Chapter 13
Maddy
Riding on the back of German’s bike was everything I remembered it to be and more. The fresh air. The roar of the engine. The freedom of the open road. It was like riding lightning, and every bit as stimulating.
It was also hard work. I’d planned on trying to seduce German with my feminine wiles the moment we got to the motel in Monet. But, with how exhausting my day had been, my belly full from dinner, and all the excitement of the ride, I’d fallen asleep within minutes of getting to the motel. And that was really saying something, as the place wasn’t exactly the cleanest room I’d ever stayed in.
In the morning, I called the vet clinic and told them I was going to be out of town for a few weeks due to a death in the family. As expected, they were incredibly understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed. I hated lying to them, but I couldn’t tell them the truth about what was actually going on.
German and I went out for breakfast afterward and then he’d taken me shopping for some Club girl ‘essentials’. I’m not going to lie, what he’d bought me was pretty scandalous. Especially the skirt. The tops weren’t much better. The shoes were a whole other topic that would have had Freud spinning in his grave. By the time we left, and I’d snuck in some purchases German hadn’t approved, we had two bulging bags of clothes safely secured to the bike’s saddle bags.
Now rested, I was ready to enact my plan. Tonight, I was going to dress up for my man, as any good Club girl should, and I was going to officially make him mine. Gone was Maddy, the little goody-two-shoes private school girl who spent a decade hoping a man would come to her . Tonight, I was Lexi, a free-spirited biker chick who saw what she wanted and grabbed it by the balls with both hands!
The theme of the night was cheap and big. And I was going to do both loud and proud. My hair. My makeup. And my clothes. Wrapping my thick hair in cheap spiral curlers I’d bought next door at the Dollar General, I used the built-in dryer at the motel to set the tight curls.
For my makeup, I went with a pallet combo of browns and plums which accentuated my already round, wide eyes, rimming them with a black liner that I smudged for drama. Strategically placed blush made my cheekbones look high and pronounced. Red-lined and painted lips made my bow-shaped mouth look pouty and full.
My clothes were nearly all leather. I’d gone with the flippy skirt that German had debated over in the store. Only, I hadn’t purchased the one he’d wanted. I’d substituted it for the even shorter model he’d silently drooled over but vetoed as being “too trashy” on me. Too trashy for Maddy, I thought with a smile. But not Lexi. Lexi was ready to show some skin and she didn’t listen to anyone when it came to what she wanted.
I couldn’t, in good conscience, even call what I was wearing on my breasts a top. It was essentially a bra with some cool detailing. The bandeau was a white scrap of cloth that led to a tapered V just above my belly button and tied around my neck like a bikini. My heavy chest, cinched together by only wire and fabric, bulged over the bodice in a way that would have made Maddy blush and rush to change. But not Lexi. Lexi loved the way it looked and pulled it even lower and tighter to amp up the sexual effect. The combat-style boots were the final touch. Stretching up to my thighs they added a tough girl vibe to the outfit I absolutely adored.
A knock sounded at the door of our motel then. It must be German’s friend Dozer. He was stopping by before the party to talk Club business. Finishing up my makeup, I began to carefully extract the spiral curlers from my hair. Tossing my head back and forth when I was sure everything was dry, my tresses fell in tight curls in a tousled red halo around my face. Disappointed I had to wear the helmet tonight, I decided the windblown look would only add to my free-spirited persona.
At around ten, German knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Babe, you ready to go?”
I was ready. Ready for the party, and ready for the big reveal. I, Lexi, fluffed my hair, rubbed my glossy red-lined lips together, and took a deep steadying breath before opening the bathroom door.
German’s face hardened the moment he saw me. His gaze took in my hair and my makeup, hovered for several seconds on my breasts, noted my bare stomach and uber-short skirt, then traveled to the tips of my heeled boots before doing it all over again in reverse.
I could see every part of him wanted to protest the portions of my outfit he hadn’t approved. Which, to be fair, was everything but the boots. But, with Dozer standing behind him, he couldn’t say a word. After all, I was Lexi, Club girl to the Devils. And Club girls didn’t get scolded for being scandalous. His proverbial hands were tied behind his back. And the look on German’s face let me know he was furious about it.
Brushing past him into the bedroom, I saw Dozer and smiled big. “Hey there,” I greeted, my character really coming to life as I crossed the room in my combat boots. “I’m Lexi. You must be Dozer.”
Dozer was the Road Master for the Raiders. As most bikers seemed to be, he was rugged, covered in tattoos, leather, and a whole lot of swagger.
