Chapter 21 Hank
Hank
Onyx drops down on the couch beside me. He just got patched in as a full-fledged member of the Hellions about three months ago. He kind of reminds me of myself. Quiet, but deadly. The fucker has a talent for skinning the flesh off human bodies.
“‘Sup man? You workin’ at the bar tonight?” His deep voice rumbles as he tilts his head in a nod at the two club whores across the way at the pool table.
Janice and fuck, what was the other one’s name?
It’s barely six in the evening, and they’ve already been fucked by at least three of the brothers.
“Yeah. I’m planning to head over later,” I tell him, lifting my beer to my mouth, drinking the last of what’s in it.
“Cool. Earl’s got me workin’ there tonight.
He wants me bouncin’ the rich pricks out if they get out of line.
” He laughs, taking his pointer finger and pushing his glasses back up his nose.
I’ve always wondered why he doesn’t wear contacts.
He even has some special shade glasses that he wears when he’s riding his bike.
The two club girls head our way, exaggerating the sway in their hips. Their tits spill over the cups of their bras, and they're both in some type of short spandex skirts that barely cover their worn pussies.
“Hey there, boys,” the brunette—fuck what is her name—all but purrs, her fingertips tracing along her cleavage.
“What the hell you waiting for, ladies? Get on your knees and suck our cocks.” Onyx undoes his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls his semi-hard cock out of his pants.
I move to stand up, but maybe this is what I need to move on and truly put Vee in the past.
The girls drop to their knees, the blonde in front of Onyx and the brunette in front of me.
I reach down and undo my pants, gripping my flaccid cock, giving it a few strokes as the brunette places her hands on my knees. She’s dragging her tongue across her bottom lip as she stares at my dick with hunger in her eyes.
When I glance over at Onyx, he has his hands gripping Janice’s hair, thrusting her downward on his shaft. I can hear her gagging and laugh.
“I can do that for you,” the brunette’s squeaky voice pulls my attention back to her. Then it hits me. Amy, that’s her fucking name. She’s okay-looking. She’s not a woman I’d go after for more than anything but a fuck. So it’s a good thing she’s a club girl.
“Then why isn’t your mouth already on it,” I say deeply, letting my hand drop.
She raises up on her knees, letting her hands slide down the length of my thighs, before taking my cock in her hand and stroking.
Nothing. The fucking thing goes limp.
She sticks out her tongue and drags it up the length of my shaft from base to tip, dragging it lazily around the head.
Nothing. It’s as if the fucking thing has gone on strike, because it’s not Vee’s mouth and hands on it.
“I didn’t say play with it. Suck the damn thing,” I order her. Letting my head fall back on the couch, I think of Vee.
How perfect she looks when she’s naked. The way her nipples pebble so tightly when I blow on them.
How her orgasm comes quicker when I suck her clit and pull and tug on her nips at the same time.
Fuck, she sounds like a goddess when she cries out her release, and her thighs press against my head so tightly I feel like I’m going to suffocate.
Death by pussy. A perfect way to go.
It fucking works, though, because my dick starts to twitch and come back to life. I just need to keep pretending the bitch is the woman I love. The woman who I’m not good enough for, one who needs to add on more men to satisfy her.
“Hank, baby,” she pops her mouth off my cock and moans. “Wouldn’t you rather have your dick buried inside my pussy?”
“No,” I bark. “Why would I want your loose cunt? Now suck my cock or get the fuck out of here.” She lowers her head, taking me back into her mouth.
I take a cue out of Onyx’s book, gripping her hair in my hand, and shove her head down, my cock sliding deeper into the back of her throat.
She gags, but I push the sound aside as I slip back into my daydream, pretending she’s my girl who’s moaning around my shaft. The only woman I want on my cock.
Amy bobs her head up and down rapidly, her lips stretched around my shaft.
I don’t move my hand from her hair just in case she decides to take a break to speak again.
She swirls her tongue around my swollen head, like she thinks that’s going to make me come.
It doesn’t, and it won’t. I just need to keep picturing Vee.
I replace the dull brunette woman before me with the image of one with long, wavy, dark red hair.
When she tilts her head up, peering at me through her lashes, all I see are the most beautiful brown eyes.
I can hear her whimpers, and know that she’s fingering herself with her free hand.
I lick my lips already savoring tasting her juices on her fingers.
It’s all I need to tip me over the edge.
I buck my hips upward, shooting my cum down her throat and smile at her gagging on it.
Only when I open my eyes and see my vision is replaced with a club whore, I regret doing it. That’s when I hear my name shouted angrily. “Hank, what the fuck, man!” Doc’s voice catches my attention, and my eyes dart up to see Luke at his side.
