Loving Lane by Madison Grace
Lane
The noise in the clubhouse is comforting. This is where I always feel at home, regardless of what's going on outside the doors, and in the real world. The Mountain Mavericks MC saved me as a teenager, and I've vowed to live my life paying them back.
Which is why I'm torn.
The club princess, Raven, daughter of prez Crow, has been catching my eye more and more lately. The way she looks at me below those long eyelashes of hers sends a stirring in my cock I haven't felt in years.
Right now, she's tending bar, because she loves it. But every time she leans over to put a beer in front of a patron, I get a glimpse down the deep vee of her cut up t-shirt. Stretching my legs out in front of me to give my tightening crotch more room, I shake my head and pick up my phone, preparing to doom scroll until I have my shit together.
"How was the shop?"
Crow's voice cuts into my scrolling, and since he's my prez, I give him my full attention. "Good, we cleared the backlog, and now we're getting prepared for what we have on the books next week. I'll probably send some guys home early tomorrow. It's been a rough month trying to get caught up."
Crow nods, propping his booted foot up on the chair next to where I'm sitting. "Sounds good. I'm gonna send Raven out to make sure the bookkeeping is in order. You got anything special you want her to do? I'd like for her to start ordering, if you could teach her."
One thing you don't do is tell your prez no. "Sure thing, since it'll be quiet tomorrow, we'll work on that instead of anything extra."
"Alright, I'm headin' out. Y'all be safe," he says to everyone, before he strolls out to the parking lot full of bikes.
Now that I'm alone with my thoughts again, I turn my gaze back to Raven. This time she's looking right at me. Those green eyes of hers pierce straight through to my fucking soul. With a shiver, I break contact, and remind myself for the hundredth time who the fuck she is, and why anything between us will never work.
"Hey..." my ex flavor of the month, Brittany, gives me a small smile. "Are you interested in having a little get to know you session? We haven't done that in a while."
Glancing back over at Raven, I know I should say yes, get some of this sexual frustration out, but I can't. I told myself I'd never be with her again. Not after she went crazy on me one night and pulled a knife to try to be sexy. Newsflash, it wasn't sexy to me. "Nah." I stretch my arms over my head. "I'm good. I have to be up early in the morning. Maybe some other time?"
She pouts. "Lane, you hardly ever deny me."
"Well, there's a good chance that things around here are about to change.
Raven
Watching Lane walk away is one of my favorite things to do. He fills out a pair of worn jeans like no one else does. He's wearing my favorite pair today. The pockets are worn where his wallet has rested so often.
"I don't know what's going on with him, but he didn't want to hang out with me tonight." Brittany whines as she takes a seat at the bar.
She and I aren't exactly friends. I tolerate her because she's been a hanger on for a while. She and I aren't in the same league. I'm the club princess and she could be relieved of her duties at any time. "Looks like he's just not feeling it. I mean, that could be true of anyone at any time, right?"
"Not Crow, and not me. He always wants me. I make everything available to him, Raven." She pouts.
Which is the stupidest thing I've heard. The women like her in this club are what prompt me to think about leaving the life. No one else knows I'm contemplating it, but it's always been a thought in the back of my head. "Well when you give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants, that tells him he doesn't have to do anything for you. You're making it way too easy."
Her eyes roll, and she sneers at me. "You don't have to worry about what you're going to do with your life. You're set because you're the club princess."
Her assumption pisses me off. "If I were set and not expected to do anything other than sit around asking members of the club to do my bidding, why the fuck do you think I bartend here? Or do the books for the garage? Everyone is expected to work around here and contribute. You're not contributing by spreading your legs for the members you like." My voice is sharp and straight to the point. Her hanging around, while being able to do absolutely nothing and us taking care of her is getting on my fucking nerves.
"Fuck you, Raven. You have no idea what it's like for me. I'm not getting any younger."
I toss the rag I'm using to wipe down the scarred top toward her. "Then figure it out, because when those tits get saggy, and the skin that you don't take care of wrinkles, you're going to fuck around and find out. The Mavericks don't take care of anyone who can't take care of themselves."
She glances at me, and if looks could kill, I would be a goner. "Well, just hope you're never in the situation I'm in, because let me tell you; perky tits don't last forever. Neither does a tight cunt. I don't care if your dad is the prez. I won't bow to you."
I carefully lick my lips, pulling the bottom one in between my teeth. "Nobody said you did, but at least I don't get the respect of the men in this club by dropping to my knees."
Turning on her heel, she leaves, but not before she flips me the bird.