“Hey there, Lexi,” the man returned, his eyes giving a repeat performance of what German’s had just done only seconds ago. “I see you’re ready for the party tonight.”
Smiling, I saucily quipped, “I do love a good party.”
“Oh yeah?” Dozer returned, taking a step closer. “You like to party?”
German’s face, no longer stone, was now as hot as lava. Stepping in between us, he placed his arm around my waist and pulled me so tightly against his side I could have been wearing the corset he’d bought me and not known the difference.
“We’ll meet you outside in a moment, Dozer,” German said, dismissing the man without even looking in his direction. His gaze never wavered from mine, which made my skin feel like it had erupted into a thousand tiny, licking geysers.
Dozer chuckled. “Got it. I’m going to have a cigarette. Take your time,” he said before exiting the motel room.
As soon as he was gone, German spun me about. “What are you wearing?” he angrily demanded.
I turned in a slow circle to show him my entire outfit. “What you bought me,” I said innocently, though that wasn’t the entire truth. He had paid for it all. He just hadn’t been aware of some of the substitutions I’d made when he wasn’t looking.
German openly glared at me. “The only thing on your body I remember purchasing were those boots. And I’m regretting those too, right about now.”
Pouting, I bent at the waist, my skirt rising just over backside as I provocatively traced the outline of my glossy boot with the tip of my painted finger. “You don’t like them on me?”
I could see German wrestling with his inner demons before he calmed them enough to speak. “Like, has nothing to do with it, Maddy.”
“Lexi,” I corrected, blinking my false eyelashes up at him seductively. “I’m in character, remember?”
“You’re kidding me, right?” German said, his eyes straying to my chest, then back to my lips, which seemed to hold a sudden fascination for him.
“I’m in character,” I explained. “You told me I had to pretend to be a Club girl. So I came up with a persona and a backstory for my difficult childhood.”
“You were a theater kid, weren’t you?” German accused.
Looking away guiltily, I said, “Maybe.”
“Lord help me, Maddy!” German scrubbed a hand down his tired face.
Stomping my boot, I corrected him. “Lexi! Don’t get it wrong or you’re going to blow our cover!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” German groused. “I’m not undercover. I’m actually in an MC!”
Deciding I was going to use every trick in the book to make him go along with my little game, I cozied up next to him and cooed, “You want to keep me safe, don’t you, German?”
His eyes sharpened at my underhanded tactic. “Dressed like that at the Raiders Clubhouse?” He shook his head and gripped my waist. “It might just be easier calling you Madelyn Framingham and parading you around your hometown for everyone, including your kidnappers, to see.”
“Did I get the outfit wrong then?” I asked, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “In my head, it all worked together so nicely.”
German blew out a breath. “Christ, no! You got everything fucking right. I just,” he swallowed and said, “your legs look so long and your skirt so short in those boots. Why don’t you go change into the pants I bought you?”
This man was forever trying to dress me in pants! “The skirt doesn’t look good on me?” Growing bold, I took his hands and ran them down the length of my sides. “It’s not that short. Is it?”
His eyes darkened with lust as his long fingers ran up and over my rear end. Since there was so little material to my skirt, his hands were against my bare skin in no time. Moving down my thighs, he paused, then skimmed them back up and under my hem. When he reached my ass, he cupped the pale globes and gave them a harsh squeeze.
My eyes shuttered closed as he massaged my flesh, pulling it hard against the steel trapped in his jeans. I moaned, widening my stance so he could have as much access to me as he wanted.
“Fuck, Maddy!” he growled, giving my ass a soft slap. “You feel so good right now. What are you doing to me?”
Nuzzling his neck, I reminded him, “Whatever you want, German. Whatever you want.”
I didn’t care if it was now, later, or all night. I wanted this man. Whatever way, or however he wanted me, I was all in.
A sharp knock reminded us both that Dozer was waiting outside. “You want me to just meet you guys there?” he called through the paper-thin door.
“No. We’ll be right out,” German called back. Taking one last look at my outfit, he shook his head and handed me my new leather coat.
“Put this on. It might be warm out, but the minute we get on the road, you’ll need this to protect your skin from the wind.”
Feeling lust-drunk, I did as I was told. Taking my hand, German led me outside and locked our Motel door behind him.
Dozer was standing by his bike, texting and smoking a cigarette. When he saw us emerge, he crushed it on the pavement. “Let’s head out.”
