2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
“Cheers to men with dicks as big as their attitudes.” The chick next to me at the bar clinks her glass with that of her friend. I let out a chuckle and shake my head.
The hotter one of the two glances at me as she licks her lips and downs her shot. I don’t know why I’m checking her out. She’s too damn young for me. That much I know, but I can’t deny I’m wondering how her pretty red lips would taste and how they’ll look wrapped around my dick.
I only stopped by to have a drink with my nephew, Tree, but plans can change. I take another hard look at her, trying to guess her age. Under thirty but not early twenties either. Fuck me. She looks to be about the age of my niece, Lucie. Probably graduated together.
My fucking luck.
I continue to watch her as she dances to the hard rock, competing with the noise of the conversations happening around the room. She’s got silky, long, dark hair I’m dying to run my fingers through the softness of that frames her heart-shaped face. Everything about her oozes sexiness. From the revealing top she’s wearing to the way her jeans hug her ass and the sultry way she moves her hips when as she sways to the music.
I’d love to take her to Legends, the strip club I own, and have her give me a private show. The woman can move.
“Next round is on me, ladies.”
The one closest to me smiles. “Thank you…”
“Big Daddy.” I hold out my hand.
A giggle escapes her lips, and she presses her fingertips there, trying to suppress the infectious sound.
I pull my hand back and pick up my beer. “Or you can call me BD for short.” I take a quick drink. They say there’s a first time for everything and meeting this beauty and the attraction I’m feeling toward her is something I’ve never experienced.
I’m in my late forties and no stranger to carnal lust. Hell, that’s what landed me in the situation of being married to my wife when I was young, dumb, and full of cum. This is different. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but maybe this tempting woman will prove me wrong.
She intrigues me in a way I have no explanation to define it other than lust, but that doesn’t quite capture whatever this is. I know I want her in my bed tonight and I’m not leaving here without her on the back of my bike.
Something I never do. When I pick someone up, I usually follow them home. I never invite them to ride bitch with me. But as I watch her laugh, that’s exactly what I crave.
“I’m Gwynee and this is Cecilia.”
“Pleasure is all mine. Hey, Randy. Put whatever they want on my tab.”
Her pretty dark green eyes widen as she tries to argue. “I can’t let you do that.”
“The hell he can’t,” her friend shouts, clamping a palm over Gwynee’s lips, earning her a playful bite.
“The proper response is thank you, but I wouldn’t be offended if you want to show gratitude another way.”
“And what way would that be?” She shoves her girlfriend off and raises a brow at me, throwing a bit of sassiness at me. If she thinks a smart mouth will put me off, she’s mistaken. I love a challenge.
“I’m sure I can think of something.” I knock back the rest of my beer, spotting Tree walking in our direction. “It was nice to meet you, Gwynee. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to collect.” Her mouth opens like she’s about to quarrel with me some more, but I shoot her a wink and move off to the back tables so I can talk business with my nephew.
He’s my older sister’s boy. We call him Tree because he’s so damn tall. Fucker towers over me and that’s saying something because I’m a big motherfucker.
“You’re late,” I grouse.
He lifts a shoulder and doesn’t offer an excuse. I signal the server to bring us a couple of beers. Tree glances back at the bar. “Who’s your friends?”
“Nobody for you to worry about.”
“Maybe I want an introduction.”
“You want me to hold your dick for you too?”
“Which one are you after?”
“Neither.”
“Bullshit.”
I get down to business. “You all set to ride out?”
“Yeah. S’all good.”
“Steer clear of the Depraved territory. They’d love nothing more than to catch one of us on our own.”
“I’m not worried about them wannabes. I can pick them off in my sleep.”
“Don’t get cocky. Wicked and Corrupt will ride with you.”
“I can handle a drop.”
“I know you can, but we don’t ride alone.” My sister would crawl out of her grave and kill me if something happened to Tree on my watch. This is his first time going on a run without Hero or myself having his back. I trust my men, and I know Tree can handle the job. Doesn’t mean that a mistake can’t be made and that there aren’t any enemies looking for an opportunity to get one over on us.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He downs his beer.
“Good.” I take a hearty swig of my Modelo and slip him the address for the drop on a scrap strip of paper. I don’t particularly care for modern technology and prefer old school methods, but times are changing.
Tree glances at the address, then burns the paper in the ashtray. Not even supposed to smoke in bars, but some things stay the same as the world moves forward. Owning most of the town and officials has its perks. Not everyone can be bought outright. Eventually, they name their price, or I do a little digging and find out what they value.
“I’m out. You going home or sticking around here?”
“The night’s still young.”
“Thought you said we don’t ride alone?”
“Who said I’ll be alone?” I chuckle.
“Her friend is kind of cute.”
“I don’t need a wingman.”
“Leave me alone, Thad.”
My attention snaps to Gwynee. The dark-haired beauty from the bar.
Tree shakes his head, already guessing where this is headed as I shove my chair back.
