Unchain My Heart(61)

Ordinarily these bitches knew their place; Cobra made sure of that. He’d warned them to stay clear of old ladies and to shut their mouths or they’d be thrown out of the club forever. Mostly they valued their place at Scorpio Stinger MC and I didn’t think they’d want to risk getting chucked out, so they never mingled with the families.

It had been an unspoken rule at our club since Cobra became pres. If he’d had his way, he wouldn’t have had any loose women around, but he appreciated that they were a necessary evil for some of the boys, especially the ones who hadn’t picked old ladies yet—like me a few months ago, before I ran into Princess.

“Aww, it feels so strange without the guys here. We need a diversion, and you’re so yummy.” She was purring as she gazed at me from under her lashes. I didn’t know the blonde standing beside her with the double F tits who was pushing her chest out to make them look even bigger—she must’ve been a fairly recent addition and a friend of April’s, because she was dressed exactly the same way. Why was it that women did that?

“We could spread you on the table, Ryder, and play with your balls.” The brunette on the other side of the table giggled as she twirled her hair seductively, her eyes resting on my crotch. She was practically fucking me with her eyes. I remembered fucking her once, a long time ago. “And I just love sucking cock.”

“Slow down with the wine, ladies. And focus on the balls on the table.” I laughed, but I was anxious to get the fuck outta here. Theses bitches were horny as hell.

“That’s not as much fun. I'm thirsty, Ryder. I could lick your balls.” April touched herself between her thighs, licking her lips at the same time. “And then I could sit on your face, baby.”

At one stage of my life I would’ve had all three of them come to my room for a bit of play and rough sex. In fact, I would’ve probably fucked them right here first, if I was sure none of the kids would come into the club room. As far as I knew not one of them was an old lady, and they sure weren’t acting as if they belonged to anyone. They were here to get laid, and since most of the guys were away, their idea of fun right now was me.

I wanted to grab another beer, but that would’ve meant I’d have to get closer to them, and that was dangerous—these club bitches had no shame. Changing my mind, I shrugged and went in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.

I don’t need a beer that badly.

“Ryder, what happened to you, babe?” April called after me. “You used to be so much fun.”

I ignored her and kept going. Yeah. Things had changed. I had changed. I no longer wanted random pussy. It just didn’t do it for me anymore.

As soon as Isabella saw me, she cooed from her highchair, raising her arms for me to pick her up. Now this girl I could cuddle and hug and not feel guilty. I lifted her out of her chair and kissed her chubby cheeks. She gave me a big sloppy kiss back, much to everyone’s amusement. I sauntered over to Mia, who looked tired and worn down. In spite of the dark circles under her eyes, she was still a strikingly beautiful woman.

Frazzled and weepy, Mia was just as opposed to the weapons deal as I was. After her husband nearly lost his life on the last attempt, I couldn’t blame her. She’d been through hell in the last year: it was time she was cut some slack.

She wiped her brow with her apron and stood on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

“Hey, Ryder. Missed you,” she whispered.

“Missed you too, Mia. And the kids.”

“Sometimes I wish we were still back at the big house. I was worried about Cobra at the time, but hey, nothing has changed. It's months later and here I am—still worried.”

Her eyes misted up and I knew she was fighting back the tears. I tucked a strand of her long, chocolate hair behind her ear and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t worry. Cobra and the boys will be fine. Nothing will happen to them today.” I don’t know why I said that, but I genuinely believed it. And if my words could put Mia’s mind at rest, I’d be happy to help.

“Let’s show Ryder how you can clap your hands,” Mia said to her daughter in an effort to lighten her mood. She started singing a kid’s song and Isabella giggled and started clapping her puffy little hands in time to Mia’s tune.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My baby girl would never get to do this. The loss hit me straight in the heart. But I couldn’t show my feelings. I ground my teeth together, clenching my jaw. Fucking Summers had taken this from me.

Rage swirled in my gut as my heart shattered. These contradictory emotions were fucking with my head. And I couldn’t even tell Mia.