German fitted me with my helmet before he put on his own. Once we were ready, he climbed on the bike and I stepped on behind him. If I’d thought this skirt was short in the store on the mannequin, I hadn’t considered what it would look like straddling a motorcycle. It was practically nonexistent. And the fact that I was wearing only a thong underneath it, didn’t help matters any.
Refusing the blush threatening to mottle my fair skin, I reminded myself that Lexi didn’t give a fuck! She liked how short it was. How her skin would be exposed to the cool night air. And she would apologize to absolutely nobody if it rode up while she sat behind her man on his bike!
Flying through the backroads, I wrapped my arms around German’s middle and leaned into his back. This felt so safe, so right, I never wanted the moment to end. But, all too soon, it did. Coming around the bend, Dozer flashed his left turn signal and cut onto a narrow dirt road leading to the Raiders Clubhouse.
Nervous butterflies began to beat inside my stomach and chest, desperate for an exit. Quieting the noise in my head, I reminded myself I was with German. Nothing bad could happen to me while we were together. Lexi or Maddy, he’d always keep me safe.
Parking his bike along a row of bikes, we dismounted and I unstrapped my helmet. Fluffing my hair, I turned to him and whispered, “How do I look?”
German’s long pause nearly killed me until he said, “Like my fucking wet dream come to life!”
It wasn’t poetry, but it was flattering. And exactly what both Maddy and Lexi needed to hear in that moment.
My heart began to race and my skin pricked with desire. Despite my brash persona, I blushed and lowered my lashes. I guess my inner Maddy was still buried inside these bold clothes somewhere.
“A few rules,” German told me then, breaking through my lusty thoughts. “You don’t go anywhere without me. You got it?”
“Got it,” I told him. “But what happens if I have to pee?” I could see all the liquor people were crushing around here. Once I got started, I knew I’d have to pee every two seconds. It was the curse of the small bladder I’d been born with!
“Then I take you or you go with one of the Old Ladies,” German explained. “Also, don’t go talking about your past or your tough childhood to anyone, no matter how well-choreographed you think the story is. Nobody around here cares about that shit. And even if they did, I don’t want it to compromise my Club’s business and have to talk my way out of any pointless lies.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I wasn’t being serious about that!” I actually was, but when he’d looked at me like I had three heads, I figured my backstory was dead in the water.
“Good. Remember, I can live with you going by Lexi, but don’t give anyone your last name. Nobody gives a shit about your family’s name here. To them, you’re just another nameless, faceless girl at this party. Got it?”
Wow. That was eerily close to how it felt to be a rich kid at a prep school. I was born to play this part. “Gotcha. Mea culpa. I understand now.”
German shook his head. “On second thought, I might just start telling people you’re mute. As soon as you start talking, they’re going to know you’re not from around here.”
I laughed at his obvious discomfort. “You’re overthinking this.”
His eyes smiled back at me. “Even your laugh is too happy and innocent. What was I thinking bringing you here?” His gaze traveled up and down my body and I could see real concern growing in his eyes.
Stopping, I turned to look at him and did the most “Lexi” thing I could think of doing. My hand cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to mine. The moment our lips met, we caught fire and the world around us melted away.
Strong arms enveloped me as he drew me tightly against his muscled chest. The kiss bloomed, growing as hot as a raging inferno. His hands roamed down my back and under my skirt, grinding his hard cock against my soft belly. Not to be outdone, my hands ran down his chest and along the seam of his jeans. Grasping his belt, I began to tug like a wild animal trying to get inside a locked honeytrap.
A woman beside us cleared her throat then. “You two want a drink?”
Like I’d suddenly been awakened from a dream, I canted back from our hot-as-hell PDA. German, not phased in the least, accepted two beers from the woman dressed in a straight-up bikini and high heels. And he’d had the gall to lecture me on my wardrobe choices!
Twisting off the lids, he handed one over to me. Upending the bottle, German took a long pull, his eyes never wavering from mine. I watched as his throat worked the rich brew down. It quickly drained from the tinted glass as he quenched his thirst, somehow making me exponentially more thirsty.
“Hey, German, why don’t you come over here and meet some of the guys?” Dozer shouted a few yards ahead.
Tossing his arm around my shoulders, German ushered me forward. In order to calm down, I drank several gulps of my beer. I wasn’t much of a beer drinker. But tonight, Lexi must be, because it tasted like fun in a bottle.
Lowering his lips to my ear, German said, “Pace yourself, Baby Girl,” before giving me a swat on the rear. “I want you lucid for later.”
A thrill of pleasure shot through me. Was German saying what I thought he was saying? I sure hoped so. Because I’d never wanted anything more in my life.
