Chapter 13
WHITE BOY
Fuck!
I had to go and open my big mouth, didn’t I?
My mom won’t stop blowing up my phone, which tells me Jade already called her.
I can’t take it back. It’s out there now. Every fucking thing.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I couldn’t just tell her I love her. Oh. No. I had to talk about marriage, the ring, and babies.
I’m a goddamn idiot.
Pulling up to the black, compound gate, I wait for it to retract before rolling through on my bike and parking out front of the clubhouse. I need a drink. I need… her.
Why did I have to go and say that stupid shit?
Jaw clenched, I swing off my chrome beaut and head for the one place to drown my sorrows—the clubhouse bar.
It’s late, but the common room is hoppin’ when I make it inside.
Brothers are shootin’ pool. Somebody let in a few whores, even though we’re currently at war.
Brew must be takin’ a break from his old lady and their baby, ‘cause when I drop my ass on a stool, he’s got a cold one in front of me within seconds and a shot of amber liquid as a little extra pick-me-up.
I lift my chin in thanks and down the ounce of hell.
It burns like a son of a bitch on its path to my belly.
I chase it with a beer. Brew fills it again, and I don’t say shit.
I drink. Whatever he puts down, I toss back.
It doesn’t take long for my eyes to grow heavy and my limbs to loosen.
The numbness sets in like it always does when I get shitfaced, and damn if it’s not a relief to stop feeling for a bit.
To stop thinking about her and my stupid-ass mouth.
Rock music pumps through the jukebox as one of my brothers gets a blowjob on the couch nearby.
The brunette on her knees pushes her ass in the air, her skirt around her waist, and rubs that smooth pussy for all of us to see.
My dick feels nothing. Not a twitch. Not an inkling of desire.
Sure, she’s cute, objectively. This is the same reason Bitty and I haven’t had much of a relationship, sexually speaking.
My cock doesn’t work for her. Not like it should.
It takes special pills to stay hard. Oh.
I know why that is, because I’m a one-woman man. And that woman?
Fuck.
I just screwed it all up.
One taste of that cunt.
Christ.
It was better than I dreamed.
Brew waves to someone who enters through the hall.
When I follow his line of sight, I’m only half surprised to see Viper, naked, with his half-hard dick swinging like a baseball bat.
Attached to his arms are Bitty and one of her friends.
They’re also naked. Tits and pussies out.
Hickeys on their necks. That fresh fucked look.
Right.
So, I guess we’re over, over. I mean, I suppose I should have known, given the fight on the phone the other night, but still, this is turning out to be an epic shitshow of an evening.
My girlfriend fucked my brother, and by the looks of it, that other chick, too. I didn’t know she was bi. Not that I care either way.
I just ate out my soulmate and came without touching myself.
Yeah.
This tracks.
Shit. Show.
Dropping my forehead to the cool bar top, I groan.
To make matters worse, the naked jackass with a zucchini for a dick, slides onto the stool beside me and clasps my shoulder. “Bro. You good?”
Yep. Just peachy.
“Sure,” I mumble.
Viper leans in and whispers too damn close to my ear. “I didn’t fuck your girl, if that’s what it looks like. I fucked her friend, and her friend fucked her. They’re chicks, so it doesn’t count.”
It does count, but I don’t have the capacity to give a single, solitary fuck.
Sitting up to save face, I roll my shoulders. “It’s none of my business.”
The blonde I was dating approaches. Clasping her hands in front of her bare pussy, her small tits squeeze together. “White Boy, can we talk?” Bitty asks, sounding a whole lot guilty. “Please.”
Heaving a sigh, I pat the open stool beside me.
Let's get this over with.
Brew slides a glass of water over to Viper and Bitty and sets another beer in front of me. We make eye contact for a beat. He knows I need the liquid courage to get through this.
Here goes nothing.
I turn to my ex and paste on a smile. “I get it. I couldn’t give you what you wanted. You made that clear. I wish you the best.” See. I am nice. I can be nice. There’s no point in dragging this out any longer than we already have.
Bitty leans forward and sips delicately from her straw before turning just enough to give me a front row view of her pale, rosy-tipped breasts. “No. That’s… I’m sorry.”
I wave her off. “It’s cool. You and your friend are into Viper. Y’all have fun. No hard feelings.”
She touches my arm, and I force myself not to shrug her off. “So, it’s over, over? You’re letting me go, just like that?”
“Yeah. It’s been over for a while. You deserve some happy.”
“I…” Bitty dashes tears from under her eyes. “This is shitty.”
I shrug, not all that bothered. “People break up.” Can’t say I give much of a shit that this is done. It was fun while it lasted.
“You don’t want me anymore?” She bats her fake eyelashes. I dunno if she’s trying to pull one over on me or if she doesn’t realize she’s doing it, but she can bat those babies all day long, and it changes nothing.
“I want you to be happy,” I comment, meaning every word. “I’m not makin’ you happy. I can’t give you what you want. It’s the right thing to do.”
“You don’t even want to try?”
I drag my gaze up and down her petite form. “You’re sitting naked on a stool next to me, Bitty, after having a woman eat your pussy, while she was bein’ fucked by one of my brothers.” I think we’re well past trying.
She touches my arm, all sweet and delicate. “It was just fun. White Boy, please.”
This time, I do shrug her off. “No. This needed to happen. I’m not angry. It’s for the best.”
Her tone hardens. “This is because of Jade, isn’t it?”
Once more, I rake her form, so she gets what I’m puttin’ down.
“Do you need me to repeat what I just said? You’re naked, Bitty.
” I nod to her bare tits. “After having sex with other people.” Her pussy is on the stool.
She’s turned so her breasts are almost touching me.
Even if Jade wasn’t in the picture, I’m not a man who shares.
With an outraged huff, Bitty shoves my shoulder. “You’re an asshole.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? Okay?!” she shrills. “That’s all you’re gonna say?”
I nod. “Yes.” There’s no need for elaboration. No, might be a complete sentence, but so is yes. Yes. I am done. Yes. I’m an asshole. Yes is all I’m gonna say.
The squeal that erupts from my ex is the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Launching herself off the stool, she stalks around me, grabs Viper’s hand, and hauls him toward the hallway. Her bare feet slap angrily against the floor as he trails after her.
Just before they slip into the hall, he meets my gaze over his shoulder.
I wave for him to get on with it. He has my blessing to fuck her into the next century.
I don’t give a damn what they do. If she thinks using Viper is gonna get my attention or make me jealous, it’s not.
His wide, feral grin is ridiculous as he nods and picks the woman up.
Her resounding squeak is the last I hear or see of them.
Good riddance.
One woman down.
Only one more to go.
Tomorrow.
When I sober up.