CHAPTER 2
STONE
The curves on that woman ought to be against the damn law.
She had my dick rock hard from the time I spotted her ass swinging in those painted on jeans.
Almost every man in this bitch was drooling, and even though I understand, I didn’t like that shit one bit.
I’m the only man that should be able to look at her ass like it’s mine.
I’m not the type of man who believes in love at first sight or no crazy shit like that. But lust at first glance is definitely a belief I can follow. So when my boy, Crush, said his crazy girlfriend was bringing her cousin, I didn’t really pay him much attention.
I mean, Dee is funny as fuck, and she has to be insane to be involved with a motherfucker as dark as Crush, but I wasn’t expecting her cousin to be so…
much. The woman has dark brown skin, deep-set onyx eyes, and plump suckable lips.
And that ass is so damn juicy, I know she has to be breaking the law somehow.
There’s no reason a pair of jeans should look that damn good.
Then there were her tits; two perfect pieces of round succulence spilled out of her tank top and made my mouth water.
But besides her physical attributes, she has a smart-ass mouth.
Now, I’m not a glutton for punishment or nothin’ like that, and I don’t like a whole lot of dramatics.
But I can’t resist a woman with spice. And in a span of a two-minute conversation, I knew that Roxy was made up of cayenne peppers with a dash of Tabasco to keep you on your toes.
So instead of dragging her ass to one of the bedrooms and slamming her against the wall to have my way with her, I decided to chill the hell out and go get a drink. Not that I need another one. I’m already feeling pretty damn good, but I needed an excuse to get away.
There is nothing more attractive to me than a strong woman. That damsel in distress shit gets on my nerves, but when women see me, for some unknown reason, they see a knight in shining armor. And that’s the last thing I am.
With my rough exterior and sarcastic attitude, I’m nobody’s savior. Hell, with my past, it’s a wonder that I was able to save my damned self.
“Hey, Candy. Get me, two Millers.” I smile at the cute bartender with short brown hair and tatts.
“Sure thing, Stone.” Candy smiles as she pushes her chest out before she saunters off to get my beers.
I shake my head; Candy would be cute if she didn’t constantly keep shit stirred up. I’m surprised Sassy, the club’s Sargent at Arms old lady hasn’t kicked her ass yet.
“Stone Cold, what’s shakin’ bacon?”
“I was just thinking about you,” I say to Sassy as she goes to hug my neck, but Ace grabs her waist and pulls her back.
“What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck are you thinking about my woman?” Ace scowls at me hard, but I chuckle.
“Calm down, caveman.” Sassy rolls her big brown eyes and swats at his arms.
“Candy just went to get my drinks. I was wondering when Sassy was gonna kick her ass.” I smile, and now it was my turn to get the eye roll.
“I’m somebody’s mama. I don’t have time to fight these hoes,” Sassy responds with a smirk.
It’s always funny to hear the sophisticated woman slip back into her street slang. And we both know, if the crazy bartender tries anything out of line, Sassy will slip a foot in Candy’s ass.
Before I can tease her anymore, Candy returns with my beers. She greets Ace but practically ignores Sassy. I see the fire light in the depths of Sassy eyes before she turns and goes to the bar and orders her drinks from Rose.
Ace chuckles before he settles beside me on a barstool. He’s not only the Sargent at Arms of the Hellhounds; he’s also the commander of our enforcers. But it takes a dark motherfucker to be an enforcer, which is why I’m his right hand.
“I’m surprised you’re by yourself.” Ace quirks a thick brow in my direction, and I shrug and take a swig of my beer.
“I actually have a little somethin’ to get into. I’ll check ya later.” I grab the other beer from the bar and stroll back
If I sit too long talking with Ace, shit is bound to get deep. The last thing I want on a party night is to drown in the sorrow of shit I can’t change.
As I walk through the ever growing crowd, I see Po Boy and a group of Louisiana chapter members talking to Big Country.
I don’t recognize a few men in the group, but I hear Po Boy introduce one guy as Kirk something, but I keep walking.
I don’t particularly care for those members.
They’re my brothers by Hellhounds standards, but I don’t have to like their asses.
I continue on and notice the party is in full swing and getting rowdier by the second. No matter what’s going on in the world, the Hellhounds will always make time to throw a good party. We live by our own set of rules and fuck anybody that has anything to say about it.
That’s why when I see Roxy practically hiding in the corner, I instantly know that she isn’t used to our wild shenanigans.
There’s one of the brothers directly in front of her with a bunny on her knees.
She’s slurping and gagging like she’s making a flick while her short skirt is pulled up over her slim hips.
Everyone else is either cheering on the performance or ignoring them completely.
However, Roxy’s almond-shaped eyes look like they are seconds from popping out of her skull.
Although she’s obviously trying not to stare, she’s clutching at her neck like she’s wearing her grandmama’s pearls.
Her mouth is opening and closing like a big mouth bass.
I can see the tinge of embarrassment under her cheeks, but I’m pretty sure if her skin was lighter, she would be beet red.
My chuckle doesn’t quite make it out of my mouth when I notice that Dee and Crush are nowhere to be found, and Big Country is eyeing my woman like she’s the all-you-can-eat buffet.
Hell no!
“Here, baby.” I slid between Roxy and Big Country just before he made his move.
“Baby?” Roxy comes out of her stupor to look at me with a raised brow.
“I’m just trying to protect you from the wolves in here, little lamb.” I tick my head behind me at the behemoth making lustful eyes at Roxy. She swallows hard and nods her thanks before taking a sip of her beer.
When her eyes swing back to the porn in front of us, her eyes go wide again, and she starts to choke on her beer. I pat on her back as I try not to laugh at her.
