Chapter 6
Angel
F uck. This girl is something else. She’s not the first girl to come to the club looking for a good time, for a roll in the sack with a bad-ass biker before returning to her dull suburban life. But there’s something different about her. I thought I’d scare her off, but still take it easy and just give her a taste. Most women are satisfied with that and head on their merry way back to their husbands that have never made them cum with a nice memory to get them off.
But not this one. This one wants more.
Even though she was a fucking virgin when she walked in here this girl still wasn’t intimidated by me. That’s unusual and intriguing.
It helps that she’s also fucking gorgeous. A thick tangle of dark curls frames her love-heart face, pouty lips, and big blue eyes. Big tits and ass, carrying a few extra pounds, a real woman, unlike the stick-thin crack whores that usually throw themselves at me and the boys.
I’m half tempted to fuck her again right now, maybe even invite Drifter, Gunner, and Buzz in here to join. They’re my three closest friends and club members, and we share everything, including the occasional woman. I know they’d be intrigued by this one as much as I am.
A knock on the door disturbs me from my fantasy, I quickly check to see that Skye is fully dressed and presentable before opening it. I’m half expecting to see the guys there, eager to see if they can have a turn, but instead, it’s Diesel. Diesel is one of the oldest members of the club and our treasurer. As a long-standing member, he could have taken on the role of president over me, and I would have backed him, but he said he was getting too old for it and wanted some younger blood to take the reins and lead the club into the twenty-first century.
“Hey Angel, Tammy told me you were interviewing Skye for the bar job in here,” he says peering behind me.
“I was…” I reply, confused as to why that would bring him to my office.
“Good…” he hesitates before spitting out what he came here for. “Well, I assume since she’s family that she’s got the job and that you didn’t use your… usual interview method…”
Skye isn’t exactly the first barmaid I’ve fucked in this office. She is the first Diesel’s essentially warned me off though.
“Family?” I asked, confused. Diesel and his old lady never had kids, and after she passed, he never remarried. As far as I know, he doesn’t have any grown nieces.
Diesel looks surprised, “Yeah, she’s Tommy Gun’s kid. All grown up and found her way back to the club!” he says before glancing over my shoulder at her, “And apparently, she’s got a good work ethic, not wanting to get the job just because of who her daddy is,” he adds proudly.
Shit.
Fucking the daughter of a fallen member pretty much goes against our morals. Tommy and Diesel were close, brothers practically, no wonder he feels protective toward Skye. And I’ve already gone and taken her goddamned virginity.
Fuck.
“Anyways, if she can start tonight, I’m sure Tammy would appreciate it, she’s snowed under out there,” Diesel continues, blissfully unaware.
“Sure thing Diesel, I just have a couple of things to tell her first,” I respond.
Diesel nods and heads back to the bar and I slam the door shut, whirling around to look at Skye.
“You didn’t think to tell me your dad was an Angel of Havoc?” I growl.
She balks at the harshness in my voice. “I only found out about him the other day, it’s kinda why I came here, but then Tammy needed help, and I decided to give her a hand, then you said about the job and I wanted it. I have the summer off college, I could use the money, and I’d like to get to know more about my dad and the people he hung out with,” she explains defiantly. “You didn’t exactly ask many questions… Angel…” she adds wryly, her voice lightly teasing as she says my name, sassily folding her arms.
She’s right of course. I didn’t even tell her my name. It didn’t occur to me that she might have a connection with one of the members, she’s so out of place here it didn’t cross my mind. I just wanted her. I thought with my dick and it’s going to get me into trouble. She’s trouble. I should stay away. But I can’t exactly refuse to give her the job now. Not with Diesel feeling all fatherly toward her. Plus, we really do need the help. I just need to keep my dick in my pants and steer clear.
“Fine. You’ve still got the job. But this can’t happen again,” I say pointing to the two of us.
She looks a little crestfallen but then she composes herself. “Whatever you say,” she agrees, though there’s an undercurrent of challenge in her voice. As if she’s saying, ‘I know you’ll be back for more, that you won’t be able to resist.’
Fuck, this girl’s definitely trouble.
