Chapter Sixteen #2
“I’m a wrong’un, babe. It’s part of my charm.” Wow, it’s like he read my mind, and that was a little unnerving, to be honest. He seemed to see far more than I expected him to.
“We should get going. I need to get back home and stuff.”
“Get yourself all clean for me to tongue-fuck, you mean?”
“Jesus, Rocket!” I snapped as I stood up and thrust his sleepy pup at him.
“So cute when you chew me out.” He stood with me, and followed me back to my car.
I had to drop him back at the clubhouse before I could leave, but I hadn’t realised just how hard it’d be to watch him get out of the car and walk away.
He turned twice to wave at me, then he made a lewd gesture with his tongue.
I was laughing as I drove away from the gates.
Iwas almost at the door, ready to leave for Rocket’s promised night of pleasure, when Auntie Pam caught up with me.
“Will you be seeing Caroline, V?”
I froze, halfway through pulling the door handle.
“What?”
“You said you’re going to the clubhouse? I assume that’s the same one Harley is a member of? I just wanted to send this with you. She asked to borrow it.”
She handed me a carrier bag, and I resisted the urge to check inside.
“She uh… I don’t know if she’ll be there, Auntie P.”
She simply smiled. “Then bring it back with you tonight, love. No harm done, right?”
Jesus. How to answer this without sounding like a whore, right?
“I uh… might not be back tonight.”
I didn’t miss that look on her face. The complete lack of surprise at my response. Did she think I was a slut? I stayed out last night, and now tonight too.
“I’m just having fun,” I said finally and she patted my arm.
“Not judging you, love. You deserve to enjoy life more. You’re smiling more than you did when you first arrived here, so whoever you’re spending time with, I’m glad they’re lifting your spirits.”
I was hoping he’d lift more than my spirits, but I didn’t risk saying that. As sweet as Auntie P was, she was a little prudish about sex, and us women taking what we fucking deserve.
“He’s just a friend. I’m helping him with his puppy.”
It sounded like an innuendo the moment I said it, and I knew she took it that way too, because she shook her head at me.
“So many terms for these things these days. I can’t keep up.”
I was in the car and heading down the street when the giggles started.
She was so sweet and innocent at times, in fact, maybe it made sense that Caroline had been too.
Until she met her biker man. Now she was coming out of her shell, and living her life.
And maybe, just maybe by living her life, she’d helped me find something for me too.
When I pulled up to the gates of the biker compound, the same young guy who’d let me in before was already pulling them open.
“Evening! Rocket’s waiting for you in the lounge.”
Lounge? There was a lounge? He must have read my blank look, because he turned and pointed to the building I’d seen last time but we hadn’t gone near.
“Thanks. Shall I park where I did before?”
The guy scratched his jaw, looking personally affronted by my car.
“Sure, whatever. We don’t get many cages in here.”
Cages. Cars. I’d learned that one, but it still made me shake my head. There was nothing wrong with being in a damn car.
I headed for the building I’d been sent to, and pulled the door open, hearing a few voices and some laughter. Great. Was I going to have to spend time with his brothers before he ate me?
“Babe! Come and play pool with me.” The instant Rocket yelled that to me, the few guys in there immediately turned to me and made various gestures. Some shook their heads, and one was waving his hand in the air and mouthing the word ‘no’. What the hell was wrong with me being here?
“Am… are women not allowed or something?”
Micro suddenly pushed past the others, and grinned widely at me.
“We were just celebrating, but I’m leaving now.” Okay, whatever. He leaned closer.
“They’re warning you not to play pool against the club hustler, that’s all.” Oh.
“Pres, what the fuck are you doing here. Don’t you have, like, a new baby or some shit?”
An olive skinned guy with slicked back hair edged around me and slapped Micro on the back so hard he staggered forward a step.
Jesus. Was he a friend or foe? He looked familiar, but I didn’t know his name.
I moved around everyone, looking for Rocket, because at least I knew him.
The other seven or so guys were vaguely familiar from the night of horror, but I only knew Micro’s name for sure.
“You’re the club hustler? That’s hot.”
Rocket laughed, and flipped his middle finger at everyone else in the room.
“You warned her? Bastards.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, leaning closer to murmur close to his ear.
“What were you hoping to win?”
He slid an arm around me and tugged me close, his eyes on my lips.
“All the fucking things, babe. I want you every which way, and then all over again.”
“Ooooh he’s being all romantic.”
“Fuck off, Grease.”
Grease? That was the guy with the slicked back hair, which made sense when you think about it. Maybe all of their names were for reasons like that. Although… what the hell got Rocket or Micro their names?
“Do your weird names all relate to physical attributes?”
“Huh? I’ll show you mine later, babe.”
“You call your dick your rocket?”
I heard chuckles behind me, and Rocket rolled his eyes.
“Nah, my name comes from being caught speeding too many times, that’s all.”
“So…” I leaned closer, “Micro’s is because…?”
He roared with laughter, stepping around me to catch his President’s attention. Oh god no.
“Pres! She thinks you’re called Micro because of… you know.”
Micro groaned. “Fucking hell. Always the assumption. I promise you, it has nothing to do with my fucking dick!”