Chapter 14
Ace
Glancing at my phone for the hundredth time, I checked to see if Cat had sent a text message saying she’d arrived. Until she did, the snakes under my skin wouldn’t rest and therefore neither could I.
“She’ll be here soon,” Blitz consoled, like the totally observant asshole he was.
“Fuck off,” I shot back, though I actually appreciated how well the bastard knew me.
Blitz chuckled, slugging down the last sip of his beer. “I don’t know whether to envy you or pity you, Brother.”
Domino waltzed up right then, having overheard the conversation. “Is Cat on her way over?”
Blitz gave the big man a knowing look. “What do you think?”
“I think Ace is going to go crazy and murder you if he doesn’t nut soon,” the giant crudely answered, a half handle of Jack in his hands.
“Keep it up and I’ll do it whether she comes or not,” I retorted with a smirk.
“Is she bringing the red head along with her tonight?” Domino pressed, predatory interest in his eyes.
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask and didn’t invite her,” I returned noncommittally.
“Selfish bastard,” my brother muttered under his breath.
“Dom, you’ve fucked half the girls here already tonight. What does one more matter?” Blitz challenged in annoyance.
Dom shrugged. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t introduce another lucky lady to “the beast”?
Blitz scoffed. “Tell me you’re not still calling your dick that? Are you fucking twelve?”
Dom had gotten the nickname in high school when one of the cheerleaders he was banging first got a good look at him naked.
“Yup. I’ve got twelve, fat, long inches,” Dom returned with a proud grin, “and I’m going to cram every single one of them into Anna’s tight cunt tonight!”
“You’re a broken man, you know that?” Blitz said with a mixture of affection and disgust.
Dom appeared proud over the insult. “And the ladies love me for it! You know how they go wild over a broken wing.”
As if on cue, Peaches and a new girl I hadn’t met before strolled over to us.
“Hey boys. How about you show my new friend Kendall what hanging with the Night Stalkers is really like. I been bragging about how much fun you guys are. Why don’t you show her a good time tonight?
Show her what keeps me cumming,” she winked, “back for more.”
Donner and Gunner joined our growing circle then, eyeing the new girl appreciatively.
She was tall, about five nine before the stilettos, and had shiny chestnut hair that trailed down her back in sleek waves.
She was a dancer who started working at Kicks, the Club’s titty bar, last week.
With her good looks, soft curves, and ruby red lips, the brothers were obviously interested in breaking her in.
And I couldn’t blame them. If I didn’t have such a hard-on for Cat, I’d be willing to do it myself.
As it was, my dick was apparently now useless for anyone except my mate.
“I do like a good time,” Kendall purred, her green eyes taking in my “Prez” patch and trailing slowly down my chest until they reached my crotch. When she saw the bulge there, inspired by the little blond who was taking far too long to get here, she suggestively licked her shiny lips.
“Is that so?” Donner retorted, his own eyes just as focused on her bountiful assets. “I’ve seen you over at Kicks. I wouldn’t mind you performing that cowgirl routine of yours on my lap. Or, my face,” he added with a leer.
Kendall’s pointed gaze drifted up from my crotch back to my eyes. “How about you, Prez? You like my cowgirl routine?”
“Haven’t seen it,” I coldly stated, already sensing this girl was starting shit. That was the last thing I needed in my Club or with Cat.
Besides, I didn’t think for a minute that Kendall was interested in me.
Women like her never were. Well, not beyond my Prez patch and maybe my cock, that is.
She was clearly a biker bunny, and she was aiming high, probably to become someone’s Old Lady.
Little did this scheming human know, that was never going to happen no matter how good her cowgirl routine was.
The brothers only took supernatural women as their Old Ladies.
Most packs I had seen were the same. No normies allowed.
Well, not beyond a club girl who enjoyed a rough fuck on the regular. It was too complicated otherwise.
“How about I show you then?” Kendall persisted, her attention laser focused on me now. “You can make a decision once I’m done.”
I didn’t doubt this woman knew her way around a cock.
Shit, I’m sure she could seduce most men in her sleep.
But I wasn’t most men, and I wasn’t interested.
I was going to have to make that abundantly clear before Cat showed up and became intimidated, or seriously pissed off, by this overly confident woman.
“Got a woman who rides me just fine,” I straight up told her, just so there wouldn’t be any confusion on the matter.
A flash of anger, followed by a sultry mask, played across her expertly made-up face. “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Right, Prez?”
“Look around you, woman. There’re men aplenty that would love for you to give them a show,” I peaceably offered.
“I’m looking at one right now,” she bluntly challenged, not willing to let this matter drop. I could tell she was the kind of woman who always got what she wanted. Well, not this time, and not with me.
“You overestimate your appeal,” I finally replied, done with this back-and-forth shit. It wasn’t cute, and I wasn’t about to tolerate disrespect to my woman, my club, or myself.
Kendall’s anger bloomed once again. But this time she didn’t bother to hide it. “I didn’t know bitches ran the show in this club,” she pouted, her pretty face not so pretty anymore.
Peaches looked like she’d choked on a stone as she stepped forward and laughed awkwardly. “Kendall’s new to MC life, Prez,” she apologized, trying to dismiss her friend’s rude behavior. “I’ll catch her up to speed about how things work around here.”
I appreciated Peaches’s attempt to smooth things over, but it was too little too late. “I don’t give a fuck what you do with the bitch, just get her out my sight,” I replied tersely. “If she’s rude to me or my boys again, she’ll be kicked off the property for good.”
Peaches nodded obediently, but Kendall’s eyes burned with unspent rage.
“Come on Kendall, I’ll introduce you to some of the other girls,” Peaches offered kindly, as she dragged the taller woman away by her tanned arm.
“Some mouth on her,” Blitz said with a headshake. “Not sure she’s going to make it around here.”
“I’ll show her what she can do with it,” Donner shot back with a sinister laugh, roughly squeezing the crotch of his jeans. “I know how to keep her quiet for hours on end.”
My phone buzzed then, and I unearthed it from the deep pocket of my pants. It was Cat. She was letting me know they’d just arrived.
Dom glanced over my shoulder to read the message, and I gave him a hard shove away from me. The big bastard barely moved an inch, which annoyed the fuck out of me. “Stop looking at my phone, you perv.”
“Is that Cat?” He asked, knowing full well it was. “Ask her if Anna’s coming. If she’s not, ask for her number.”
“Like I said, twelve-fucking years old!” Blitz repeated under his breath.