“You sure look pretty,” Steven said.
“Fuck off.” Zero growled the words at the other man. He was sick and tired of Steven trying to get on her good side.
“Zero! That was rude,” she said.
He glared down at her. She shoved him hard in the shoulder before storming away. Watching her disappear he rounded on Steven, who had his arms in the air. “Hey, man, cool it. I’m not in the mood to lose a limb. She’s taken, I get it.”
“Yeah, she is taken.”
Butch chose that moment to plonk down on the bar stool. “Actually, you kind of need to claim her before you do that.”
“You’re supposed to be my friend,” Zero said, turning his attention to the other man.
“I am your friend. You can’t go warning off brothers without intending to take her off the market.”
“What about your own woman?” Zero asked, recalling Butch’s confession the other day.
“She’s still on the market and has nothing to do with the club.” Butch leaned in close. “Shit is going to hit the fan sooner or later. Alan is not going away. I’d take the time while you have the chance to claim her. Once Alan starts, he’s never going to stop.” Zero’s glass was swiped out of his hand. “Think about it.”
Leaning against the bar he saw Prue playing cards with Rose and Hardy. It wouldn’t be long before Rose was naked and Hardy was showing her off to the rest of the club.
Prue’s tits caught Zero’s attention. Sipping his whiskey, he watched her lean forward to grab a card. She wasn’t like other women. Prue didn’t give a fuck about her nails or going shopping for clothes. Not once had she talked about breaking a nail. She got stuck in with the kids and with the work.
The other day he’d even seen her fixing a bike up with Blaine.
She really was a one of a kind woman.
When she grew bored with losing cards, she grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelf, leaving some money for Steven.
“Come on then,” she said, taking his hand.
“What?”
“Let’s go and play pool. I’d rather play something I’ve got a chance of winning rather than not.”
Zero followed her into the pool room. Killer and Kelsey were playing, and they joined them for a game. They teamed up and played the other two. Standing behind Prue, Zero stared at her ass. The dress she wore rode up her back, exposing the top part of her legs.
Killer constantly whispered in Kelsey’s ear. The other woman was giggling and turning red at whatever the other man was saying. One of the shots required Prue to lean over the table.
Staying behind her, he watched as she aligned the shot and got the perfect view of her red covered pussy. Fuck, she was wearing red panties. Zero failed every shot after he saw her sweet pussy.
Prue took over, annoyed, and beat Killer and Kelsey five games to one. Prue giggled, kissing Killer’s cheek as they left the room.
Banding an arm around her waist, he knew she was getting merry from the drink.
Rose was up on the table with Hardy behind her. Prue paused as they stopped and stared at the woman erotically dancing around the pole at the furthest end of the room.
“So that’s why there is a pole there,” she said, gasping.
“Hardy and Rose are known for showing off in front of everyone. They will do everything in front of an audience. His one rule is not to touch. Rose is his woman. If they touch, he’ll hurt them.”
She moaned, wriggling her ass against his cock.
He gripped her hips, hissing. “Be careful, baby. I’m holding on by a thread.”
“Are you wanting to fuck me, Zero?” she said, glancing over her shoulder up at him.
“You know I do.”
Prue turned around, sliding a finger down his chest until she cupped his cock. “I’m wet, Zero.”
Spinning her so her back was pressed to the wall, Zero gazed down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked.
“I’m not drunk. I’m happy. I’m relaxed, and I can’t think of a single reason why we can’t fuck. It has been weeks, Zero, months.” She leaned in close, pressing kisses to his neck. He groaned as she bit down on the flesh of his neck. “It has been so long since I’ve felt a nice hard cock pounding inside me.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said.
He couldn’t get any more turned on. His cock was so fucking tight. Zero imagined the imprint of his zipper would be on his cock.
She grabbed his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth. He watched her open her mouth and suck one then two fingers into her mouth, getting them nice and wet.
“What’s the matter, Zero? You never have a woman tell you what she wants?” she asked.