Tyrant
I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking or doing. I was losing my mind. After fighting to stay away from Lakelyn as much as possible since the move to my townhome, I insisted she get ready to go with me. I knew she would’ve fought me if I hadn’t used the bribe of her seeing River.
I was both anxious and excited to see her in what I had given her.
I’d asked Alice what size Lakelyn was, based on her clothes.
I assumed she looked when she washed them.
She did and was able to tell me without a problem.
I then asked what shoe size Alice thought she wore.
Again, she had an answer. Calculating in my head, I guessed what her actual clothing size would be, and armed with that and a list of makeup from Alice on what to buy, I went shopping.
Yes, me, the badass ogre of the Kings of Anarchy, went into a shop where they sold women’s clothing and shoes.
I almost broke out in hives, but I refused to admit defeat and run.
I was a goddamn biker. Nothing scared me.
When I saw the dress on a mannequin, I knew it was perfect for Lakelyn.
I found her size, then went to check out the shoes.
Again, I found a pair I liked. We’d have to see if she agreed.
The last stop was a makeup counter, where a woman chatted away to me about what I was buying.
I finally handed her the slip of paper and said I wanted everything on it, and that I was in a hurry.
When I went out to my bike, I was several hundred dollars poorer, but I didn’t regret it.
Not until I got home and asked myself what I was doing.
However, I was committed, so I walked into the house and demanded she get ready.
When it came to women, my interactions with them had been roughly the same all my life.
Once I was old enough, I found someone I found attractive enough to have sex with.
I wasn’t looking for a relationship, so I didn’t care about her life or anything else, just whether she wanted to fuck or not.
I had to be honest, I’d never found it hard to find women who would.
Before or after my tattoos, they’d been fascinated by the danger and my rough, biker personality.
It was made clear before they joined that cumsluts were here for sex and not anything permanent.
If they had those ideas, they could forget them.
Those who came and went sometimes got ideas about being an old lady, and when they did, they were informed of the truth.
Some would leave angry, while others would shrug and keep coming back anyway.
I didn’t deal with everyday women, meaning those outside our lifestyle.
There were no dates with soccer moms, teachers, or anyone like that.
I doubted they’d like my kind of sex or my way of life.
That has been enough for me for the past thirty-five years.
Or it had, until recently, when those pesky feelings of loneliness and not wanting to have sex as often had hit me.
I had no idea what the cause was. Was thirty-five too young for a guy to have a midlife crisis?
If not, it meant I was getting old, but I didn’t feel like it.
It was probably a terrible mistake to take Lakelyn to the clubhouse tonight.
It was Saturday night. Things would be loud and wild as the night progressed.
When I asked myself why I was doing it, all I got back was that I needed to see how she reacted.
What would she say or do when faced with a biker’s lifestyle?
The soft tapping of footsteps tore me away from my thoughts.
I glanced over. I was pacing the living room.
I’d changed shirts, but that was it. I swear, when I saw her, I lost the ability to breathe.
I knew the dress would look good on her.
I hadn’t known it would look incredible.
The color, along with her skin, eyes, and hair, and how it hugged her body in all the right places, was unbelievable.
Lakelyn was sexy, but in an elegant yet flirty way.
It wasn’t trashy. She looked nothing like the women who would be at the clubhouse. None of them would compare.
She’d left her hair down. I saw she had some of the makeup I’d bought on.
I couldn’t care less whether she wore any, but I figured most women liked to.
It was done in a way that didn’t look harsh.
Not the way the others wore theirs. It wasn’t loud or garish.
On Lakelyn, it enhanced what she already had.
Her words shook me from my enthrallment.
“I did what you demanded. I don’t know why you want me in this outfit, but let’s get this over with. I want to see my brother.”
Her bitey attitude made me want to smile.
She was determined to make me set them free.
I had news for her. It would take a helluva lot more than that to do it.
My gut told me I needed to know why they were on the street.
I’d learned long ago not to discount it.
I’d recently done that, and look what had happened with Arturo and his bunch.