“Cover your tits. You look like a slut.” This pushy asshole attempts to put his jacket over her shoulders.
“Just go away. There’s nothing to say.” She takes a step around him, and he grabs her by the arm. She winces in pain. And I’ve had enough.
“You’re either stupid or brave,” I growl at the prick in the suit who doesn’t belong in my bar, let alone in this town.
“Go back to your beer, asshole. This doesn’t concern you.” He turns back to Gwynee.
I tap him on the shoulder. “Stupid it is.” I rear my fist back and coldcock him. The dumbfuck hits the floor and Gwynee stares at me, openmouthed.
“Holy shit. That’s hot,” her friend says, giving me an approving smile. “Serves the cheating bastard right.”
“Is he breathing?” Gwynee kicks at him with her foot.
“For now. Tree,” I call over my shoulder. “Help Butch take the trash out.”
Her friend cackles. “I love this guy.”
“You ladies care to join me at my table?”
“Uh,” Gwynee mutters, looking at her friend, rubbing her wrist.
“I’ll catch up with you. I see someone I know.” Cecilia struts to the other end of the bar, leaving me and the gorgeous woman before me alone as Tree grabs the dipshit by his ankles and drags him toward the door.
Gwynee woodenly walks toward my table, and I pull out a seat for her. “Thank you.” She wears a bewildered expression on her face like she can’t believe bikers can be gentlemen.
“Did he hurt you?”
“I’m okay.”
“So, what’s the story?”
“You don’t want to hear my sad story. Everyone has one.”
“Maybe, but I asked because I want to know about you, Gwynee.”
“Get to know me or get in my pants?”
“Both can be true.” My honesty earns me a beautiful, full smile in return.
“All right. Fair enough.”
“That asshole, is that your type?”
“Thad and I were in what I perceived to be a monogamous relationship for two years. Today I walked in on him screwing someone else. I ended things. You could say he’s no longer my type.”
“Fucking fool.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your ex. He’s a fucking fool.”
“Oh. Right. He’s something.”
“Babe. From where I’m sitting, he’s a whole lot of nothing.”
“Are you telling me you’ve never cheated?”
“When I was young and dumb. Sure. When I was married, not a chance.”
“And you’re not married now?” She glances at my left hand, studying my rings or lack of a wedding band.
“Widowed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Was years ago. Moved on a long time ago.”
“Hmm,” she muses, as though she can’t quite figure me out, and the sentiment is mutual.
“Want to get out of here?”
“With you?”
I glance around. “I’m the only man at this table, unless you’re interested in my nephew.” I grin.
“How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“I don’t want to insult you.”
“Takes more than that to hurt my feelings, babe.”
She takes her time, studying my face and rough hands. “Older than thirty-five, but under fifty.”
“Accurate. What about you?”
“I’m twenty-six soon to be twenty-seven.”
“Fuck me.”
“What? What’s wrong with my age?”
“Damn near old enough to be your father.” I shake my head, knowing I’m fifty shades of fucked up for wanting to pursue this.
“Big Daddy,” she says my name soft and sweet. The sound is pure torture because I feel it in my bones and my dick and immediately imagine her doing it in my bed. “We’re both adults.”
I grunt in agreement. She’s right about that.
“So, old man. What’s a girl got to do to get another drink around here?”
“Come home with me and I’ll show you how old I am.”
“Tempting.”
“You saying you aren’t curious?”
“No. I’ve never done this.”
“What? Gone home with an old man or a stranger?”
“Both.”
I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and flip it open to my license. “Real name. Age. Address.” I shove it toward her.
“Why are you showing me this?”
“You’re safe with me. Snap a picture if it will make you more comfortable.”
“Isn’t that against your code or something?” She teases, glancing at my information.
“I’m the president. I make the rules.” I tap the patch on my cut.
“Why do they call you Big Daddy?”
“That you’ve got to earn.”
“So you’ll give me your wallet but won’t tell me how you earned your road name?”
“Yup.”
“You know how to hook a girl.”
“I’m old, remember? Plenty of experience.” I pull some bills from my wallet and toss them in the middle of the table. “I’m riding out. Are you coming or what?”
“I hope so,” she blurts out, and I chuckle.
“If I take you to bed, you won’t have any doubt.”
Gwynee has a chat with her bestie for a minute before I lead her out to my bike.
Her douche of an ex is nowhere to be seen. If he’s smart, he’s gone home. Back there, I was a little pissed. He doesn’t want to fuck with me when I’m truly angry. I can be an evil fuck when tested. Thad’s a fucking idiot, just like his father and his grandfather. Whole family is a waste of air.
“Your place or mine?”
She tells me her address and I get her on my bike, arms wrapped around me, her tits pressed to my back. I’m going to rock her damn world and show her not all men are losers. Some of us are exactly who we say we are.
I’m a dirty old biker that wants her riding my face and my cock.
Can’t get any more honest than that.