Cowboy Chapter 13 #2
We didn’t get to snuggle the entire time.
As the night progressed, there were challenges to play pool or darts.
They were made to both of us. That’s when I found out my woman played a helluva good game of pool and darts.
Enough to make others work so as not to lose.
We played in pairs and won two of the three games.
It was later that Jauhnna, Electra, and Paige commandeered her to hang with them.
The kids were all in the clubhouse’s kids’ room, which had been converted before the latest three were born, to serve as a space for the children.
It had cots and even a few cribs, along with other items to entertain them.
Jamila and Alvin had volunteered to sit in there and watch over them so their parents could relax.
I was hanging out at the dartboard again. This time, it was me against Crash. We were taking our time and talking in between throws.
“You know, you’re lucky, don’t you?” Crash said out of the blue.
“Lucky? What do you mean?”
“I mean, here you are with a great woman, who you can see loves you deeply. You met her by being a total asshole to her. And she still gave you a chance. It seems to be a theme for us and others to misunderstand the situation and the women, and then have to find a way to make amends so that we can win their hearts. I hope to God I get a chance to woo a woman one day and make her mine. Can I ask you something?” He lowered his voice.
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Were you tired of the hangers and club sluts? I mean, tired of having sex with them and their drama when they feel they have a claim on you when they don’t?”
“Fuck yeah, I was. The sex was boring, and I was fucking them less and less. And if one wanted to be possessive, it turned me off even more. I’ve always known I wanted to settle down one day and have a family.
Seeing how you’ve built that house of yours, and based on the size of it, I figured you wanted the same someday. ” I told him.
“Well, it'd better happen soon. I’ll be thirty-nine this year. The only one older than me who’s still single is Butcher.
And we know he’s on the hunt. I’ve figured out that if I meet someone, it’ll be in a place I never imagined or in a wild situation.
Hell, it makes me want to go search out those kinds of situations to make it happen. ”
“You might want to rethink that. You might end up finding someone you don’t want,” I warned.
He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Yeah, fucking probably.”
Those around us were either playing pool or talking.
The old ladies were laughing up a storm.
Saranya appeared so relaxed. In the background, music was playing at a low volume.
Our conversation was private. I’d had enough to drink to feel relaxed but not drunk.
Saranya was tipsy or just beyond that stage.
Crash and I were back throwing our darts when I heard loud giggles and then a nasally, female voice shouted, “We’re here, guys. Let the real party begin.”
I winced as I craned my neck. I hadn’t known it was that late.
Standing three feet inside the doorway were Danna, Bev, and Jeannie, our club sluts.
And right behind them, pushing them forward, were five other women.
It always amazed me, and I wondered if they coordinated their timing so both sets came in around the same time.
Sure, there would be stragglers, but they were like packs.
It was crazy to see the two groups. They were here for the same reason: to fuck bikers, party, and in some cases, try to get a biker to claim them, by any means necessary. And maybe because they had the same goal, they usually hated each other. Fights had been known to break out.
Glancing over at the old ladies, all their eyes were on the new arrivals.
None could say they were happy to see them.
In the case of the veteran ladies, there was resignation.
Electra was still pretty new, so she watched them through narrow eyes.
I wouldn’t mess with her or Swerve if they knew what was good for them.
However, I was more interested in how my woman was reacting.
Saranya studied them, and there was tension around her mouth, but that was all.
“You’d better get over there and reassure her that she has nothing to worry about. A quality woman like her, and the other old ladies, have nothing to worry about. You, Swerve, Diablo, and Scorpion would be fools to mess up what you have with them for those women,” Crash said.
“I know. Sorry to leave you hanging, but I believe you’re right. I should get over to Anya.”
Crash waved me away. I hot-footed it over to the table where the ladies were gathered. Jauhnna gave me a knowing smile. I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and pulled it up behind Saranya’s. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her ear.
“Hey, Wildling, how are you doing? You seemed to be having a good time.”
“I have. And you did too. So, these are the infamous club bunnies I’ve heard about,” she murmured.