“You look gorgeous. And it was something different. The color suits you. Before we go, I will warn you. Tonight will be different from the previous times you’ve been in the clubhouse.
It’s the weekend. The guys like to cut loose and have a good time.
It involves drinking and lots of women who come to have a good time with us.
If you can’t take it, just let me know, and I’ll have someone bring you back.
I know it’s too much for most who haven’t been in our lifestyle. ”
She stared at me for a few moments, then responded. “So you mean I’ll have to put up with a room full of Meras and watch you men get drunk and have sex on the tables?”
“Tables, the bar, the pool table, pretty much anywhere,” I said, wanting to shock her.
Her face didn’t register shock or disgust. It seemed almost intrigued.
“I don’t want River there for that, so if it’s happening now, he needs to stay at Cobra’s. I’ll go there and visit him. You can go ahead to the clubhouse and have your fun.”
“No, you’re coming with me. The main action doesn’t start for a while, so you’ll have time to spend with River before he leaves, though he is seventeen. He’s almost an adult,” I reminded her.
“I know he is, and he knows what sex is. He probably has already had it. However, I don’t want it in his face until he’s officially an adult, which isn’t for seven more months.”
“Then I guess you two will go to bed like good children,” I taunted. I wanted to make her stay, but I wasn’t sure why. She took the bait.
“Think again, Tyrant. I said I don’t want River there for that. I’m not a kid. I can handle it just fine.”
“We’ll see. Are you ready to go?”
“I’ve been waiting on you,” she responded. I swear, her sassiness in another woman would irritate me, but in Lakelyn, I enjoyed it. I liked riling her up to see what she’d say or do.
I led the way to the door. As I held it for her, she swept by me like a queen with her head held high.
After I shut the door, I caught up to her, but not too fast. I enjoyed watching her ass sway in that dress.
She wasn’t doing it on purpose like others would.
It was how her body moved. It did nothing for the erection I was fighting to keep subdued.
The evening was still warm. The music grew louder as we got closer to the clubhouse.
Not only was it Saturday night, but it was Memorial Day weekend.
That was always a crazy celebration, especially for those who served.
I took her in via the door we’d used to take her and River to the townhomes the first and subsequent times.
I had gotten a text from Cobra, so I knew her brother was already there.
“Lord, it sounds like they’re already shitfaced. Are you sure any of them will be conscious by dark?” she asked.
“Maybe not all of them, but more than you think.”
“Will you be?” she asked.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” I teased her. She rolled her eyes at me.
By then, we’d made it to the common area. Some guys were in there, while others were outside in the grilling area. I smelled the food cooking. Inside, they were setting up to serve the food. River came rushing over to her. They hugged, and then Lakelyn looked over at me.
“They’re having a cookout, Lake. It smells so good,” River told her.
Lakelyn turned to me. “I didn’t know you were having a cookout.”
“We do every Memorial weekend,” Cobra informed her. He’d followed River over.
“God, I’ve lost track of what the date is. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I asked.
“I would’ve helped if I’d known. Who did all this?”
I was taken aback. As much as she resented being forced to stay here, I never thought to ask her to help with the preparations.
“The prospects, the girls, and then some of the guys. Or at least the guys we trust around food. Some you don’t want near it. They’ll poison it just by looking at it,” Cobra said before I could.
She smiled. “They can’t be that bad.”
“Oh yeah, they can. Take Charmer over there. He can charm the birds out of trees and the ladies out of their panties in church, but if you let him near something cooking, it’ll turn out like shit, and you’ll be in the hospital with food poisoning,” Cobra told her.
“Did I hear my name? It’s about time you told her what a stud I am. Lakelyn, come join me and let me tell you all about me.” That was Charmer’s automatic response as he made his way over to us.
He smiled at her, and I felt my good mood evaporate as he checked her out. There was nothing but male appreciation for a very sexy, attractive woman. Others checked her out as well.
“You did hear your name said, but you and I can’t talk. I know about you charming the ladies out of their panties. You can’t have mine,” she told him without missing a beat.