Clenching my thighs together to alleviate the tension building in my core, I followed German to where Dozer and his friends were standing around a large fire pit.
“I see you and your Old Lady are enjoying the party,” a dark-haired man with gray eyes and a long beard said as we entered the circle. As we got closer, I saw the patch on his vest read “President”.
I noticed German didn’t correct the man calling me his Old Lady. Despite not having grown up in the culture, I still knew some of the terms. I mean, I’d seen shows and read some books about bikers. It’s not like I was raised Amish. From what I’d learned over the years, Club girls were to be shared by all. Old Ladies were the exclusive property of the biker who claimed them. Smiling, I hid my joy of being called his Old Lady behind the mouth of my bottle as I took another refreshing sip.
“It’s a perfect night for a party,” German said, finishing his beer and accepting a fresh one from another nearly naked woman walking by with a full tray of them.
Dozer lifted his chin in the gray-eyed man’s direction. “German, this is Slade, our Club President. Mouse, our Enforcer,” he pointed to a mountain of a man who must have been ironically titled. “And that’s Smoke, our VP,” he said of the final man. A biker with salt and pepper hair and a lean physique who was talking animatedly with someone about some sports team or another.
“Thanks for the invite,” German said, his eyes traveling around the circle of tough men. “Reaper would have loved to be here, but he had business back home he just couldn’t get away from.”
Slade nodded. “I get it. Running a Club ain’t all parties and pussy,” the man crudely stated.
I almost laughed out loud at that response. I managed to stuff it down at the last second by practically swallowing the neck of my beer bottle as I chugged a sip.
“What’s your girl’s name?” Mouse asked, eye fucking me without any shame whatsoever.
German hesitated before begrudgingly stating, “Lexi.”
Beaming up at him, I felt his arms tighten in retaliation for my perverse joy over him being forced to use my alias.
“She public pussy or your Old Lady?” he bluntly stated, clearly hoping I was up for the taking.
Mouse my ass! More like wolf! The man was downright predatory by the way he was staring and adjusting the crotch of his jeans as he awaited a response.
“She ain’t public pussy,” German emphatically stated.
“I like her hair,” Mouse said, giving me the creeps. “That natural, Babe?” he pressed, despite German already telling him I was taken.
All eyes were suddenly on me then, and my throat became as dry as the Sahara. “Um, yes,” I stated, feeling like the teacher had called on me in science class and I hadn’t heard the question because I’d been daydreaming. “My grandmother on my father’s side was from Ireland and?—”
Before I could finish, German pinched my ass to tell me to shut up. Glaring at him, I took another sip of my beer to quell the burn there.
“Don’t mind, Mouse,” Slade said then. “The boy’s a little rough around the edges, but he can take and throw a punch unlike anyone else I know.”
Maybe that was because good old Mouse had taken one too many hits to the head in his troubled childhood! His empty expression, and emptier eyes, gave me the willies.
“Why don’t you come inside and take a look around the compound, German,” Slade invited then. “Bring your girl. She can meet some of the Old Ladies. They’re going to join us in a bit.”
Slade led the way back to the compound as we all tagged along. Once inside, I saw the party was raging inside the Clubhouse as well. In fact, as we passed one room, it looked like a dang orgy! Two blondes were topless and performing a dual blowjob on a guy who was being cheered on by his friends.
Blushing despite myself, my eyes quickly averted from the debaucherous scene out of fear of witnessing something I’d never be able to unsee. Nestling closer to German, he hugged me tighter to his chest when he sensed my discomfort.
Slade took us to a den where a few bodyguards wearing visible Prospect patches were standing outside. When they saw their President approach, the men stepped aside and our group entered the room.
Slade took a seat on one of the leather couches and motioned to the others. “We can talk in here without being interrupted.”
The rest of the men sat down and German chose the single lounge nearest the door. As I pondered where the hell I was supposed to sit, he pulled me into his lap and I melted instinctively against him.
“You want something stronger than beer?” Smoke, the Club VP asked, as he walked around the bar to pour himself a stiffer drink from an expensive-looking decanter.
“I’m good for now,” German answered, his hand caressing my bare thigh.
The beer was starting to hit my bloodstream and I was feeling good. Leaning against his chest, I reveled in his warm embrace with all the shame of an entitled house cat. When German’s hand slid up my thigh and grazed my hip, I practically purred like one too.
The men began to talk in code then about things I assumed were questionably legal. Tuning out the whole conversation, I simply enjoyed the feel of German’s hands on me, as he petted and stroked my exposed skin.