My body jerks in response, and Amy’s head pops off my cock with a wet smack, strings of spit connecting her mouth to my glistening tip. She looks over her shoulder at the sound, not even bothering to wipe her mouth.
“I asked a fucking question,” he barks as he storms right for me.
“Well, if I have to explain it, then the whores haven’t been doing it right.” I know as soon as the words came out of my mouth, he’s going to be pissed.
I see the fury in his eyes as Amy scurries away from me. He’s on me before I can even put my cock back in my pants, punching me square in the face as a string of curse words fly from his mouth. My head flies backward from the impact.
My hands shoot out instinctively, taking hold of his kut and pushing him backward.
“What the fuckin’ hell?” I yell at him as I jump up from the couch, quickly doing my pants back up.
“How the hell can you be with that whore, when you’re with Vee?” Pure venom is laced in his words as Luke steps up beside him.
“If she finds out about this, it will kill her,” Luke says, his voice calmer, but I notice how his fists are tightly clenched at his sides.
Our encounter seems to have caught the attention of all the members present in the clubhouse, and the room has fallen silent.
I lift my hand, wiping my nose, noticing the blood on it. I laugh. “Seriously, man, this is what it’s come to? Punching your brother for gettin’ his cock sucked?”
“It’s more than that.” Doc speaks up as Luke glares at me with a tense jaw, and I swear I can hear his teeth grinding.
“You’re with her,” he gestures toward Amy, and I notice that Onyx is watching, but still has Janice sucking him off.
“I thought you loved Veronica. But instead of working on the issue at hand, you ditch our chat to do this.”
“Why do I need to be in the damn chat? I made myself clear to her and to both of you. I ain’t sharing her.
The only thing I’ll share is a damn club whore.
” Then, knowing it’ll hit them as hard as it does me, I say something I don’t even mean at all.
“Unless Vee is our new club whore, then by all means, I’ll make sure to take her into the stockroom at the bar tonight and fuck her. ”
I don’t even get a chance to breathe after I speak. Both Luke and Doc are on me in an instant. Fists fly, and I can’t even tell who is throwing the punches; they come too fast. I manage to get a few hits in myself, connecting with bone and flesh before we’re all pulled apart.
“What the fuck’s going on in here?” Earl’s loud voice bellows across the room.
“Nothin’, Prez,” I say as I jerk myself out of Bash’s arms, wiping the blood from my mouth. “Just a difference of opinion.”
“Enlighten me about what that opinion is,” he demands with his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at the three of us.
Tank still has hold of Luke, and he’s fighting to break free from his hold.
Doc is glaring at me, and I’m happy to say he’s sporting a bloody nose and one of his eyes is swollen.
When neither of us speaks, he growls. “Looks like our prospects might be getting a break on their grunt work if one of you doesn’t start speakin’. ”
Still, we keep our mouths shut. None of us is willing to be the one to air our dirty laundry. To be a rat.
Earl shouts. “If you’re not an officer or one of the three in the fight, get your asses out of here now.”
All the men and the club girls scatter. No one wants to bear the wrath of Earl’s anger.
“We don’t have an audience now, so fuckin’ spill,” he orders. Sam, our VP, stands at his side, matching his position, the same scowl etched on his face.
But still, we say nothing. I look over at the two men, one of whom I considered more than just my club brother, but also my best friend. They gaze back at me, lips clenched tightly together.
“It’s Vee,” a deep voice says from behind me. I turn my head over my shoulder and see Ryker.
“Son, last I checked you weren’t an officer, nor were you part of the fight,” Sam says with a sigh.
“And yet when has that kept me out of those meetings? Besides, they weren’t going to tell you.
Each of them is in love with Vee. But old Hank here doesn’t like to share.
So he wants her to choose. She won’t. There you have it, long story short, and my work here is done. I’m off to see my wife and son.”
“Tell Ash, I’ll be by tonight to see my grandson.” Earl cuts in, never taking his gaze off of us.
I watch as Ryker leaves, wishing I was following behind him instead of in Earl’s fucking hot seat.
“So this is about a girl.” Sam’s voice pulls my attention back to him.
“It’s nothing. Like I told them, they can have her.”
Luke spews a bunch of curse words, and Doc holds him back.
“Be careful how you speak. She isn’t a club girl, and she’s our…
” Sam motions between him and Earl, “family. She will be treated with respect. Either work this shit out with her or figure out a way to be adults about it. This type of petty shit has no place in our club. We’ve already lived through it once.
” I know he’s talking about Ash, without him even having to say her name.
“Got it.” The three of us say in unison.