***
I get Skye set up behind the bar with Tammy who will show her the ropes and stalk over to the usual booth Drifter, Buzz, Gunner, and I sit in. Most people know better than to approach me when I’m scowling like this, so the other members steer clear. Of course, the guys make a beeline straight for me, sitting down in the booth and bringing their half-empty jug of beer with them and a spare glass.
“Shit man, I’d have thought you’d be happier after fucking that fine ass,” Drifter quips his eyes wandering over to Skye. They know without me having to tell them that we hooked up.
“She’s Tommy Gun’s kid,” I reply with a grimace, taking a swig of my beer.
“Oh shit, damn that’s a shame I’d have liked to have her too, that is one fine-looking woman,” Buzz adds, shaking his head.
Gunner picks up on things quickly since he usually sits back and observes rather than talks, so he astutely points out the truth that he’s deduced. “You fucked her before you knew, didn’t you?”
My expression tells them all that they need to know.
“Damn, you lucky son of a bitch,” Drifter says with a grin. “Tommy would fucking kill you if he was still alive!”
“Don’t you think I know that?” I snap. “Christ, Tommy wasn’t much older than me, I’m old enough to be her dad. We fucking held her when she was a baby.”
“Well, she is all woman now…” says Buzz longingly.
I was right in my assumption that the guys would be as attracted to her as I am. Possibly more so now she’s forbidden fruit.
“It gets worse,” I add grimly, and they all look at me expectantly. “She was a virgin.”
They all burst into excited chatter, equal parts taking joy in teasing me for how much I fucked up and the other half a little bit jealous that I got to be the first and they weren’t there.
We all fall silent when we notice Skye approaching our table with a fresh pitcher of beer. I can’t help myself from feeling a flicker of anger at the other guys in the bar watching her as she sashays over. Drifter, Gunner, and Buzz are equally salivating, but that doesn’t bother me.
She doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated or embarrassed. In fact, she’s practically glowing, her hair tousled and her lips full in that just-fucked way that drives guys insane. She has no idea the effect she has on us. Just thinking of fucking her over my desk, those glorious tits bouncing as I drove deep into her has my cock hardening again and I try to push the thoughts from my mind.
“Another pitcher of beer for you guys, and can I get you anything else?” she asks with a smile.
Drifter immediately jumps up, towering over her and standing a little too close, Buzz does the same and her eyes widen with surprise. But the way her lips part and her pupils dilate tells me she likes the attention.
“I’m Drifter.”
“And I’m Buzz.”
“That’s Gunner over there,” Drifter says, pointing at Gunner who nods his head in acknowledgment, silently watching. “And you’ve already met Angel,” Drifter adds teasingly, sizing her up and testing her reaction.
Her eyes flicker from me and back to them. “I’m Skye,” she replies with a smile.
I can tell they’re gearing up for some serious flirtation, Drifter is already toying with a curl of her hair. Her chest is heaving as she breathes heavily, her tits tantalizing. I need to nip this in the bud before the guys forget who she is and get carried away.
“We’ll take a bottle of whiskey, Tammy knows which one,” I bark at her.
She jolts slightly as though I’ve startled her from a daydream. I can’t help but wonder if it’s a fantasy involving all four of us.
“Of course, coming right up,” she replies, setting the pitcher down and giving us all one last look of barely concealed desire before heading back to the bar.
We all watch her as she walks away.
“Damn, that girl is something…” Buzz says, eyes glued to her perky ass.
“I think she wants us,” Drifter chips in cheekily, I can already tell where his mind’s going.
“She’s off-limits,” I growl, “Diesel’s acting like a googly-eyed father figure around her already and she’s Tommy Gun’s kid, we can’t disrespect his memory like that.”
The guys reluctantly agree, and we talk business, but we’re all distracted by Skye’s presence. Staying away from her when she’s being dangled in front of us every day is going to be tough. I’m hopeful that maybe she’ll get bored and quit, or she’ll be scared off when she realizes what this place is like. But something about her tells me that isn’t going to happen. And the way she looks at all four of us makes me think this girl’s gonna make it damn hard for us to resist.
This is going to be a long summer…