“You’re going to her?”
“I’ve got to see her. When I know she’s ready, I’ll bring her around. I’m not leaving the club. I’m by your side all the way until the end. We’re brothers, Demon. I wouldn’t dream of turning my back on you. We’ve still got Zeke to take out.” Joker reached out to grab Demon’s hand.
Demon pulled him in for a hug. “Good thing, bro. You’re the best man I’ve got.”
“I’m going to take a shower. I’m not seeing my best girl stinking like a pig.”
He passed Demon and Deanna, making his way toward his room. Several women tried to stop him but he shoved them away. He wasn’t interested in free skanky pussy. There was only one woman he wanted, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.
Inside his room, he locked the door, and stared at his space. Closing his eyes, he imagined Amy’s sweet face. Her innocence went bone deep and yet she’d never felt worthy of his love. That’s what he hated more than anything… the complete lack of respect and value she had for herself. Her past made her think she wasn’t worthy of love. In his opinion, she deserved love more than anything else. He’d give her a life that she’d only ever dreamed about.
Scratching the back of his head, he walked toward the shower, knowing he’d done the right thing. There’s no way Amy would be upset by what had happened. Everything he’d done was for her.
Steel stared at the three bitches on the ground. They were club whores, used pussy, and fucking willing snatch. He didn’t have to do anything but snap his fingers to get what he wanted. They didn’t demand better of him or ask him to take them on a date. Swigging from his bottle of Jack, he watched the fake blonde start to unbutton his jeans. He wanted his dick sucked, and this slut was just the one to do it. The brothers talked about her. She had a mouth like a fucking vacuum. He doubted miss prim and proper, Eloise, would have such a nice fucking mouth. The bitch who worked at the supermarket wouldn’t know the first thing about sucking dick. He’d first seen the mousy woman three months ago when he went in for a pack of cigs after a long ride with the Soldiers. Steel didn’t know what it was about her that drew him in. She was rounded in all the right places and had nice big tits. Fuck, no she wasn’t perfectly rounded… she was chubby. He could have any bitch he wanted and did. Eloise wasn’t worth anything, yet she drove him fucking mad. He couldn’t stop thinking of her.
She’d done nothing wrong other than turn him down. Who turned him down when he was offering sex? It was ridiculous. He may not have been nice about it, but she didn’t need to tell him to fuck off.
“That’s it, bitch, suck my dick.”
The woman on her knees smiled up at him. “Anything for you, Steel.” She tugged down his jeans, revealing the hard ridge of his cock. He was ready to explode just from the sight of her tongue. Her tongue was pierced and the little barbell was a little cold against his flesh. Damn, he loved fucking.
Closing his eyes, he fisted his hand in her hair, and slammed his dick so deep into her mouth that she started to gag on his length. He didn’t care. With his eyes closed, he imagined another woman taking his shaft. Steel didn’t have the first clue who Eloise was. He’d only ever seen her at the supermarket either serving customers or stacking shelves. She meant nothing. There were far more willing women out there, yet the only one he imagined was her. It didn’t make any sense to him at all.
Speeding up his thrusts, he imagined her smile, and that was all it took. He exploded his load into the bitch’s mouth. She swallowed his spunk, moaning as she did. When he was finished, he opened his eyes, and looked at the three women. None of them were the one he wanted. This was not what he desired at all.
“What’s the matter, Steel?” the one on the left asked.
Shit, he didn’t even know any of their names.
“I forgot my shit back at the house.” He turned on his heel and made his way back to the clubhouse. By the time he reached the building, he leaned against the side, dragging in lungful’s of fresh air. This shouldn’t be happening to him. He never thought too long about a particular woman.
Resting his head against the brick, he stared up at the night’s sky, wishing something would come and give him a sign. Years ago he’d lost the right to want a woman. This life, the club life was in his blood. He’d killed people in the name of the Soldiers. Eloise was not a club whore. She was like Deanna, Demon’s woman. The kind of woman a man kept by his side to treasure and adore. He didn’t deserve a good woman. There was nothing good about him, yet what he wanted was the shy woman that consumed his thoughts. What would she say if she knew the kind of pleasure he liked? She’d fucking run in the other direction, and rightly so.