“We call them club sluts, but yes, some are those. The rest are hangers, random women who come to party with the club.”
“God, they do seem to be a type and dress just like those buckle bunnies at the rodeo. I wonder if they all have a support group where they go to study techniques, get wardrobe tips, and stuff like that? They look like a pack of wolves hunting for a meal.”
She said it loud enough that the rest of the table heard her.
I chuckled as the women burst out laughing.
Saranya’s words spurred them into a conversation where they embellished on what my woman said.
The liveliness of it drew my brothers to us until it was a massive huddle in the center of the room.
My brothers chuckled and hooted at their antics.
Their mischievous talk sucked us in, and I forgot to pay attention to the other women in the common room.
I was reminded they were there when they sashayed up and pushed their way through the crowd to the table.
Most had mutinous expressions on their faces as they took in the sight of our women, who had all the men captivated.
The only one who didn’t appear to be upset, more like accepting, was Bev.
But she knew the score and had been with us the longest. She was hanging back.
“What has everyone laughing over here?” a brunette hanger asked. She was the one who shouted about partying.
I recalled seeing her start coming a couple of months ago.
I didn’t know her name. I was already in my disinterested period, so I hadn’t paid much attention to any of the women, not even the new ones.
When they approached me, if I happened to be in here when they arrived, I waved them off.
If someone got insistent, I left. There were two hangers I hadn’t seen before, and the other two had been coming for a year or more.
I knew their names were Gloria and Shandy.
“We’re just spending time with our ladies. They like to make us laugh,” Swerve answered.
“Well, we’re here now, so no need for all of you to stick to the four of them. I can promise we’re way better at keeping you fellas entertained,” Brunette smirked. None of my brothers moved.
“I think they prefer our humor to what you’re offering. Seems like you wasted a trip. Better luck next time,” Saranya said.
There was no derision in her tone or expression. She stated it matter-of-factly. The other old ladies exchanged amused looks. However, Saranya’s remark caused the speaker to turn red, and the two new ones to roll their eyes.
“I wasn’t speaking to you. Come on, who wants to be first? I can show you a time that does more than just make you laugh. I can make you feel like a man,” the brunette purred.
When no one took her up on it, her mouth tightened into a hard line. Anger was snapping in her gaze.
“Michelle, I think we should go. We can return tomorrow or even next weekend,” the redheaded newbie said to the brunette uneasily.
“That sounds like a good idea. You should leave for the night. We’re having a family-friendly night, and it doesn’t appear that anyone is interested. Come back tomorrow night,” Scorpion advised.
Saranya leaned over and whispered something to Electra. I didn’t catch it, but whatever she said made Electra burst into laughter.
“Maybe it’s time for these four to go home and leave the men to enjoy themselves,” Michelle snapped, glaring at my woman.
I watched Saranya’s head slowly turn to stare at the newbie.
“If you’re insinuating that the men with old ladies should stay to partake of your pussies, you’re barking up the wrong tree.
None of them would go for skank asses when they have quality at home.
None of the guys with an old lady will touch you.
I bet they get tired of fending off those who won’t take no for an answer. ”
Saranya then turned to look at me more. “No wonder you grew tired of their nonsense. And you had those buckle bunnies to contend with too early on—you poor thing. If you prefer to go home, let’s go. We’ll have a private party there.”
The sexy expression she sent my way told me she was horny and thinking of the two of us tearing up the sheets. My cock jerked, rising at the thought.
“Sounds like a wonderful idea,” I replied, rising out of my chair. I was going to move hers back so she could stand and we’d say goodnight.
What happened next was so quick, I had no idea it was occurring until Michelle’s arm was around my waist and her other hand was running up my chest. Startled, it took me a couple of seconds to respond.
My old lady beat me to it. In a blink, Saranya was out of her seat, standing in Michelle’s face. She was enraged.
“Bitch, if you want to keep those arms, you’d better get away from my man. He didn’t invite you to touch him. Let go!” she snarled.
“Fuck you,” the hanger snapped.