“Shit,” Killyama said, knowing her friend was determined to pick a fight.
Sex Piston grinned at her, but stopped when she saw her mouth tighten in anger.
“What?”
“Demie is all over him.”
Sex Piston almost jerked around to see. Demie was the resident slut of the month. She had just started hanging out the last few months and was gaining in popularity by working her way through each of the brothers. They had nicknamed her Demie because she gave each man a demonstration of the skills her mouth was capable of. The men had even begun bragging about who had lasted the longest with her.
“What’s she doing?” Sex Piston asked, already knowing what was going on behind her back.
“She’s cuddled up next to Stud, rubbing his thigh,” Killyama stated calmly, even though her hands were clenched into fists by her side. Killyama was the most protective of her and it would piss her off if Stud cheated on her, knowing they had a thing going on whether the club knew it or not.
Sex Piston casually turned her body so that she could face Stud and see what was going on behind her back. He was sitting on the bar stool, facing her with his eyes challenging. The fucker was giving her a silent ultimatum. Demie was standing between his thighs, her body, she sure, was rubbing up against his cock and the slut’s hand was rubbing his thigh. Her stupid cow eyes were looking up at him, begging him to fuck her.
Sex Piston’s hand clenched by her side. She never did well with ultimatums. Ace had pulled the same stunt on her numerous times, trying to get her to prove she cared. She never had. Not once. She was about to turn back around when Demie reached up and kissed Stud on the mouth.
“Hell no.” Pure fury took over and Sex Piston lost the tenuous grip on her temper.
All her plans of showing Stud she didn’t give a fuck went out the club door when she saw the slut’s mouth on his. She walked across the room, coming up behind the tall blond who had twenty pounds on her. When she was within reach, her hand flew out and grabbed a handful of the blond bitch’s hair, jerking her away from Stud.
Before the woman could do anything but reach up to her hair with a startled scream, Sex Piston planted her face against the bar. Not satisfied, she lifted her head slightly before banging it back down again.
“Do Not Ever Fucking Touch Him Again. If I see you even looking at him, I will beat the shit out of you.” Sex Piston used the woman’s hair to draw her from the bar, shoving her away from Stud.
The stunned blonde caught herself from falling by grabbing a table before righting herself. “You bitch,” she screamed.
Sex Piston folded her arms across her chest. “That’s right; I am. I’m his bitch.” She nodded her head at Stud. “So that means you don’t touch him. You can slut yourself out to any brother here and I won’t open my mouth if they’re dumb enough to fuck a slut like you, but you don’t touch Stud again and you sure as shit don’t put that nasty mouth of yours on him again.”
Demie opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes slid sideways, noticing Killyama, Crazy Bitch, T.A. and Fat Louise all standing tense by Sex Piston’s side. The light of battle went out of her eyes and a look of fear replaced it. Nodding her head, she slunk away as Sex Piston turned her fury on Stud.
“You want a piece of ass, it better be mine because if I ever see another bitch up against you like that again, I’ll fucking neuter you and you’ll be the bitch in this relationship.”
“Yeah?” Stud said, placing his beer bottle on the bar.
“Yeah!”
Stud got up from the bar stool in a movement that had Sex Piston blinking at the deceptively relaxed air he had portrayed. He had her around the waist and was leading her toward the back room before she knew what hit her. She tried to jerk away from him, but he just walked faster with her struggling against him. She saw him open the bedroom door that she knew had been given to him when he had become president.
He pulled her inside before slamming the door and pushing her up against it. His mouth slammed down on hers, showing her the lust that was fueling his body. His hands went to her hips, tugging up her tight skirt.
“Damn, Stud, slow down.” Sex Piston tried to catch her breath, but he didn’t make it easy. His tongue searched hers, twirling with hers in a kiss that was beginning to raise her own lust.
Reaching between her legs he touched her clit, which had her changing her mind about slowing him down. Wiggling her hips, she managed to put his fingers exactly where she wanted them. Stud moved his hand away and jerked at the tiny, black lace panties she was wearing, ripping at the sides until they fell to the floor.