Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sway walked downstairs, hoping her outfit was suitable. She didn’t have anyone to ask except Lottie, and she had said the outfit was hot. Smoothing a hand down her hair, she waited for Vicious to turn around.
“Sway, I need to talk—” Vicious stopped speaking when he turned around and saw her standing in the middle of the room. His mouth went dry, and he forgot his words.
“Is this okay for the party?’
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Vicious, I’m serious. Is this appropriate?”
The black leather dress fit her like a glove, and the tall boots drew attention to her luscious thighs. Twirling his finger, he had Sway turn around so he could see how her ass looked being hugged by leather. “We’re not going to the party.”
Sway spun back around, almost falling off her heels. “What? Why? I can change into jeans and a sweater. ”
“Oh, fuck no. I can have a party right here with you. Who needs all that other shit?”
“Vicious, we’re not missing the party.”
“I’m gonna be miserable.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ll be walking around all night with a hard-on.”
Laughing, she walked to him and slid over his crotch. “I must not be that sexy.”
“Oh, baby, give me a minute to get my brain working again and it’s on. I’m gonna fuck you right on the kitchen counter.”
Squeezing her thighs together, she just smiled. How did he do that to her, turn her on with dirty words? Reaching for his hand, Sway drew it up under her dress. When his fingers touched her bare pussy, she stepped closer to him, wanting Vicious to touch her. His thick fingers slid into her, making her whimper.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Widening her stance, Sway held on to his shoulders for balance as he finger-fucked her.
Through hooded eyes, Vicious watched Sway fall apart as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy. His woman was fine as fuck. Her scent filled his head as his cock hardened. They were gonna be late for sure. Pulling his hand from beneath her dress, he picked her up and set her on the counter. “I got to touch. Now, I want a taste.”
They were late arriving, but who said they had to be there early? Pulling up to the clubhouse, Vicious felt he needed to go over a few things. “Babe, I want to explain a few things before we go inside.”
“Okay.”
“Tonight, you may see things that bother you.”
“Vicious, I’ve been to sex parties with Lottie. I’m not worried about what I see.”
“Not just that. Just remember to always make sure you introduce yourself as my ol’ lady. If any guy attempts to make a move on you, you find me or one of the chapter members and tell us. You’re mine, and no one should disrespect that.”
“Can’t I just stay by you?”
“Yes, but in the case you aren’t by me. And don’t let the girls fuck with you.”
“I’m not worried about them.” Sway noticed a few guys walking up to the door. She watched as one prospect engaged with them. “What’s that all about?” She pointed to the group.
“Tank’s telling them to put their helmets back on their bikes.”
“Why?”
“They have the potential to be used as weapons. If they walk in the clubhouse with their helmets, someone will take offense and then there will be a problem.”
“There are a lot of rules.”
“I suppose so.” Vicious shut off the truck. “Ready, sexy? ”
“As ready as I’ll get.”
The party was in full swing when they walked in the door. Everywhere you looked there was food, fun, and fornication happening. Vicious looked around as he walked Sway farther inside. Girls were working the poles, girls were dancing in cages, the pool tables were packed, and partygoers lined the bar. Not to mention, a few couples were engaging in sex. What was a clubhouse party without sex?
First thing on his agenda was finding out if Croon and Squatch had arrived. He had to provide Croon with the costume and lipstick he had been asked to get. Tugging Sway along, he weaved a path through the crowd, heading for the back. There were plenty of shoulder slaps and brotherly hugs to go around. Keeping Sway’s hand in his, Vicious made sure he introduced her as his ol’ lady. He did not want any problems tonight. Having her there was a big statement for him, one he made sure was heard. Tugging her closer, he leaned in, making sure she could hear him. “How about a drink?”
“That sounds good,” she almost shouted back. Lord knew she needed one to calm her nerves. A gentle tap on her shoulder had Sway turning around, and her good mood instantly soured at seeing who had tapped her. It was one of the girls from her first visit. “Do you need something, hunny?” Sway asked, not hiding her dislike.
“I wanted to apologize and introduce myself.” The girl stuck out her hand. “I’m Kiki.”
Looking at the outstretched palm, Sway decided that if she was going to be the VP’s ol’ lady, it came with a certain responsibility. Sliding her hand firmly into Kiki’s, she pulled her gently forward. Sway smiled at her and said, “ It’s nice to meet you formally, Kiki. If you ever fuck with my ol’ man, I’ll beat your ass. We clear?”
“No worries. We all got the memo. Vicious is off-limits.”
“Good.” Sway watched Kiki saunter off. She made her stand and felt like she got her point across. She still had those brass knuckles , Sway thought.
Vicious had quietly kept his eye on Kiki when she approached Sway. Now that the girl had scampered off, he was curious what she and Sway talked about. It couldn’t have been much said in two-point-five seconds. “What did Kiki want?”
“She wanted to introduce herself.”
“And what did you say?”
“I reminded her if she ever came on to you again, I’d beat her ass.”
Grabbing her to him, Vicious laughed. “You’re already sounding like the VP’s ol’ lady, babe.”
“Well, that’s what I am, right?”
