10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
“Am I seeing shit or are there a bunch of teenagers taking over the pool?” Goose asks, staring out at the scene unfolding.
There’s about fifteen of them living it up.
“It’s Ashley’s seventeenth birthday. I couldn’t say no to the pout.”
He laughs. “Or the horny little shithead grabbing her ass.”
“Fuck. I don’t want to see that shit. I told her. No drinking. They clean up after and they stay outside.”
“Let me know how that works out for you, man.”
“Where are you off to?”
“Got a date with that sweet piece that started last week at Cooters & Hooters. I don’t do whatever in the fuck it is you’ve got going on here.”
“I’m not worried. I’ve got Buck and Lenora watching them.”
“Fuck. He’ll be asleep after his third beer.”
“That’s why I have Lenora serving him nonalcoholic. His old ass doesn’t know the difference.”
“Couldn’t pay me enough to deal with all that.” He shakes his head. “Sure you don’t want to run them all off and come out with me? I’m sure Krystal has a friend or two.”
“Nah, I promised Ashley I’d stick around for cake.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, then punches me in the nuts.
I double over. “Oof. What the fuck was that for?”
“Making sure you’ve still got a set.”
“Go before I murder your ass in front of Ashley’s friends.”
Goose holds his palms out while backing away.
Yeah, I’d be afraid to turn my back right now too if I were him. Fucker.
“Eek!” Ashley claps her hands, jumping up and down at the sight of her birthday present sitting in the driveway. “Be so for real right now. This is for me?”
“Figured you were tired of bumming rides. It’s time you got your own.” We just got back from her pool party at the clubhouse. I had a couple of the prospects wash and wax the jeep I’ve had at the garage for a fixer upper project that I never got around to.
“You’re the best.” She tugs me into a hug, pressing her face to my chest, and I reciprocate the gesture.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s used and has some miles, but it’s a good starter vehicle. If you back into something, it won’t be the end of the world.”
“I love it, but it’s too much.” She goes up on her toes as I move to release her. “Thank you.” Her lips meet the corner of my mouth, and I step back immediately. “I can’t thank you?”
“You can, but not like that.”
“Okay. It’s only weird if you make it weird, Blood.”
“I don’t want you getting the wrong idea.”
“Did you think I was coming onto you? Gross.” She scrunches her nose up and I feel like an asshole.
I’ve ruined what was meant to be a nice moment.
“You’re hot. Way hot, but I know better, and you used to hook up with my sister. It gives me the ick.”
“Good.”
She holds my gaze, her chinks blooming pink.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Goose is right. I need to spend time with chicks my own age.
“Don’t stay out too late.” I hand her the keys. “Be home by eleven. I’ll be checking the cameras later, so I’ll know if you try to lie.”
“You won’t be here?”
“I’m going out. Martina has Ash for the night at her place, but that doesn’t mean you can sneak that ass grabbing shithead over.”
“What?”
“Your perverted little boyfriend. Tell him next time he thinks about trying to grab your ass in front of me, to imagine how hard it’d be doing it without hands.”
“I’m not telling him that. You’re nuts.”
“You tell him, or I will.”
I climb back on my motorcycle and ride back out to the clubhouse for a real party.
I shoot off a text to Goose.
About that friend.
Hell yeah, man.
I’m at the clubhouse.
Goose shows up with three badass bitches. He was right. Krystal has friends.
Fuck me.
The one with the nicest rack struts toward me in her black miniskirt and shimmery silver tube top that barely contains her tits. Dark silky hair and even darker eyes.
The stereo cranks loud as this chick drops her ass over my lap and starts twerking.
“Hey, handsome.” She smiles at me over her shoulder with her lips painted a pretty shade of red that would look good staining my dick. “Why do they call you blood?”
“Above your paygrade, sweetheart.”
“Hmm,” she muses, as I slap her ass. “Don’t you want to know my name?” She turns to face me.
“Not particularly.”
“Aren’t you a cocky one?” she coos against my mouth, close enough I can nearly taste her strawberry scented breath.
“Come for a ride and find out.”
“Are we talking about your motorcycle?”
“What do you think?”
“Right.” She shoves her hand down the front of my jeans.
Her other friend grinds on one of the poles, giving the rest of the guys a show.
