The Outlaw's Obsession(33)

She had left her hair down, and the dark wavy strands brushed past her breasts. If she did give herself over to her arousal concerning Jagger, she knew it wouldn’t be anything more than for one night. Sonya wasn’t a club whore, and the very idea of only having sex with Jagger without any kind of other attachment left a bad taste in her mouth. But even if deep down Sonya would have liked to have a meaningful relationship that was made up of mutual respect, and didn’t have all of that hatred attached to it, she wouldn’t find that in the MC life. Right? Maybe an old lady was respected to a point, but the men were the alphas, called the shots, and there were a lot of things that those girlfriends and wives didn’t know about because it was “club business”. Sonya shook her head. “Thinking about having anything with Jagger would mean you are just as deep in this life as before. You want to be on your own, free from all this ugliness.” The words almost seemed empty, because of this force of wanting Jagger. But she was stronger than this, stronger than her baser urges. “But when was the last time you were with a male that made you feel like this? And when was the last time you got pleasure from a touch alone?” The answer was never, of course. Trick had taken her virginity and tried to take everything else from her, too, but she wouldn’t let him, and now she stood taller for it. “And you need to stop talking to your reflection because it looks crazy.” Sonya chuckled and walked over to the door. Jagger had knocked on it ten minutes ago saying everyone was gathering ‘round for dinner, but he had said it through the door instead of looking at her. That stung.

She stepped out into the hallway, and the music, laughter, and conversation intensified the closer she got to the main room. When she rounded the corner it was to see several tables erected and pushed together to form one large banquet style dining area. Members and women were setting chairs up, and people were putting covered dishes of food on the table. There were a handful of kids running around and a few older ones attempting to play pool. Right away she spotted Jagger talking with Diesel, and it was like this string had been pulled taut as soon as she saw him. Even from across the room she saw him straighten and slowly turn her way, as if he felt that tightening as well. She felt her face heat and looked away. Walking over to the bar she wanted to be of some use. Since arriving she had been helping out as best she could, but it was a little limited with her shoulder out of commission. But she could carrying a dish, pour some drinks, or even help round up the kids. Of course Court had scolded her when he saw her doing anything, saying she needed to rest or she’d end up doing more damage, but Sonya couldn’t just sit around without contributing. Of course DeDe was manning the bar, and when she saw Sonya she gave her a saccharine and totally fake smile.

“Thought maybe you’d just stay in the room since this dinner is for club family.” Sonya didn’t let that little jab get to her. Over the past several days since Jagger had brushed off DeDe’s advances she had been especially nasty in her little comments to Sonya. But she always managed to dish them out with a smile, albeit a fake one.

“Jagger invited me.” She held DeDe’s stare, and the other woman was the first one to look away. Good, one extra point in Sonya’s corner. Compared to Trick, dealing with this bitch was a walk in the park. “Listen, I’ll be out of this place in the next few days, and you can have Jagger all to yourself.”

This had DeDe lifting her perfectly arched brows. “Honey, if you think you’re a threat to me, you are sadly mistaken.” DeDe leaned in and rested her arms on the counter between them, but Sonya refused to back up. “I have been Jagger’s main girl for years, know just how to work my pussy on his cock and have him coming harder than the last time.” She grinned, her red painted lips stretching wide over her teeth. What she didn’t realize was that Sonya didn’t shock very easily, and that was clearly what DeDe was going for. “In fact, I just fucked Jagger last night, clawed up his back nice and hard and had him groaning out my name.”

A sick feeling settled inside of Sonya at those words. Dammit, for the things she wanted that she knew she couldn’t have.

“So honey, believe me when I say that once you’re gone things will go right back to the way they were, and no one will remember your ass.” DeDe turned and grabbed a pitcher of water. “Besides, you’re just this little novelty to Jagger. He’ll tire of you soon enough.” She thrust the pitcher at Sonya. “If you want to help go set this on the table.” DeDe said it on a snarl.