Beneath my skirt, I could feel German’s cock thickening the more he stroked. Wanting to tease him a bit, I wiggled on his lap, managing to work my skirt up in the back so my bare skin was against his coarse jeans.
Catching onto my game, German retaliated and began to stroke my inner thigh. With each brush of his rough fingertips, I grew hotter, more needy, and wetter between my legs.
As the men talked, women constantly streamed by and dropped off drinks. However, I could see Mouse’s dark stare never wavered away from me. His gaze followed German’s hand, watching it like he was envisioning it was his own.
Trying to ignore the man, I sipped my beer and turned my head toward the conversation unfolding between the Raider’s VP, Smoke, and German.
Soon, another drink girl arrived. This one carried a tray of something other than beer. A pile of pristine white powder was set on the table. The men in the room didn’t hesitate. They immediately began to take turns cutting lines and snorting them up their noses.
“Help yourself,” Smoke offered, leaning forward to chop a neat line before snorting it up his nose.
German shrugged. “Maybe later. I’m good for now.”
Slade abstained as well, I noticed. But not Mouse. The man went to fucking town on that shit! I’d partied with rich kids my whole life. Drugs weren’t something new to me, though I’d been too frightened to do anything more than weed throughout my adolescence. But God damn, Mouse did two lines to everyone else’s one, which started to make me nervous. Especially since he never seemed to look away from me the more fucked up he became.
“It’s our own special blend,” Dozer said with a smile. “Packs one hell of a kick and lasts for hours.”
I was assuming when the men had been discussing “fruits” and “vegetables” earlier, they were actually referencing Coke and various other drugs. Some people might be scandalized about that. But again, I’d be lying if I said I was. Most of the kids I grew up with had been experimenting with drugs since middle school. Weed. Ritalin. Coke. Oxy. You name it, they’d tried it. I’d been on the other side of this equation a hundred times. Seeing this end of the distribution system, though scary, wasn’t as shocking as if I’d been raised somewhere less affluent.
Mouse pushed the tray in my direction. “Have some,” he said, less like he was offering, and more like he was forcing it on me.
Placing my empty beer down, I shook my head like I always did in situations like these. “No, thanks.” I didn’t offer any explanation or promise of partaking later. I knew better. Especially when it came to men.
Mouse behaved like I’d personally rejected his dick and not the drugs when I’d said no. “Why the fuck not?”
I was taken aback by his anger. Luckily, I didn’t have to answer because German did it for me. “Are we gonna have a problem here?”
Though he’d said the statement calmly, the mood in the room shifted, and I could feel his muscles tense beneath me.
“What is she? A fucking narc?” Mouse bitterly accused. “What kind of Club girl says no to a free bump?”
“The kind that rides on the back of my bike,” German returned, his eyes telegraphing this little interrogation ended here and now or he was going to make it end.
Sensing he was about to have a fight on his hands, Slade said, “Go get your dick sucked, Mouse. You seem like you need it.”
Mouse continued to stare down German, torn between wanting to be a good soldier and wanting to slug it out.
Backing his Prez’s play, Smoke called out, “Sassy! Come over here, girl.”
The pretty brunette called Sassy set her tray of beers down and came over to Smoke’s side. “Why don’t you help Mouse out? He’s in need of a good woman,” he instructed, slapping her rear end like he was psyching her up to enter the big game. Which, in a way, I guess she was.
Sassy smiled and nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t looking forward to it. Yikes! What the hell did this guy do in bed that even the Club girls were turned off by him?
Literally taking a knee for her Club, Sassy dutifully unzipped Mouse’s jeans, reached into his pants, and pulled out his junk. I looked away as soon as her head lowered onto his crotch because even Lexi had her limits when it came to modesty.
Another drink “girl”, this one a lot older, maybe in her late thirties, thoughtfully stepped between us and handed me a beer. “Here, honey, you look like you could use this.”
German rubbed my back and whispered, “You okay?” Lowering his lips to the place just below my ear, he placed a soft kiss there and my body was consumed in lust-filled flames.
My soul came alive like he’d found my external G spot with just that one touch. Damn, this man understood my body in ways no one else ever would!
“Yeah,” I answered, my blue eyes locking with his brown ones as I leaned in and gave him a reassuring kiss back. His tongue swept into my mouth and mated with mine for a few seconds before he grasped my hair and tugged, breaking off the kiss before it could really get going.
“Tease!” I jested, though I absolutely meant it.