For a little while, I forget all my problems. The weight slips from my shoulders and for the moment, I’m free from the burden of my old man’s death. The responsibility of caring for Ash. The judgement and expectation in Ashely’s eyes every time she looks at me.
All the pain from Shelby’s betrayal slips between my fingers.
I let go of it all.
All of the lies.
All of the I’m goods when I’m anything but okay.
“Why don’t we take this party somewhere more private,” the one making me forget whispers in my ear.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I take her upstairs to my room here at the clubhouse.
The first I’ve allowed in my space since the last time I was in here with the traitorous cunt.
We’re a tangle of clothes shedding and fingers seeking each other’s heat as we go down on the bed. Her hand is on my zipper and there’s no turning back. I need this more than ever.
She’s on me fast. Gripping my raging hardon with her spit slicked palm. My eyes roll back, and I relish in the lavish attention she pays me with her velvety tongue.
“Oh my.” Her eyes widen as she attempts to fully take me into her mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I feed her my cock as her lips suction around me. “Fuck. Right there.” I groan, nearly ready to come because it’s been so damn long. Too damn long.
The fine ass bitch strokes and sucks me like a pro. Maybe she is. Goose could have paid her for all I know. I’m too far gone in the moment to care.
I grab a condom from the nightstand. “Suit me up, sweetheart.”
“Sure thing.”
Definitely a pro. Sheathed and ready, I flip her over and push up her skirt, lining up with her sweet hole. Right as I’m about to thrust inside, the door flings open and Ashley runs into the room, crying.
“Blood,” she sobs my name, and I scramble to get my pants up. She’s so upset I don’t think she even realizes what she walked in on.
“What’s wrong?” I grip her shoulders, trying to get her to look at me.
“I hate him. I went to show Jackson my jeep and when I walked around the back of his house to the game room, he was with Lulu.”
“Told you that little shithead isn’t worth your time or your tears. C’mere.” I embrace her and she presses her cheek to my bare chest.
“Why are boys so stupid?”
“Take it from me, honey. They get worse with age,” the chick in my bed says and Ashley stiffens.
“Oh. You’re with someone. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” She shakes her head, pulling away.
“Hey.” I press two fingers under her chin, tilting her head, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I don’t care who I’m with or what I’m doing. I’ll always be here for you.”
She nods and sniffles. “I’m going to go home. Sorry I interrupted your date,” her voice cracks on the last word.
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Yeah.” She smiles, but it’s weak and doesn’t fully engage.
“Text and let me know you made it.”
“I will.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
“You don’t need to. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
She’s anything but fine. “Hey. I’m sorry. Wait a minute.” I turn my attention to the hot ass waiting in my bed.
“Another time.” She winks and slips out of my bed while adjusting her clothes.
Shit.
Ashley stands off to the side, awkwardly, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
“Sorry you had to see all that,” I tell her once it’s only the two of us.
“You mean your naked ass?” She laughs and bursts into tears again.
I wet my lips. “Yeah. This is why I moved you and Ash to the house.”
“I’m not stupid. I know you have a lot of women.”
“A lot of women.” I snort, arching a brow. “Outside of people helping with Ash, you’re the only woman in my life.”
“There’s no way that’s true. You’re…”
“I’m what?”
“You’re you. Everyone wants to be with you. What really happened to Shelby?”
“If I told you, you’d hate me.”
“I could never hate you, Blood. I’ve always been jealous of Shelby because she had you and whatever she did must have been pretty bad to lose you and to leave her baby behind.”
I cup a palm over the back of my neck. “Another time. How about we go home and throw some plates?”
“What?”
I shrug. “It’s therapeutic.” I put an arm around her and grab my shirt and my cut on our way out.
“You can do better, you know,” she says.
“Shut up. I didn’t ask.”
“I’m just saying. You said I should hold out for someone special. You should too.”
“Right,” I mutter.
“You’re one of the rare ones, Blood. Shelby always said that.”
“Not sure that’s a good thing coming from her.”
“That’s what makes it true. You took me in. You’re raising the baby of the girl who broke your heart. I’m not stupid. I know Ash isn’t yours.”
“Who said she broke my heart? Maybe I broke hers.”
“You may act tough, but I see you.”
“Well, let’s keep it our secret, yeah?”