“Damn straight.” Turning around, he ran straight into Croon and Squatch.
“Where the fuck have ya been, Vicious? We started without ya.”
“Waiting on my ol’ lady.” Vicious nodded at Sway. “Sway, this is Croon and Squatch. They're two of our brothers from Provo, Utah.”
Sway wasn’t a handshaker. She was a hugger. Looking at Vicious for guidance, she got a wink, which translated to her that she could give the two men hugs. When she did, she made sure to not touch their back patch, which Vicious said was disrespectful. When she leaned back, Sway smiled at both men. “It’s nice to meet you both.” Turning her attention to Vicious, she reminded him he had the bag. “Babe, you have the bag for Croon.”
Vicious glanced down for a second then lifted the small, brown paper bag. “Here ya go, brother. I’m not sure I want to know what you need these for, but I can only imagine.”
“I’m sure we’ll post the shenanigans on our social media,” Croon commented, trying not to say too much.
“Can we get you two a couple of beers?”
“Why don’t you shove your way to the bar, and we’ll keep watch over your woman,” Squatch suggested.
“Sounds good. Both of you behave yourselves.” Vicious watched Croon and Squatch feign shock. Giving a hard stare, he left them to grab a round of drinks.
When Vicious disappeared into the crowd, Sway turned her attention to the two men. “We don’t have a lot of time. Has Player set you up with everything?”
“Yeah. That cake is outstanding. We might need to load it on the flatbed and take it back to Provo with us.”
“The guys had Vicious buy the dress and the lipstick.”
Croon and Squatch laughed at Sway’s comment. Before she could continue, Croon pointed to Vicious making his way back to them, drinks in hand. “Let me help you with those,” Squatch said, taking two of the beers. “Vicious, we promised two of the brothers we’d shoot a game of pool.”
“Yeah, go ahead. We need to find Teller and check in with him.” Vicious handed Sway her drink as Croon and Squatch wandered off. He thought the pair would visit for a minute, so he’d catch up with them later. A loud round of cheers from outside reached their ears. He saw white smoke billowing from the parking lot—someone had done burnouts. Sure enough, he heard the distinct sound of a tire blowing. Fools.
They made their way through the crowd, talked to more than their fair share of folks, and finally settled by the sitting area, talking to some of the other brothers. Vicious glanced around, searching the crowd for the Provo brothers. Being the VP, he needed to make sure their quest was being taken care of. “Any of you seen Croon and Squatch?”
“They’re around here somewhere,” Player said, half paying attention to his VP.
“They’re probably dipping their wick in something sweet,” Joker added.
On cue, the music changed tempo as the lead singer made an announcement. “I think we have a birthday boy in the house tonight,” the female’s husky voice purred through the speakers. “Where is Vicious?”
Vicious looked at his brothers and then at Sway, who was all smiles. “Damn it.”
When Vicious held up his beer, the singer laughed sinisterly. “There he is. Well, big man, we’ve got a surprise for you. Now, you guys need to make sure Vicious is nice and comfortable for this next song.”
Sway shoved a chair up behind him and nudged him into it. She almost got away, but at the last minute, he pulled her onto his lap. The lights went out, then a spotlight came on. The band started playing “Happy Birthday” as the hallway door swung open and Squatch rolled out a giant three-tiered birthday cake. He rolled it right to the middle of the floor in front of the chair where Vicious sat. “What the fuck is that?”
“Happy birthday, babe,” Sway said, kissing his cheek. Easing off his lap so she could videotape the surprise, Sway tried not to laugh.
“Okay, big boy, make a wish and make it a good one,” Squatch told Vicious as he moved aside.
Vicious stood up, scratching at the stubble on his mug. Make it a good one , he thought. The candle sparklers were probably rigged, so he stood back a bit to be safe. Leaning in, he blew and got the surprise of his life.
“Let’s help him out folks.”
“One . . . two . . . three,” everyone shouted.
The cake top burst open, revealing a burly Marilyn Monroe. Shocked was the word he was looking for as he laughed. Then Marilyn kicked her way out of the cardboard cake, getting one size fourteen stuck in the framework, and almost fell down. Marilyn’s blonde wig slipped off, making the crowd laugh louder. “Marilyn, don’t lose your wig,” someone yelled.
Squatch scooped up the wig, tossing it back to Croon, who tugged it back on. Brushing blonde curls from his face, he tried not to laugh as he did his sexiest walk toward Vicious.
The music kicked in, and to Vicious’s horror, Marilyn started belting out “Happy Birthday” to him. When she blew him a big, hooker-red lipstick kiss, Vicious roared with laughter. This had to be the best fucking birthday ever. When Croon ran a finger down his arm, Vicious surprised everyone in the room by grabbing Croon, dipping the brother, then kissing him on his pursed lips with a loud smack.
Letting Croon up, Vicious twirled him around, making the white pleated dress fly up. A few of the ladies got a bird’s eye view of what the brother was packing. People threw around whoops and whistles, and the air filled with a lot of laughter. Vicious laughed so hard, he had tears streaming down his face. Best fucking birthday ever.