His fingers dipped under my skirt and one snuck under the edge of my thong. Driving inside my pussy, he held me still with his free arm locked around my waist while he slowly plunged in and out of me.
Gasping, I bit my bottom lip to keep quiet as my face became instantly flushed. My eyes, half-hooded with lust, peeked around the room to see who’d noticed our little game, but it was dim in here and everyone was having their own conversations at this point. Slade was texting someone, Dozer had excused himself with one of the drink girls, and Smoke had gotten up to refresh his whiskey.
Even Mouse seemed to be busy right now with Sassy, who clearly had him otherwise engaged. The Club Enforcer was roughly fucking her mouth, his thrusts and her spit making sloppy, sucking noises. After all that coke he’d done, I was sure he was going to have a heart attack right in front of us. But that wasn’t my concern right now. The only thing I cared about was coming. My entire being was centered around it.
Working my pussy over, German added a second finger to join the first. Using his thumb, he stimulated my clit and I began to breathe heavily.
“You want to come, Babe?” he said, not giving a fuck who was listening.
I nodded, entranced by his expert handling of me. Unexpectedly popping his fingers free from my soaking wet sex, he said, “Then you should have worn the clothes I bought you tonight instead of teasing me with this skirt,” before licking each finger clean of my juices.
My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon as my brain tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. Frustrated beyond words, I glared daggers at the man and he just smiled darkly back at me, his lips still shiny with the remnants of my excitement.
“German, this is my Old Lady Sarah and Smoke’s Old Lady Chrissy,” Slade introduced then.
Feeling lust drunk as well as drunk, drunk, I tried to switch gears to the people in front of us. Sarah was a slim woman who wore tight jeans and a fitted Raiders T-shirt that hugged her ample, enhanced chest. Chrissy was a bottle blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a pleasingly round figure that easily caught a man’s gaze.
“Ladies,” German returned, raising his bottle in greeting which I mimicked. “My name’s German, and this is my girl, Lexi.”
I knew I shouldn’t be so deeply satisfied to hear him call me “his girl”, but I was. Even though he was just pretending for the sake of my anonymity, the words absolutely thrilled me to the core.
“Great to meet you both,” Chrissy said with a winning smile.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from Dozer,” Sarah said, an earnest expression on her pretty face. “Our Road Master has nothing but good things to say about you and your Club.”
“The Devils are having a party next month if you’re interested in dragging your Old Man along to check out our Clubhouse and meet some of our families. I think you and Chrissy would get along well with everyone there,” German said.
“I’m sure we would,” Chrissy agreed. “I’d love it if Smoke would take me for a ride into Nevada. With four kids, I need to get out of the house and a road trip sounds like heaven after potty training my stubborn youngest.”
Mouse started to moan then and really pummel poor Sassy’s mouth with his dick. He was sweating profusely, clearly edging on the heels of a very personal moment.
“Jesus Christ, Mouse!” Sarah said over the disturbing noise. “Can’t you do that somewhere else? The rest of us are trying to have a conversation here!”
Slade looked at the man and sighed. “Get your knob polished somewhere else, kid. I’m finishing up Club business and I don’t need to hear you getting sucked off as I do.”
Mouse stood, nearly toppling Sassy to the floor. Grabbing her roughly by the arm like a flippin' caveman, he wrenched her to her feet, stuffed his cock back into his pants, and pushed the stunned girl toward the door. Poor Sassy. Club girl or not, no one deserved that kind of treatment.
German, sensing my distress, threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest. I was still pissed at him for getting me all hot and bothered, then leaving me high, but definitely not dry, earlier. However, after what I’d just seen Mouse do, I was significantly less turned on than I was before.
Both Sarah and Chrissy took seats next to their men. Ignoring the table where there was a pile of coke, they sipped their beers leisurely as one of the Club girls swooped in and cleared it away.
“You been with the Devils long, Lexi?” Sarah asked, as she snagged another beer, twisting off the top in one fluid motion.
“No,” I answered, just about to take the last sip of my second beer. Plus, the way German’s hands tightened around my waist warning me not to go on and on about my Irish heritage, spurred me to keep it brief.
“Big talker, huh?” Sarah teased.
I smiled. “Sometimes. But I’ve had a few, and I get quieter when I drink.”
Smoke chuckled. “German, you got yourself a winner there. The more Chrissy drinks, the more she won’t shut the fuck up!”
Chrissy, an obvious chatterbox who’d been talking with everyone nonstop since she walked into the room, slapped Smoke’s arm good-naturedly. “One of us has to be interesting, Old Man!” she chastised, and he gave her a big smooch in response.
