Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Midas
I take a seat at the bar next to Crane and Probe and start hammering back the drinks—anything to distract me from thinking about what G and Legs are doing.
I slam my glass down on the bar as a busty brunette slides in beside me.
I can’t remember her name, though I probably should.
She’s one of the townies who likes to party here sometimes.
I hear her whisper about wanting to be a club girl, but I don’t engage with her about it.
If that’s the road she wants to take, it won’t be because of me.
I mean, yeah, I’ve fucked her a couple times, but that’s all it ever was.
If she thinks becoming a club girl will get her my patch, she’s barking up the wrong fucking tree.
I’d never make a club girl my old lady. But if there were ever gonna be an exception, it sure as shit wouldn’t be her.
I turn just as the door opens and tense when I see Legs walk in, her arm hooked through G’s, her head thrown back in laughter. He looks like he had a hell of a time. Motherfucker. I look down at whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is leaning into me.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Sure. Here?”
I’m tempted to say yes, just to see if Legs sticks around to watch. But when I look back, she’s already gone, and so’s G. Fuck this shit.
“Nah, upstairs,” I say, standing up. I grab her hand and lead her through the crowd toward the back stairs.
We reach the bathroom just as the door opens, and the object of my obsession walks out. She stops when she sees me and smiles. If I hadn’t seen that thing unrestrained, I might not have even noticed how forced it is now.
I step forward, wanting to know if she’s okay, but the woman behind me chooses that moment to reach around and grab my junk.
“Come on, big boy. You promised me we’d fuck.”
Without a word, Legs walks past us, leaving me feeling like I’m the one in the wrong here—even though I’m not the one that just spent hours wrapped around another brother.
“Have a good night, Legs.” I call out as I push the brunette toward the stairs and hear Legs softly say, “You too.”
When we make it to my room, I let the woman in. She starts stripping before I’ve even closed the door.
“I’ve been looking forward to getting your cock inside me again.”
God, her voice is annoying as fuck. I wish she’d shut the hell up.
Once she’s naked, she places her hands on her hips, waiting for me to take my clothes off.
I take her in, fighting the urge to throw her clothes at her and kick her the fuck out.
There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s pretty enough, and her tits are huge.
Yeah, she might be a little too skinny, but whatever.
She just isn’t Legs.
With a growl, I unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out. I give it a couple of strokes, trying to harden it up, or this thing isn’t gonna happen.
Once I’m hard, I stalk toward her.
“On your knees.”
She grins and drops to the floor without hesitation.
She opens her mouth, ready to take me in, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
With one thrust, I hit the back of her throat.
She chokes and grabs my thighs as tears streak down her face.
I pull back just enough to make sure she’s okay with this.
When she sucks me deep, I take it as permission to keep going.
I grip her head and hold her in place as I fuck her mouth like I would her pussy.
No—like I would Legs’s pussy. The thought of Legs in this position, looking up at me with those inky eyes, has me cursing.
I push the brunette to her limits, and to her credit, she doesn’t complain as I skull-fuck her—the woman deserves better than I’m giving her.
My eyes slide closed as flashes of Legs stroking her clit consume me. The memory of her tight, wet heat gripping my cock shatters my control, and before I know it, I’m roaring my release down the brunette’s throat.
Once I’m spent, I tuck my cock back in my jeans. I have zero interest in taking this any further. All I want now is a long, hot shower.
“Time to go.”
She blinks up at me, confused for a second before her face twists with anger. “You fucking asshole,” she snaps, grabbing her clothes off the floor.
“Yeah, you’re not the first person to call me that. If it makes you feel any better, it’s me, not you.”
“Fuck you, Midas.”
She shoves past me naked and yanks open the door, storming out into the hallway.
I step out after her, gritting my teeth when I see Legs at her door with her hand on the knob. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene, looking from the brunette to me.
“Can you even remember my fucking name?” the naked woman screams, whirling on me.
I shrug. “I didn’t bring you up here for your conversational skills,” I answer like the dick I am.
Legs shakes her head and pushes open her door.
“I’m good enough to fuck and suck you, but you can’t even remember my fucking name? You’re pathetic. Stick to your goddamned bunnies. At least they get paid to be whores.”
“Hey!” I bark as Legs’s door clicks shut.
