Chapter 2 Blaze
I should have known. When a woman who calls herself Delilah strides over to you and sinks into your lap to press her obviously naked pussy against you, you have lost control and are just along for the ride…and I enjoyed a free ride.
To be fair, there were a few girls like Delilah.
They weren’t traditional club girls, we didn’t have those.
Just local town girls who wanted to walk on the wild side, and the clubhouse was the perfect venue for that.
There were plenty of men willing to accommodate these girls, and I’ll admit that I was one of them.
A quick, hard fuck was a good way to decompress after a shift at the firehouse. I made sure I wrapped it up well. I didn’t want to take anything home to Daisy, and with her being pregnant, I was even more careful. But if it was offered, I didn’t see the point in saying no.
Bull had tried to warn me to ease off on the girls.
Something about treasuring what I had at home.
But they wanted it…They were the ones who threw themselves at me.
Besides, by getting my sexual aggression out on them, it meant that Daisy got my gentle side.
That was my theory anyway. I lasted longer for Daiz this way.
We were just starting the night when I got a call from Daisy…
something about needing help. But that red-headed witch had stood up as I answered, and lifted her skirt for me to see exactly what I’d be getting.
I wouldn’t be long, I told myself. I unzipped my pants and rolled on a condom.
My phone slipped onto the floor and, luckily, Bull picked it up.
“Take it out the back!” he growled, and looked at the screen. I grabbed Delilah and swung her over my shoulder. She squealed with delight as I ran for the rooms in the back of the club.
I heard Bull call for a prospect and then swear at me. I didn’t care, I knew I wouldn’t be long…I was wrong. That girl was insatiable. A few hours later, we ran out of condoms. She staggered out, messy hair and unsteady on her feet. Her friends collected her and pulled her into a taxi.
When I returned, Crackers was cleaning up the bar with a foul look on his face. Everyone else had gone and it looked like it was nearly dawn.
“Blaze,” he called. “Bull needs to talk to you in his office.”
I nodded and headed over there.
“By the way, congratulations,” he continued, before turning around and taking the trash out of the side door.
I stopped dead in my tracks, confused, watching the door swing shut.
“What the fuck was he talking about?” I muttered and continued to the office, pushing the door open slowly.
Bull had his head in his hands, staring down at a phone.
He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes, sniffed, and then sat back.
“You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?
Your wife called because she was in labor.
” He growled and then shoved the phone towards me.
It spun around to show a picture of a small red baby in a woman’s arms. “Congratulations on the birth of your son. Born just 2lb. 11 inches in length.” He sneered in absolute disgust. “I had to send a prospect to Daisy just to get her to the hospital…and we were too fucking late,” he roared at me.
I was stuck on the picture. “Look. Look at what you lost because you were too busy screwing around. Look at what so-called fucking “free pussy” has gotten you!” He swiped across the screen to show picture after picture of the baby, of Daisy, of Daisy and the baby.
More baby pictures. Then he took his phone and threw mine down in front of me. He stood and pointed a finger at me.
“That prospect I sent in your place earned his kutte today, and you will not vote against it. It is an automatic yes from you. He took on your job. He sat with your woman while she was giving birth to your dead baby, and he supported the fuck out of her while you—her own fucking husband, the man who should have been there—was screwing some town ass that was going to give it up for anyone.” He turned away.
“Go home, clean yourself up, and then go and see your wife. I’m going home to mine, and to thank Christ I’m not as stupid as you. ”
He stormed out into the rising dawn. My ears rang, not understanding his words. What did he mean by labor? Daisy was nowhere near her due date. What dead baby? A sinking feeling was gathering in my gut.
I sat down and looked at my phone. There were 7 missed calls…2 messages…all from Daisy, except for one from Bull. That one showed some of the photos of the baby. My baby. My baby who was born too early. My baby was born dead, and Daisy had called me for help.
I slowly stood up and went outside to get my bike and ride home, my mind blank with shock.