“You from around here, Lexi?” Sarah asked, smiling as she climbed into Slade’s lap to get some more attention.
Afraid to misstep, I said, “No, mainly the California area. My family kind of moved around a lot,” to keep it mysterious and vague.
Chrissy began to tell us about her and Smoke’s four kids then. Sarah explained her two boys were almost ready to graduate high school and were driving her crazy by driving too fast and endlessly chasing after girls. The women kept up a steady stream of conversation about their beautiful families which I found so endearing. Smoke and Slade chimed in here and there, both obviously very proud fathers.
While Chrissy was telling us about a funny thing her kid had said the other day, Mouse sauntered back into the room sans Sassy. Actually kind of worried for the girl, I nervously sipped my beer, avoiding his gaze as it passed over me.
Turning to German, I leaned in and whispered, “I have to use the bathroom.”
“I’ll take you,” he said, setting me onto my feet and finding his. “We’ll be right back,” he told everyone. “Nature calls.”
“We can show Lexi where the bathroom is,” Chrissy offered, getting to her feet and handing Smoke her beer. “Since having the kids, I have to pee all the time!”
German looked hesitant to leave me, but realized it would be strange if he forbade it. He was in the Raiders Clubhouse making a deal on behalf of the Devils. To show distrust for the Club’s women would be, for lack of a better term, a major faux pas.
“Don’t worry, Stud,” Chrissy teased. “Your girl, as beautiful as she is, won’t fall in love with one of our boys while she’s gone. Something tells me this one only has eyes for you.”
“They’ll take a Prospect with them, too,” Slade said, glancing at his wife. “Tell Bruno to walk you all to the bathroom on your way out, woman.”
Once German gave me the approving head nod, I followed behind Sarah and Chrissy like an eager, younger sibling. The women knew each other as well as they knew this Clubhouse. We didn’t wait in line for a bathroom. Instead, they led me upstairs to a private one. Bruno, the Prospect, waited outside as we took our turns.
“Do you have any kids, Lexi?” Sarah asked as she washed her hands.
“No,” I said, fixing my hair in the mirror as Chrissy used the toilet behind us. “I want a big family one day though.”
Chrissy flushed the toilet and walked over to wash her hands next. “You want them with German? I’m not going to lie, that man is fine! I’m sure you broke a lot of hearts around here tonight when he showed up with you in tow.”
I shrugged, though my heated cheeks couldn’t hide my fluster. “I’m not sure yet.”
Sarah watched me in the mirror. “Are you his Old Lady or just casual?”
“More than casual, not yet Old Lady status,” I told her, not wanting to lie, but feeling it was mostly the truth. German hadn’t promised me anything, but I was certainly hoping for more between us.
Putting on some lip gloss, Chrissy added, “Just a little friendly advice, kid. If you want more from that fine man downstairs, hold his feet to the fire! Men never commit if you let them go endlessly whoring around. That’s what I did with Smoke. It took him a while to figure out what he wanted, but it was worth the wait in the end.”
Sarah nodded. “Our men are like wild animals,” she explained with a throaty laugh. “Hell, that’s partly why we love them so much. For how fucking untamed they are. But it’s also why we have to be careful. If we aren’t, they’ll maul our hearts, alongside our bodies, if we don’t protect them.”
I thought that was probably excellent advice and said as much.
“I can tell German’s into you,” Chrissy said. “Smoke told me he was willing to throw down with Mouse if the man didn’t back off when he was sniffing around your skirts earlier in the night. Not sure how that would have ended. Mouse is a fucking brute. But I’m impressed a biker who isn’t your Old Man would be willing to go toe to toe with a guy like that if he didn’t want you as his Old Lady.”
At the time, I’d just been grateful German was protecting me from Mouse. Now, I saw how truly meaningful his protection had been.
“How exactly did you both go about asking for more from your husbands?” I implored the women, wanting to know how these kinds of delicate negotiations were handled.
Sarah smiled. “We showed them our worth, then threatened to share it with someone else if they didn’t recognize it. Slade didn’t like that so much. That night, he offered me a place on the back of his bike and we haven’t been apart since.”
Damn! That was some boss babe shit if I’d ever heard it. But could I ever be that forward? I wasn’t so sure.
“Smoke was married when he was younger and he thought he’d never get married again,” Chrissy explained. “When I got pregnant with our first child, I gave him an ultimatum. If he wanted us in his life like family, then he was going to have to treat us like family. I left him for three months before he accepted he couldn’t live without us. And he must be happy because we’ve had three more babies in five years,” she said with a tinkling laugh.
