Chapter One #2
The same thing goes for most of the patch bunnies here.
The club brothers share all of them, and it’s not something that’s ever bothered me.
I fucking love sex. Love physical touch.
There’s nothing better than a wet, tight pussy between the legs of a sexy woman, my hands on their bare, smooth flesh.
I love everything about it, being in control, the build-up, the release.
It’s a purely physical experience, and one I’m fucking obsessed with.
I’ve got three rules: I don’t kiss on the mouth, I wrap it up every time, and I never come inside them.
I don’t want an old lady, and I’ve got no interest in bringing kids into this fucked-up world.
The patch bunnies are all good girls, and I’d be a careless asshole if I didn’t make sure my rules never get broken—for their sake, and mine.
I don’t want to give them hope for something more, because it’s never going to be an option.
Cora’s eyes flare when she sees me walk in, not wasting any time to crowd my space, pressing her tits against my chest as she walks her fingers upward.
“I had fun last night. Maybe we can repeat it?” Last night, when I bent her over the railing of the deck and fucked her hard and fast, while a few of my patch brothers watched.
I grip a handful of her bun, pulling it backward to arch her neck.
“Yeah? You like my cock stretching your pussy, Cora?”
She visibly shivers against me. I know she does.
That’s why she comes and begs for it, why she whines and pouts when she sees me with other bunnies.
Her jealousy doesn’t bother me, and while she may hope like hell I get my head out of my ass someday, she knows deep down I won’t.
I’m not the type to settle down. Cora pushes her hand down my pants, gripping my rapidly hardening cock, thumb running over each of my piercings.
My hand tightens in her hair, my other hand sliding up her dress to rub against her pussy.
Her panties are already wet, and I slide two of my fingers back and forth against the spot, making her arch into me.
“Maybe you can take me back to your room later? Let me have a ride on the dick I love so much.” My cock shrivels up at the thought.
While I love having public sex, love putting on a show, knowing eyes are on us, there’s a whole other reason I only fuck patch bunnies out in the open.
I don’t do intimacy. None of them have ever seen inside my bedroom, and I sure as fuck don’t bring them back there to make love in my bed.
I grip Cora’s wrist hard enough to get her attention, but not enough to cause her pain. She hasn’t done anything wrong, and I’m grateful for her being here, but she can’t cross my boundaries, just like I won’t cross hers.
“You know that’s not gonna happen, so quit trying. You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you, but it won’t be more than that.” I pull her hand from my jeans and take a step back, putting some space between us and adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position.
Cora pouts, her pink lips pursed, her arms crossing at her chest. Her disappointment and frustration don’t bother me in the slightest. She knows the deal, and I can’t control her feelings when she doesn’t get what she wants.
I’ve always been up front and honest. If the chick has it in her head she can change me, she’s got another thing coming.
“I’ve got to be in church. I’ll see you later,” I reply curtly, second cup of coffee long forgotten.
“Sure thing.”
I leave the kitchen, passing by Morgan and Chaos’ woman, Saige, who are sitting at the bar together, deep in conversation.
I give them a curt nod, heading straight for business.
Church is sacred to us. The room sits at the back of the clubhouse off our main living space, behind two heavy wooden doors that are kept closed at all times.
No one goes in or out without an invitation from Chaos.
All of our important club meetings, votes, and conversations happen behind these closed doors.
I’m proud to be a ranked member here, and I value my position and the brotherhood more than anything else in life.
Being able to walk into this room and take my place at the table is an honor I don’t take lightly.
Chaos is already there, taking his seat at the head of the table, Malice to his side, Sin on the other. Noose, one of our two road sergeants, and I take our seats on the other side of them, leaving Rolo’s and our other road sergeant, Rogue’s, seats empty for now.
The room is silent, waiting for Chaos to fill us all in when Malice cracks open a fucking bag of cookies, tossing one into his mouth, the crunch echoing through the room.
I roll my eyes at him. It’s barely seven in the morning, and he’s eating fucking cookies, in church no less.
We all look at him with disbelief. Even though we aren’t actually surprised.
“Problem you want to share?” Malice asks, eyes bouncing around wildly at each of us.
“No,” Chaos snaps. “Otto wants in.”