Three
Shark
M y arms and ass are fucking aching by the time I pull into the lot at the Vegas charter clubhouse. Don’t get me wrong, my girl offers a smooth fucking ride, but being in the saddle for almost three days straight would be rough on anyone. I climb off and reach my arms up over my head, feeling the muscles stretch down my back.
“Fuuuck,” I breathe out.
I reach into my pocket, pulling out my pack of cigarettes and quickly lighting one up. I can already feel the desert heat as my leather clings to my torso. This climate change is going to take some getting used to.
A black Audi with tinted windows swings into the lot and comes to a stop. The passenger door opens and a pair of long tan legs steps out. A pair of strappy stilettos hit the pavement and my eyes lift to find a short dress clinging to dangerous curves. I go a little further, and find a pretty face flashing me an ultra-watt smile.
“You must be the new guy,” she observes and I tip my head.
The driver’s side door opens and a kid steps out, his leather matching my own. “Back off, Destiny. Let the man breathe a little before you try to sink your claws in,” the kid grins.
“Fine. I’ll be out by the pool,” she offers, letting her heels carry her away.
“Shark?” the kid questions, stepping forward and offering his hand. I grip it firmly, catching the V.P. patch on his chest.
“I’m Sonny,” he offers. “My old man told the table about your arrival. I guess word got out,” he smirks. “C’mon inside. I’ll show you around.”
“Sounds good, brother,” I reply, stepping in line with him as we move toward the door.
Walking inside, the cool air conditioning hits me in the face and it feels amazing. I let my eyes move around the room. The setup is familiar, but not quite the same. I find warm wooden surfaces, a large bar, pool tables, and large leather furniture. One corner holds two silver poles mounted floor to ceiling. It figures that the Vegas charter would have built in stripper poles.
“Stop fucking following me. I told you already, he took me to my appointment. If you have a problem with it, take it up with Sonny,” a huffy response comes from the girl I just met in the parking lot. She’s quickly switched out her dress for a barely there thong bikini, but her heels still hold her feet.
“What’s going on?” Sonny steps up.
“Your girl won’t stop badgering me. I just want to take my ass out to the pool and lay in the sun, but she thinks I’ve been taking advantage of you all afternoon,” the girl named Destiny explains and I can’t stop the smirk from curling on my lips. Clubhouse drama on day fucking one. I love this shit.
“Go on to the pool, Des. Mara, you know I had to take her today. The rest of the boys had shit to handle, so stop stirring up shit that doesn’t exist,” he fumes.
“Fine. I’m going to the grocery store. We need food around here and someone has to help Trish out,” she stomps away, slamming the door without another look back.
Cackling laughter breaks in the corner and a pair of boots move closer. “Shit, brother,” a hand falls heavy on Sonny’s shoulder but the eyes meet mine. “Damn, you must be Shark. I’m Pike,” he offers his hand and I take it.
“Fucking A. Every woman I so much as glance at, she instantly thinks I’m fucking them,” Sonny breathes.
“Well, are you?” Pike jabs and I can’t help but crack a smile. “I mean, we all know that Des gives the best head around this place,” he adds and Sonny’s eyes narrow in warning.
“That shit with Destiny has been over for a long time. Don’t fucking mention it again. I don’t need Mara giving me a hard time,” Sonny instructs.
“Got it,” Pike answers.
“What’s going on? What’s all the yelling about?” a softer voice asks. My eyes move to find the source and another bikini clad female walks in. God damn.
My eyes travel up a pair of long tan legs, finding curves that should be illegal. She quickly covers her smooth stomach with the towel and magazine clutched in her hands, as my eyes rake over her unapologetically. I reach a set of full and natural breasts, sitting perfectly on her chest. Long silky strands of blonde hair hang down over her shoulders, and I find plump pink lips before finally meeting a pair of pale blue eyes.
“I, uh… I didn’t realize we had company,” she stutters, flushing a soft shade of pink.
“Scar, this is Shark, from the Rock Hill charter,” Sonny shares.
“Oh,” she breathes as her eyes widen in response.
“This is my sister, Scarlett,” Sonny directs his attention back to me. “Scar, do you know if his room is ready?” he asks.
“It should be. I think Trish put fresh sheets and blankets on the bed yesterday. And the bathroom should be stocked,” she answers. “But if you get in there and realize you need something, just let me know and I’ll make sure it gets picked up for you,” she addresses me directly.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I offer her an easy smile.
“That can wait. Go on ahead out to the pool,” Sonny instructs and she turns to leave.
My eyes stay on her as she walks away. She’s not wearing a thong, like Destiny was, but the bottom she’s wearing is still fucking skimpy as hell. It barely covers any of her ass, leaving her round curves on full display.
“She’s off limits,” Pike leans into my ear. “Pres.’s daughter and V.P.’s sister…” his whisper trails off.
“Got it,” I clear my throat in response.