’s going to fit through a door—but I can still take him. I may be smaller but I’m stronger, and much lighter on my feet.
“So, you’re really leaving us?”
Sighing, I sit up straight and twist my stool to face him. “Yep, in about an hour.”
He eyes we wearily. “Want some company?”
Raising my eyebrows, I reply, “You wanna come, and leave all this?” glancing around the club.
He smirks. “Fair point.” Then running his hand through his hair, he asks in all seriousness, “How long you think you’ll be away?”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I think on his question. When I look up at him, weariness fills me. “Don’t know, brother, as long as it takes.”
He slaps my back and nods in understanding. “You tell Hazel I said hey.” I don’t miss the glint in his eyes when he says my sister’s name. He’d never admit it, but I’ve seen the way he used to look at her back home. I’d kill him if he ever tried something, because she deserves better than a biker boy who’s on a run whenever the club needs you. No, Hazel deserves the fairy tale—the white picket fence, her kids running around the place, and beside her a man who loves her. Not saying Bear isn’t a great guy, because he is, he’s my brother, but he can never give her what she deserves.
“Trigger, man, you off soon?”
I glance behind Bear’s shoulder and notice Tracker walking into the clubhouse.
Shaking his hand and bringing him in for a hug, I say, “You’re back?”
“Yeah,” he says scratching his scruff. “Prez called me last night and told me you were leaving. I had some business I had to take care of.”
“More like some pussy,” Bear teases, and I don’t stop Tracker from smashing Bear in the ribs with his fist. Although Tracker doesn’t say it, we know he has a woman out north in some town called Vixen Falls. He met her back when he was out looking for his brother, Tate. His brother left town to join the Sinner’s MC club, with no word to Tracker about his plan. Back then Tracker used to work for the FBI, so we get that Tate didn’t want to mention he was joining a club, but fuck, that’s his brother, man. When Tracker headed to Vixen Falls searching for him, he ran into some woman. And that’s all we know. We don’t have a name because he never talks about her. We only found out because Tate happened to mention it one night at the club when he was pissed as fuck. Why Tracker’s keeping it a secret, I have no clue. Does he think we won’t approve? I have no idea. Every time I go to mention it, he changes the subject. I guess when he’s ready he’ll tell us. We deserve to meet the woman.
“Tracker, baby, where have you been?”
Tash walks through the compound and slides up against Tracker, pulling on the back of his bandana. Tracker is a good-looking man, mocha skin, light eyes, and black hair. We used to think he was Jamaican or something. Turns out his background is Spanish, though. Tash is another one of the club’s whores. She’s pretty and all, with bronze-colored skin, hazel eyes, and long brown hair, with a body that’s rounded in all the right places. Could Tash have anything to do with him not speaking of his woman? We don’t judge a brother until he’s made a woman his ol’ lady, and from what we know, he hasn’t gone there yet.
Tash whispers into Tracker’s ear, and he smiles wide. “Brothers, I’m gonna have to leave you both, seems I’ve got some lost time I need to make up for.”
“Before you go, Tracker, man, I need to have words with you,” I say, not wanting to let Tracker go before I tell him that I’m leaving for a while, not just heading off on a quick run.
His eyebrows shoot together, then he slaps Tash’s ass and tells her he’ll meet her in his room. She pouts her lips but does as he says, taking off toward the corridor to the brothers’ rooms.
Grabbing a stool, he slides it over so he’s sitting in front of us. “Coffee, Tracker?” Daisy asks.
“Sure, thanks, Daisy.” He grabs the mug out of her hands and takes a sip. “So, what have I missed?” he asks, his eyes travelling from me to Bear and then back to me.
I sigh and place my mug on the bar. “I’m leaving today, don’t know how long for, just going out to see my sister for a while.”
His eyebrows raise. “What do you mean, you don’t know how long for? How long does it take to see your sister? And why didn’t I know you had one?”
“Had what?”
“A sister, man?”
“Because, fuckers, you don’t need to know about her, she’s not something I want to bring into this club.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tracker replies, taking another sip of his coffee. He narrows his eyes at me. “So what’s the real reason, brother?”
“What do you mean the real reason?” I respond warily.
“This ain’t like you, Trigg. She sick? Needs you?”
“No. Can’t a guy just go and visit his sister, for fuck’s sake?”
“Sure he can, but not when he says he doesn’t know how long for.”
Frustrated that he’s questioning me, I stand, pushing back my stool.
“Aye,” Tracker says, gripping my arm, halting me from storming out. “I don’t know what’s up with you lately, but you don’t seem yourself.”
I look over at Bear and see concern etched in his face.
“I’m fine, Tracker, I just need time away from this club.”
Tracker looks at Bear, and they both nod in what I take as understanding.
“What the fuck, Tracker?”
Tracker looks around the club, noticing some of the people lying around are waking up from their drunken states.
“Now’s not the time, but brother, if you need anything, I got your back. You can talk to me.”
“Fuck me! Why does everyone in this fucking club think I need to talk about shit. I. Have. Nothing. I need. To talk. About. Get that through your fucking heads,” I say, pissed off as fuck, and storm away to go pack my bag. I pass Honey on the way, and she tries to get my attention but I shrug her off and head straight to my room.