Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
I couldn’t believe it when I saw her coming up the ramp from the beach. I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off her. Much to the amusement of my brothers. The fucking smile she gave Juggler grates on me. And I hate that it does. I need to fuck this chick out of my system.
I lean against the table and watch Griff work; the guy is a genius. I’m good at tattooing. But not even close to being anywhere near as good as he is. His artwork is phenomenal. The Knights own Soulless Ink, having a studio in each city where we have a chapter, we all make decent bank from them, but the Newcastle boys are rolling in it, and it’s all because of Griff and his talent.
“So, the Glasgow boys called.” I look up at Knuckles, he glances around the room at each of us. “Looks like what was left of the Poisoned Devils has left their city. But they don’t know where they’ve gone. We need to be on our guard. We took so many of them out, they’ll be looking for revenge.”
I blow out a breath, folding my arms over my chest as I take a step forward.
“I’m not sure me moving chapters right now is such a good idea. They would have seen Manchester on the back of our kuttes they’ll be headed directly for us…”
Knuckles grabs me by my shoulders, shaking his head and looks me dead in the eye. “Brother, it’s a big change. And it’s going to be a massive adjustment for all of us. But it’s the right move. You were always destined to ride in the same club as Nitro. You were the best SAA the Manchester chapter has ever had. We’re stronger than we’ve ever been because of you. We’re gonna miss you, but it’s time. London needs you. They need someone to help strengthen them, they need you to help make them a stronger club. I promise you’ll be the first call I make if we need help.”
I look to Knuckles then turn to face Nitro. He’s my best friend, he asked for me personally. Hell, his club asked for me personally. I know how much he wants me there, how much they need help. Their committee is full of the old guard. Their previous VP died out on a run, poor fucker had a heart attack mid ride and crashed his bike into the central reservation. He died three days later.
Since then, the older guys have said they want to pull back, they don’t want the stress of being in the committee, they’re ready to step aside for the young guns. As an outsider I don’t have any ties to any of them in there, making me the perfect brother to gauge who’s cut out for it and who isn’t.
And Knuckles is right about Manchester. We’ve worked hard the last few years to build up our chapter. We have some incredible brothers, and some crazy fuckers to boot. But that combination of men makes us what we are. They don’t need me there. There are several of the brothers who can move into the SAA spot. Each one will serve the club well.
I give both of them a chin lift, and let the tension leave my body taking a step back and leaning back against the table.
“We don’t need to worry about this shit tonight. Party at the clubhouse, lets blow off some steam.” Juggler gives us a nod then heads out leaving the rest of us at the shop to wait for Griff to finish up.
The clubhouse is wild, there are club girls getting fucked and giving blow jobs everywhere I turn. I scan the room, looking for someone free. There are several whores patrolling the room looking for one of us to get their claws into. I spot a dark-haired whore by the end of the bar. She’s sipping on a glass of clear liquid eyeing up the room. I down my beer and make my way over to her.
She flutters her eyes at me the moment I step up to her.
“Hey there sexy.”
“Not interested in small talk. Get on your knees.”
She gives me a fucking cheesy grin than drops to her knees. Her hands make quick work of my belt and zipper, getting my pants around my ankles within seconds.
I hiss when her cold hands make contact with my dick. I’ve been hard for hours thinking about the blonde bombshell. The whore’s dark hair falls around her face, and it pisses me off.
I tip my head back, close my eyes and picture Marissa. I imagine her on her knees in front of me. I tip my head forward grabbing her hair and wrapping it around my fist, her tongue runs up my shaft then her lips wrap around the tip. I forcefully push her head all the way down my shaft.
Her hands grab my thighs, her long nails digging into my skin. She looks up at me through her lashes as I pull her back, then force her back down. She hollows out her cheeks sucking as best she can, spit drips from the side of her mouth, as she struggles to take me. I’m not small by any means, but this chick isn’t new to this. She’s been at this clubhouse for years. She’s Juggler’s go to for a blow job. And we all know that he’s got a fucking huge dick.
I need to let loose, pulling her off my dick I tip her head back and look down at her.
“You need to tell me if you’re good with rough or if you want me to let you up.”
She grins at me, then pops out her tongue, the tip running up my slit, “Be as rough as you want sexy. I’m good.”
I shake my head; I hate that she keeps calling me sexy. I push her down my shaft so fucking hard, her eyes widen in surprise as my dick hits the back of her throat. I pull her back, almost all the way off then slam her back down.
Her nails dig into my thighs and I swipe them away. I don’t mind her holding my thighs, but I don’t want her marking me. I tighten my hold on her hair, holding her in place as I use my strength and thrust my hips forward slamming my dick into her mouth, then back out again. Her cheeks hollow out, as she sucks, she flattens her tongue and widens her throat allowing me more access.
She grips my thighs again but removes them almost instantly when I pull her back and shake my head at her. I’m close, tingles begin in my stomach and my dick begins to throb. I push her all the way down on my dick and hold her in place. Her eyes begin to tear, and her face turns red as she struggles to breathe. I pull her off giving her a second to catch her breath then slam her back down again, as my dick pules and my hot cum shoots down her throat.
The whore takes it, swallowing down as much as she can. But I’m disappointed to see that she can’t manage it all, my cum and her spit drip from her mouth and down her chin. I hold her in place, catching my breath as I empty my dick into her mouth and down her face. I push her back, and she falls back on her heels she smiles as she wipes the spit and cum from around her mouth.
I reach down, pulling up my jeans and covering up my dick. She stands, her hands resting on my torso as she leans toward me, and I take a step back.
“There’s rooms free, maybe we?—”
“Not interested. Find someone else.”
Her face falls and she looks genuinely disappointed when I take another step back. I don’t give a shit; I walk away before she has a chance to say anything else.
I got what I needed. I wish it had of been someone else on their knees in front of me. I suddenly feel my own wave of disappointment wash over me.
I take my seat back at the bar and signal to the prospect to grab me a beer. I turn to face the room and watch the brunette drop to her knees in front of Juggler. I shake my head, more at myself than her. I can’t believe I just face fucked this bitch while imagining Marissa on her knees in front of me.
What the fuck is wrong with me?