“I struggle with asserting myself in relationships,” I confessed, the alcohol loosening my lips. “I wait for men to make all the moves because I’m afraid I’ll come across as too needy.”
I’d only ever admitted that truth in therapy. However, talking to these women now felt like a session all on its own. Plus, as Old Ladies, they knew what they were talking about and I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to get their valuable insight.
Sarah turned me toward the mirror. “Take a look at yourself, kid. You’re beautiful. Sweet. And have caught the eye of a wild stallion like German. I’ll tell you what I’d tell my daughter, if I had one. Never settle for what the world offers you. Always counter. Always ask for more. Because if you don’t, this world and the people in it, will lowball you each and every time.”
I nodded my head solemnly. She was right. I needed to learn to ask for more, not just take the scraps people threw at me. People like Nathan, and some of the other unworthy men I’d known in the past. Men I’d foolishly been burned by and allowed into my space when they hadn’t earned the right. I might have walked into this Club tonight wrongly thinking I was the most educated person here. But I’d learned a valuable, and humbling, lesson about life after talking to these two beautiful women. And it was one I’d never forget.
When we were leaving the bathroom, I checked my phone. I saw that I had several missed calls from my father, and a text message to call him back.
I must have looked really concerned, because Sarah asked, “Everything okay, Lexi?”
“My father called,” I explained, reading and rereading the short message. “He never calls unless there’s a problem.”
In the hallway, the noise was already deafening from the party raging below. “Why don’t you go back into the bathroom and make the call,” Chrissy suggested. “We’ll leave Bruno here with you. Nobody is going to bother us. He’ll walk you back to your man when you’re done.”
“Thanks,” I said, grateful once more for their assistance.
Closing and locking the bathroom door, I hit redial and waited for my dad to pick up. To my frustration, it went straight to voicemail. The time stamp said he’d called me thirty-seven minutes ago. He must be having some after-dinner drinks with his colleagues now.
Texting, I asked, “Everything okay?” Then hit send.
After a minute of tense waiting, he replied, “Yes. Just got done with dinner and am having a scotch with friends. I wanted to check in on you and make sure all was well. It’s going to be another late night, but I’ll call in the morning.”
My heart rate instantly declined the moment I read his text. Ready to return to the party, I opened the door and walked toward the stairs. As soon as I got to the top flight, I was met by none other than Mouse. Glancing around for Bruno, my heart began to thud faster once more.
“Where’s Bruno?” I asked, dread beginning to bloom in my heart when I realized I was alone with the unstable, drugged-out biker.
Mouse’s vacant eyes crawled up and down my body as he stepped closer. “I sent him away.”
I shouldn’t ask, but I had to. “Why?”
“I wanted to be alone with you,” the man ominously stated, his hulking frame preventing any possible escape down this narrow hallway.
Glancing behind me, I noted there was only darkness and empty rooms beyond the bathroom door. This must be where the men slept. Not good. Not good at all.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” I told him, nervously taking a step backward. “German is waiting for me and I don’t want him to be upset if I take too long.”
My phone was in my back pocket. I wondered if I could reach it and call German before Mouse tackled me to the floor. I doubted it, but it was worth a try. Even if I managed to make the call though, would German hear it in all this noise? I had zero confidence he would as a heavy metal song, even louder than the last, began to wail through the downstairs speakers.
“Why would German care? You aren’t his Old Lady,” Mouse replied, taking a large step forward and nearly eradicating the distance between us.
My throat constricted as I felt myself getting ready to scream. “Look, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression earlier,” I said, stepping backward again. “I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment,” I rambled nonsensically.
Eating up the fear in my eyes, Mouse smiled coldly as he reached for his belt. “I’m not looking for a relationship, you dumb bitch. I just want to fuck your pussy. German doesn’t even need to know about it.” He said this last part like he was doing me a favor.
“No thank you,” I politely declined. But, much like before, my denial only seemed to enrage him further.
“I’m not asking, cunt,” he barked, forcing me backward toward the dark rooms. “I’m telling you that’s what’s happening.” His vacant gaze traveled to my skirt and he licked his lips. “I can’t fucking wait to see if you’re a redhead between your legs, too. It’s been killing me all night,” he said, almost to himself, rubbing the bulge in his jeans with fierce determination.
Realizing I needed to make a decision, and fast, I did the one thing I could think of. Turning, I bolted into the darkness hoping I could make it back into the sanctuary of the bathroom before he caught me.