"Okay, Jameson … " she sings with a huge, shit-eatin' grin on her face. She's trouble.
I lock up and head toward my bike. After I hop on, she crawls on behind me, leaning into me and wrapping her arms around me instinctively. I like that shit. I like it more than I want to. Unlike some of my brothers, I've had bitches on my bike before. I'm not opposed to it. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to get them around? Sure as shit not gonna drive my truck every time I've got a bitch with me.
Each bitch feels different on my bike, just like each bike you ride feels different. Some bitches cuddle to goddamn close, getting too touchy, and some shift around, making it difficult to stay upright. Some like to talk, while some barely hold on, but not Lala. Her body molds right into me, and she makes it effortless. I lean and she leans. She doesn't talk unless I talk. She feels so goddamn good on the back on my bike it scares the fuck out of me. Shit shouldn't be this goddamn easy.
Pulling into the parking lot at the bar, I back right in, next to Gin. It's starting to get dark. They got a fire going and people are starting to show up.
"Lookin' hot as fuck on the back of that bike, love," Peaches says to Lala, giving her a big smile.
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"Thanks babe," Lala answers with a little laugh. Don't think I've ever agreed with Peaches about anything, but I do now.
"Come on, Lala." I help her ass off of the bike and away from Gin and Peaches. Those two can't be around each other for 2 seconds before Peaches finds something to fight about. I want Lala to have fun, not listen to those two idiots go at it. They give me a goddamn headache.
Walking up to the bar, that backs up to the beach, I see clubs from all over the goddamn country here. People I haven't seen in years. Lala walks right by my side, right where I like her. I watch motherfuckers stare at her, even feel their eyes on her. I know she's being scouted. I know these motherfuckers are making plans. I fucking hate it.
"There's my bitch!" Lil hollers, waving her over. Turning those eyes to me, I know she's asking for my permission. See! Shit just fucking fits.
I watch Lil crook a finger at her while giving me the evil eye, "Lil's callin' for ya, babe."
"I know. Is it cool if I go?" Too goddamn good.
"Baby, you can do whatever the fuck ya want. I'll be here if ya need me."
She smiles and walks toward Lil. I watch the guys stare at her as she passes, their eyes devouring her from head to toe, and I know they like what they see. Fuck, I like what they see. I watch them all stare at Sis, Lala, and Peaches, who just made her way to the table, because seriously, who the fuck wouldn't stare at the three of them? Lala is one thing, but the three of them together is something beautiful to behold, not that I would tell them that shit.
I hate this feeling in my gut. Even if they're only staring, they shouldn't be. I want to tell all these assholes here that they are off limits, even Lala.
Gino throws a tattooed arm around my shoulders. I knew it would only be a matter of time, but fuck, that was fast. I hate this motherfucker.
"Hey man. Who the fuck's that?"
"Who?" I ask, shoving his arm off, hoping to fuck he's talking about Sis, Peaches, or some other bitch.
"That blonde bitch. Fuck. You see the ass on that girl?"
I have to remind myself that I have no claim on her. She's not my old lady, or even my woman. She doesn't have my property patch, but I can't fucking stop myself, "Yeah. She's here with me."
"No shit? Since when do you bring bitches to shit like this? She ain't your old lady, and she' not rockin' your patch."
"How the fuck ya know my name ain't tattooed on her ass?"
"I don't, but I'm ‘bout to find out."
I watch Gino make his way over to the girls. I feel like a fucking idiot. I have no claim and he knew that shit. I have to sit and watch that motherfucker as he throws an arm around Lala's shoulders. I have to count to ten to keep myself from going over there and removing his arm from her shoulder, and his body. I know Gino isn't going to fuck around with Sis or Peaches; he knows who they belong to, but Lala? She's fair game.
"That shit bothers you, don't it," Gin says, because he's sure as shit not asking me. "Nope." I don't want to give a fuck, but I do.
"You're a shit ass liar, brother. All I know is if it was me, I'd be draggin' that girl by her hair to my bed, ‘cause lookin' that good ‘round here, no one claiming her? She's gonna end up in someone's bed by the end of the weekend. Might as well be yours," he adds looking over at Lala.
"You drag Peaches by the hair?" I counter.
"Fuck yeah. If I have to, there ain't shit I wouldn't do to get my bitch in bed." Why am I not surprised? She seems like the hair pulling, biting, rough fucking type of woman.
I have nothing to say to that, so I sit back and drink my beer, watching Lala. I watch as a revolving door of assholes surround her, wanting to get a piece of what she's got. They're circling around, waiting to take that girl away from me. I'm just waiting for her to follow some fucker out the door so I can blow his brains out.
Ater a while, some bitch with big tits and tiny clothes slithers her ass over to me. I've seen the look in her eyes before; she's lookin' for some dick.
"Hey, baby. Wanna go play?" Looking over her shoulder, I watch a guy pull Lala into his side as she smiles up at him. All of a sudden, I can't think of a better reason not to fuck with this stupid bitch.
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Tucking my dick back into my pants, I glance down at the brunette on her knees in front of me. Her hair's a mess, and her lipstick is smeared around her lips. What the fuck was I thinking? I could kick my own fucking ass for letting this bitch touch my dick.
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"My turn." She says with a huge smile. I don't fucking think so.
"I'm good. I nutted, I'm done."
"Seriously?"
"Fuck yes." I've no interest in fucking her. It was bad enough that while she was down there sucking my dick, all I could see was blonde hair and big blue eyes. I'm not sticking my dick in her when the only person I wanna fuck is Lala.
"You're an asshole."
"And you've got a little nut on your face, bitch."
I walk out the bathroom door, listening to her cussing me out. Making my way back to the bar, I see that the place is completely packed, bikers everywhere. I spot Sis and Peaches by the fire with Tank and a few of the guys, but no Lala. I do a quick scan of the place, but I don't fucking see her. I don't know why I'm surprised, but a part of me thought she wasn't that type of bitch. Guess I was wrong.
I don't bother hangin' around. Fuck that. I take my sorry ass back to the cabin.
During the short ride back, all I can think about is how Lala's lying under some asshole right now; how he's got his dick shoved up in my girl, fucking her. Shit makes me see red. It makes me fucking sick.
Kicking through the door, my steps falter and I have to blink a couple times. I find Lala on the bed, wearing my t-shirt and a smile. Thank fuck. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I'm pretty sure my face splits into a big ass grin because I'm so goddamn relieved she's here, and not in someone else's bed.
"Hey," she says. Why does she have to be so damn perfect? Shit hits me somewhere deep inside.
"How long you been here?"
"A while, I guess. I sat by the fire for about fifteen minutes or so, but that big guy was getting a little too handsy. I was trying to be nice, but he was obviously taking it as an invitation. I got away from him and went looking for you. When I couldn't find you, I snuck out and walked here. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, Lala. It's cool, but don't go walking anywhere alone at night, especially ‘round here. Get a ride from one of the brothers, or hang with them ‘til I come find you. Got it?"
She nods, losing her smile like I've just chastised her. I feel like a fucking asshole. I left her out there alone while I got my dick sucked, all because I'm a selfish prick, looking for any excuse to not claim her ass. I'm a real winner.
Then I left her ass alone to walk back here without me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I've no fucking clue what I'm doing here. All of this feeling shit is new to me.
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Jump in here and watch a movie with me. I may even consider forgiving you," she demands, patting the bed, and I do. I don't hesitate for a second. I feel like I'm being given a chance here, and I can't fuck it up. Right here with her is the only place I wanna be.