“Damn, woman, you act like you’ve never seen a dick before.”
“I’ve seen plenty of dicks…” I cock my eyebrow at her with a wry smile, and she blushes again. “You know what I mean. I’m not a virgin. I’ve just never seen a dick just… out. All in public for everyone to see.”
“You don’t have to see it. Just turn away.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.
I want to know enough about this woman to get her into bed, but if she’s judgmental, I refuse to have the headache.
“It’s hard to turn away. It’s like a car wreck.
You’re glad it’s not you, but you want to see what happens next.
Look at her!” Roxy elbows my side, so I look.
“Is she a professional? Like is she on Onlyfans or Pornhub? She has to be famous with skills like that!” Roxy chuckles before taking another sip.
I realize she’s not judging them... or us. She’s just out of her element, and I can appreciate that.
“Nah, she ain’t no professional. But she’s got plenty of practice.”
“Hmmm. I can tell. So this is how ya’ll get down, huh? No wonder my cousin didn’t tell me where we were coming tonight.” I can feel the frown forming on my face at her comment.
Maybe I was wrong.
“Oh, so you are the judgmental type?” I question because I’ll be disappointed if she is.
“No. I’m not in a position to judge anyone about anything. But I can’t say if Dee told me I was coming to the woods with a bunch of white people who suck dick in front of everybody and look at me like I’m the crazy one…” Roxy shrugs, “I would’ve probably found something else to do.”
“Well, I guess this scene ain’t for the faint of heart little lamb. But we do what we want around here without judgment. But nobody is forcing anything. You feel me?”
“I feel you.” Roxy nods, and although our conversation wasn’t deep or life changing, I feel like we’ve come to an understanding.
I couldn’t get a read on Roxy, and although her eyes were no longer round as saucers, I could tell she was uncomfortable.
I can’t say that I blame her, though. The Hellhounds aren’t known for being subdued in anything we do.
Hell, a blow job was tame compared to some of the other shit that goes down at the clubhouse.
“So, Dee just left you to the wolves huh?” I move closer to Roxy and stand in front of her pulling her attention away from the live action porn.
“Nah. Crush is at the bar, and Dee went to the bathroom. That’s the story they fed me before they disappeared, but I’m sure they’re somewhere fucking. She’ll be back.”
“You gotta lotta faith in your cousin,” I observe out loud.
Roxy is safe here by herself. The only thing she’s in danger of is being flirted with and maybe annoyed to death, but that’s about it. We don’t force women to do shit they don’t want to; there are too many bitches willing to do any and everything.
“Dee is more than my cousin. But she said I was safe here and she would never put me in danger… not her. Not ever.”
The conviction in her words makes me wonder what her story is, then I shake myself from my foolishness.
You want ass, Stone not a fuckin’ relationship. I am not a fuckin’ knight!
“She’s right. You’re safe here. So, why don’t you finish that beer, and let’s play some pool.”
“Okay. But, I’m gonna need something stronger than beer before I run this table on your big ass.”
I look over my shoulder and wiggle said ass at her, and Roxy bursts out laughing.
“So, you’ve been checking out my ass huh? It is quite irresistible.” I wink at her, and she continues laughing.
“I never would’ve guessed a big tough guy like you would have such a sense of humor.”
“Hey, don’t judge a book by its cover. Everybody needs a good laugh, even big tough guys.”
We laugh as I pull her toward the bar to get a few shots before I school her in a game of pool. As we wade through the crowd, it seems like it’s a million motherfuckers in here tonight.
It’s been a long time since we’ve had a celebration like this one. A few years ago, we were betrayed by some of our own, and it took a long time for our Prez to get over it. We lost some brothers behind a jealous bitch and some bullshit.
Can’t trust these hoes.
“Aye, Candy! Get me four tequila shots and two more beers.” Candy’s bright smile turns into a fierce glare when she sees Roxy.
“Fuck, Stone. Not you too?” Candy puts her hands on her hips and sucks her teeth.
“Bitch! Who the fuck are you questioning? Get my motherfucking drinks before I have Sassy kick your ass!” I snap at her, and Candy’s eyes well with tears.
I could give a fuck about her crying. Nobody owns me, especially not a bitch that I’ve never laid down with. These bitches are getting too comfortable around here. The Prez might need to get some new blood because these old hoes think they got a say in how we do shit.
“Damn. So ya’ll really be calling women bitches?” Roxy says from beside me as she watches Candy make our drinks.
“It’s just how it is. Bitch don’t mean the same thing as it does in the vanilla world.”
“I guess,” Roxy responds, but she doesn’t sound convinced.
There are a lot of things that don’t make sense to the outside world. Calling women bitches is one on a long list of things that won’t change.
“Hey, look at me.” I turn to Roxy to see her still watching Candy intently.
“Yeah, no. I need to watch this bitch make my drink. I won’t be sipping spit.” Roxy shakes her head with a crinkle between her brows. I laugh at her serious expression.
“She’s not bold enough to spit in your drink. No worries.”
Roxy continues to stare at Candy until she slides four tequila shots in our direction, and I pick one up and hand it to her. “See, she didn’t do anything to your drink.” I chuckle.
“Only because I was watching her ass. She saw me looking at her.” Roxy sucks her teeth and throws the shot back with gusto, and I do the same. We knock back the other two shots, and I wave at Candy for two more.
Before I know it, we have knocked back about five shots a piece, and I’m feeling pretty damn good. I can tell Roxy is holding her liquor, but she’s still a petite little thing, so I get her a bottle of water before we head back to the pool table.
Before we make it back, Roxy stops in the middle of the floor and turns to me. “Dance with me.”