Brain(96)

“I’ve tried to keep all your systems up and working,” said McGyver, “but I’m not you, and I could never figure out why some of the cameras stopped working. I’ll be more than happy to hand the control room back over to you.”

“No,” I told him. “Before, I pretty much lived here, and went home a few nights a month. Now, I’m gonna be going home to my woman the same as Duke goes home to Gen. I’ll figure out what screwed up, explain it to you, and point you where to go to learn more. The control room’ll be run in shifts, same as every other position around here. We’re gonna have at least eight people capable of manning it, and three capable of troubleshooting. If some of the prospects wanna learn, I’ll teach some classes, see who can pick it up, and then point them towards online lessons to learn more.” I looked around and added, “No one should be indispensable.”

Fifteen minutes later, as my ass sat in the chair in the control room, I let myself get a tiny bit emotional, as this truly felt like coming home.

I’d been working for maybe twenty minutes when the door buzzer interrupted my thoughts. I looked at the camera, saw Margie on the camera holding my preferred beer brand, and let her in as I spun my chair to face the door.

“Brought ya a beer,” she said as she held it up.

“Thanks,” I gave her a pleasant smile and accepted it, and hoped she’d just deliver it and go, but had a feeling she wouldn’t.

She’d closed the door behind her, and knew no one would come in without my buzzing them in, so she pulled her shirt off as she went to her knees in front of me and said, “God, I’ve missed you. How do ya want me?”

I gentled my voice and said, “I have a girlfriend now, Margie. You need to put your shirt back on.”

Most MC’s have girls who hang around and kind of become club property. In exchange for partying with us, drinking our booze, and eating our food, they have to give it up for any patched member who wants them. I’ve fucked Margie more times than I can count, and I’d miss her ass, since I hadn’t even mentioned anal to Harmony, yet, but no way would I cheat on my Buttercup.

For that matter, I’d miss fucking all the girls’ throats. Say what you might want about them, but they could all take a good pounding.

“Rumor says she’s the reason you left us.”

I shook my head. “No, she isn’t, but the reason is club business, and you keep trying to find out club business, I’ll spank you myself.”

She put her shirt back on, her face red at the threat of a spanking. Margie was so nicknamed because she tended to get in the good kind of trouble when drinking Margaritas, but she’d still been spanked enough to know we meant business about it.

“So, you’re gonna be true to her, like Duke is to the Duchess?”

“Yeah, Margie. I love her.”

She blinked her eyes a few times to cover up her emotions, and put on a tough-girl act as she stood and flounced to the door. “Gonna be lots of broken hearts when the other girls find out. If’n you want another beer, let me know.”

Harmony was lucky I loved her so much, ‘cause I’d just turned down a fine piece of ass, who’d have enthusiastically given it to me any way I wanted.

But I didn’t want Margie in my life. God, I’d actually forbid her from speaking while I fucked her, a few times, and had spanked her ass when she said something else vapid and stupid.

Harmony, on the other hand, was everything I could possibly want in a partner. Sure, she had some fucked-up baggage, but we’d deal with it. I’d probably never fuck her throat, but surely I could work her up to a good ass fucking, eventually.

And if not, I’d survive. She more than pleased me in bed — all hot blooded passion, and a genius she used for everything, including sex.





Chapter Forty-Eight




Harmony



I saw the VP patch as Brain neared me, and I ran to him and leapt into his arms, laughing as I wrapped my legs around his waist, knowing he’d catch me and hold me.

His barometer of when the entire club accepted him back was when — if — they voted him back to VP. He hadn’t expected it today, and had hoped it would come in the first six months.

“Bash opened the motion, and they all voted me back, unanimous,” he told me, his face buried in my neck. “I have my brothers back, and I have you. I’m the luckiest mother-fucker I know.”

I breathed out in relief, too, because if they’d accepted him back fully, odds were they might not give me the cold shoulder for stealing him from them. I hadn’t stolen him, it’d been the trust issues with Duke that’d run him away, but I was the catalyst and some were bound to blame me.