The naked chick spins and storms off down the stairs, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, wondering how the fuck I get myself into these messes.
I run my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated breath.
My gaze drifts over to Legs’s door, and I consider knocking, but what would I even say?
I don’t owe her an explanation any more than she owes me one.
Like it or not, I’m a Raven Souls brother, and she’s a club bunny.
She could have been the one. But maybe it’s better it played out this way.
At least it’ll remind us we can’t be anything more than what we are.
I pop a couple of painkillers and wash them down with a bottle of water before leaning my elbows on the bar and resting my head in my hands. I hope my head stops pounding soon. Maybe I should lay off the alcohol for a while. I’ve spent more nights drunk than not lately.
“Do you need anything else, Midas?” Lil asks, and I look up as she grabs my empty bottle.
Lil’s been with the club for years. She was really young when she started and full of sass. But things changed after Bear tried to overthrow the club. She came back... different.
It’s been a year now, but the old Lil still hasn’t returned.
She’s still sweet, still the do-anything-for-you kind of woman, but there’s this wariness in the way she interacts with us now.
And who can blame her? Whatever happened, it wasn’t at the hands of some stranger or one of our enemies. It was done by one of our own.
It changed things for me and the rest of the brothers, so I can only imagine what it did to her.
“Midas? You in there?” She lightly knocks on my head, and I groan.
“Careful, Lil, you might knock something loose.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “It’s no fun getting old, is it?”
“What do you know about getting old? You’re still a baby.”
“With what you guys do to me, I really hope you don’t see me that way,” she mutters, making me snort.
“Hey, now. You know you’re all woman. I just meant compared to the rest of us. Hell, I’m thirty-two, and I don’t consider myself old, but my body doesn’t agree with me. I wasn’t even that drunk last night. I used to drink twice as much and be fine in the morning.”
“You could just not drink.”
We stare at each other for a second before I burst out laughing, then instantly regret it when my head throbs like a fucking jackhammer.
“How about I make you some coffee?”
“You’re an angel, woman,” I groan.
“I know.” She gives me a small smile before walking to the other end of the bar.
I turn on my stool and look around the room. It’s pretty quiet. Most of the guys are at work. I should be, too, but one of the prospects is covering for me. Thank fuck.
“She’s right, I am getting old,” I mutter as Blade drops onto the seat next to me.
“You’re only as old as the woman you’re feeling.”
“I guess that makes you a spring chicken then, ‘ey, Prez.” I grin. “Where’s your old lady anyway? I haven’t seen her in a few days.”
“Alex had the stomach flu. Now Sunshine has it.”
“And you’re not with her?” I ask, shocked. The man’s been glued to her since he made her his old lady.
“King’s with her,” he grumbles, almost pouting. “Conan’s watching the kiddo, and Inigo’s probably somewhere fucking up the doctor for not making her better fast enough.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m the president,” he huffs before bellowing across the room, “I swear to God, Hannibal, if you break him, you better fucking fix him. I’m running out of good prospects.”
I wince. His voice scrapes across my whiskey-soaked brain like fingernails on a chalkboard. Looking across the room, I see Hannibal’s hand wrapped around the prospect’s throat, lifting him off the ground as the guy claws at Hannibal’s hand.
“What the fuck did the prospect do?” I ask.
“Fuck knows. It’s Hannibal. Kid was probably blinking too loudly,” Blade says, shaking his head. Then he looks at me. “You not working today?”
“I’m heading in this afternoon,” I reply.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Serious Hannibal, what the fuck?” He stalks away, leaving me in peace.
“Here you go, Midas.” I turn at the sound of Lil’s voice as she puts a steaming mug of coffee down on the bar.
“Thanks, darlin’.” I pick up the mug and take a sip. God, that’s good. “So… what do you think of the new girls?” I ask casually.
She shrugs. “It’s too early to tell. But I don’t see all of them lasting it past the trial, period Blade said they could have.”
“Wait. A trial period? To be a bunny?” I ask, and she nods. “It won’t take a trial period to figure out if they like dirty fucking or not.”
Lil sucks in a breath, and I curse silently. Sometimes I forget that she’s a bunny. Not because she’s not sexy as hell, but because she acts so differently from the rest.
She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a glare that says more than words ever could. Then she walks away.