Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(18)

Dawn, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, unlatched the door. "I didn't  expect to see you. We're still going to dinner next week, right?"

"Yeah. I was in the neighborhood. Is Olivia here?"

"No. She's at camp, remember? You paid for it."

"That's right. I talked to her last night on the phone. I hope she has a good time."

"She will. Ella and some of her other friends are there. It's good for her ‘cause it gets boring around here."

"I know. When she gets back, I'll take her to Arrow Lake for the day.  And the carnival is coming in town next month. We'll all go to that. You  got a beer?"

"Sure." She walked over to the refrigerator. "Mariah called me this morning," she said as she handed him a can.

He took a long pull. "So?"

She sat cross-legged on the other end of the couch. "So …  she wants to  get together with you and set things right. She feels awful about how  things ended between the two of you."

He grunted. "Yeah, I bet she does."

"I think she's found religion or something." She giggled when Throttle  gave her an incredulous look. "No, I'm serious. It's like she needs your  forgiveness. Like she wants to make amends."

Throttle stared at the dark TV screen. Picking up the remote, he turned  it on, flipping through the channels until he settled on a wrestling  match.

"I think she's sincere. So, what do you say? It could be good for you. I  think you've been hanging on to all that bitterness for a long time."

He took another gulp, his gaze fixed on the two men trying to pull each  other down on the mats. "I'm not interested in seeing Mariah. I already  told you that a few days ago, and I haven't changed my mind. Nothing  needs to be set right. I've moved on. All that shit was a long time  ago." He placed his foot on top of the coffee table. "If she wants  forgiveness, she should see a priest. He'll absolve her. You got another  beer?"

"Why are you so hard? I know she was a bitch to you at the end, but you  were both young. She's changed. I always thought you two were good  together."

"You getting me that beer?" His body tensed and he rubbed his thigh with his fist.

"Don't go getting pissed at me. I'm just trying to help," she said as she rose to bring him another can.

"I don't remember asking you for any fuckin' help. Leave this alone." His voice had a steely edge.

"Okay, but you need a permanent woman in your life. Damnit, Throttle,  you're too old to still be living your lifestyle. Aren't you tired of  mindless sex with women who spread on command? Don't you want a woman  who loves only you and not all your club members? You're going to want  someone when you get old."

"Stay the fuck out of my life. And since you're so great at giving  advice, what about you? Why don't you find a nice man to take care of  you? You only seem to fuck losers, and bringing in different men in  front of Olivia pisses me off. It makes her think it's okay to be a  slut." He finished his beer then crushed the can in his hand.

Dawn narrowed her eyes. "Don't you talk to me that way. I'm a damn good  mother, and I don't bring a bunch of men over here. Pedro and I were  together for over six months and I didn't let him move in. You can be a  real sonofabitch. You asshole!" She sniffled.

He stood up and threw the crushed can in the bin. "I didn't come over  for this shit. I'm outta here." He marched out the door and went to his  Harley, then stopped and looked back at the house. Why the hell did he  have to go and say all that shit to Dawn? She didn't deserve it; he  thought she was an awesome mother and sister. I gotta fuck the  pink-haired bitch outta my system.                       
       
           



       

He rubbed his chin, then trudged up the walk to the house. Looking  through the screen door, he saw Dawn on the couch, blowing her nose. He  opened the door slowly, his gaze catching hers when she looked up.  "Forget the shit I said. I'm just having a real shitty day."

She smiled. "Thanks for coming back and telling me that. I shouldn't have prodded."

"Yeah, so …  We good here?"

"Yes." She bobbed her head up and down as she wiped the corner of her  eyes. "We're just great." She started to get up from the couch, but he  stopped her with a wave of his hand. He didn't go in for the hugging and  sobbing shit women loved to do. "You still have to go?"

"Yeah. I got stuff to do. Just wanted to come by and see how you and  Olivia were doing. I'll call you about dinner next week. If you need  something, let me know." Then he walked down the porch stairs and  climbed on his Harley.

Instead of going straight, he made a U-turn and went back the way he  came, hoping Kimber would be outside watering her flowers. When she'd  done that before, it led to the best fucking he'd ever had with a woman.  She wasn't outside when he passed her house; she was inside and he  wished he were with her, snuggling her in his arms. He continued on his  way to the club. He passed by Ruthie's Diner and spotted Big Tits  through the window, thinking maybe he should stop in and ask her to  Arrow Lake. He knew she'd jump at the chance, but he drove by knowing  that he didn't want Big Tits or any other woman near his dick, except  for Kimber.

Fuck. She's taken hold of my cock.

She's in my blood.

Aw, hell.





Chapter Twelve





He walked straight to the bar and slid on the barstool. Puck placed a  shot of whiskey and a bottle of Coors in front of him. The club was  busier than usual for a weeknight. Most of the brothers were there, and a  large number of hoodrats cozied up to them. Against the back wall, he  saw a long table set up with sandwiches, corn on the cob, potato salad,  and ribs. Normally, food was set up when there was a big party on the  weekend, a special occasion like one of the brother's birthday or a  bachelor party, or a family gathering. Maybe something was up that he  forgot about. The smoky smell of barbecue made his stomach growl, and he  pushed off his seat and moseyed over to the food. As he scooped a large  helping of potato salad on his plate, Rock clapped him on the shoulder.  "How's it goin'?"

"Good. Why all the food and brothers?"

"It's Rags's birthday."

"It is? Did we talk about this at church or something?"

"Yeah. It was a few days ago, when all you wanted to do was beat the shit outta anyone who looked at you." He chuckled.

"I didn't hear shit about it. I worked with him today, and he never mentioned it."

"He's only here for the pussy like most of the guys. He chose Brandi to  do his lap dance. I was happy ‘bout that one. She's fuckin' hot." Rock  placed three sandwiches and a pile of ribs on his plate.

"She's got big tits, that's for sure."

"And they're fuckin' real. I'd love to bury my face between them. Damn."

"Are you ready to have an old lady?"

Rock looked at him in horror. "Watch your fuckin' mouth," he growled.

Throttle laughed. "Didn't think so."

"There're plenty of chicks with big racks around here. There's no way  I'll ever take an old lady. Fuck all these brothers settling down with  one pussy. Not for me. I know you're on the same page." He took a bite  out of his roast beef and cheddar sandwich.

"You're damn right. There's no way in hell I'm aiming to have any woman wear my patch."

As was customary, whenever a brother had a birthday, the club threw a  party and the recipient could pick any of the strippers from Dream House  to give him a lap dance. The dancers at the Insurgents' strip club were  not treated the same way as the club girls or the hoodrats; they danced  and nothing else. The Insurgents were strict about it, didn't want the  women to be public wells for the raunchy and wild parties at the  clubhouse. Mixing business with pleasure never worked out. When big  weekend parties were thrown, sometimes the dancers would be asked to  entertain the local and out-of-state brothers. They'd perform and then  be escorted out of the club right after. Every once in a while, a  brother fell for a dancer, like Jax did for Cherri, and she'd become his  old lady, but it wasn't common.

"Did you ever fuck the big-titted waitress at Ruthie's? Rags said you had a date with her a while back."                       
       
           



       

"Nah. I was planning to, but something came up." Like Kimber.

"You gonna try again?"

He shrugged. "Not too sure. You want some of her? She's hot for biker cock. I can give you her number."

"Rags said he'd been sniffing around her for some time, but she didn't  pay any attention to him. I don't like working for a woman. If she's not  easy, I move to the next."