Chapter Six #2
Spider shakes his head, muttering, “You assholes just had to go out and find the craziest set of ol’ ladies to claim, didn’t you?
Now, the rest of us can’t have any fun without you pussies whining your women are going to castrate you in your sleep.
Bethany will always terrify me with the way she’ll cold cock a chick hitting on Nightmare with such ease.
Not to mention, Flame knifing anyone who comes at her.
It’s not natural, having women so possessive like you all do. ”
A few chuckle, no doubt the ones with the crazy ol’ ladies. We don’t have to worry about those things here, as the only ol’ ladies we have around are chill.
Blaze cuts in, taunting, “You’ve just got blue balls since you can’t fuck Torch’s daughter. Tell us the truth, Spidey, you’ve got it bad for sweet little Annabelle Teague now that pumpkin’s all grown up.”
The space echoes with everyone ‘oh-ing and oh-shitting,’ dropping shocked comments, but also at the same time not sounding that surprised with Blaze’s comment. I can’t help but wonder if this will turn into a fistfight. Probably not, but we’ll see. I may get to scuffle today after all.
Torch adamantly promises, “The next motherfucker who speaks my daughter’s name, or better yet, even fucking thinks of her, will no longer have a cock swinging. I will burn that shriveled-up pathetic tiny excuse of a dick off and then kick your teeth in.” His threat makes several of us laugh.
I’m glad I don’t have a daughter; there’s no way I could handle men in the picture with her, let alone one of my brothers wanting to be with her. Ripper glances at me, “‘House, you gonna go get the girls from the club? Think they’d want to come party with us tonight?”
Of course, they want to party. Those women love me, but what will Raven think if I show up asking for them all to come by the clubhouse? Will she think I’m going to fuck them too? Would she even care?
Probably not.
I’m acting like a chick over this right now, worrying about what she’ll be thinking of me when she’ll most likely not want anything to do with me.
We fucked for my birthday; at least I think it was because of my birthday, but I could be wrong.
It was after the exact date, but we were so close before I was dragged outside, and the strip club was forced to close for the night.
Anyway, it’s been a week since I was inside of her.
Since I saw her.
Felt her.
Not my fault. I promise I was not blowing her off in any way.
I’ve never been that sort of guy before, and I damn sure wouldn’t be some type of way with her.
I’ve been busy as the SAA of our club; I have responsibilities, especially with this patch over.
Okay, and I’ve also sort of been a little bit of a chicken shit about what went down between us.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to see her—more than anything—but what if she doesn’t want to see me after the way things went down? We fucked in the strip club, and the other girls have to know about it by now. Shit, maybe they won’t want to come back to the MC with me either. What a cluster fuck.
The memory hits me of Raven’s voodoo pussy sliding up and down my cock, and instantly the thoughts have me transfixed all over again. Yeah, I need me some more of that, for sure. She’s probably missing my cock by now, too. At least, I hope she is.
“I’ll go,” I instantly agree with a nod. I’m definitely not going to not go and possibly miss a chance at seeing Raven. Even if she doesn’t want to come with the other dancers, at least I may be able to catch a glimpse of her…Or something. Anything.
“Hey, dipshit, I need you to ride with me,” I mutter, roping in my prospect, Ammo, the moment I see him. He’s one of the more easy-going, laid-back type out of the prospects, which is a good thing since he’s always around, it seems.
“You got it. Where are we headed?”
“Strip club, going to get some girls.”
“Sweet, I’m always down for a night filled with titties.”
I scoff, “You’ll be cleaning up and pouring beers, so don’t get your cock too hard over the prospect of tonight.”
He shuts up, and I settle my attention on Manic, Plague’s prospect.
“You too,” I order. He’s about to get patched in and has no idea, so we’ve been basically making him be stuck up our asses to see how much shit he’ll put up with before finally welcoming him into the fold.
Plague’s best friend from school will most likely end up taking Manic’s place once he’s a patched member.
I notice my motorcycle is extra shiny, thanks to Plague pimping his prospect’s cleaning skills out to the rest of us. I’ll have to remember it later and buy his woman some cookies or some shit. The chick has a crazy sweet tooth, but I guess it matches her personality; she’s a good girl.
The three of us load up without another word, and then we’re ripping out of the lot.
Our bikes are loud enough together to know we’re coming, long before we arrive at our destination.
It only takes a few minutes before we’re pulling into the lot, the sign above blinking Girls, Girls, Girls.
It’s normally a bright red, but it’s still too light outside for it to do much advertising.
Regardless, I only have one thing on my mind while I’m climbing off my bike.
Raven.