2 | The Numbing Mac
Past ~ 2 months prior
“D o you guys do that on purpose?” I hear Raydene say as I walk up to the bar.
I look at all the women sitting beside the bar, but my eyes land on the strawberry blonde. I know her voice, and I’ve only known her for two days. The bitch is hot as fuck, but sadly enough she has a boyfriend.
Ha. Like that’s ever stopped me before.
I laugh to myself, knowing that I don’t care. Generally, if a bitch is flirting with me and in my space, they’re free game regardless if they have a boyfriend or not.
“What did you say?” I give her my award-winning smile.
She laughs, sipping off her drink before answering, “I’m talking about all you men walking out of your meeting looking hot as fuck. Do you do that on purpose? You know, try to make all of us women wet.”
I throw my head back with a laugh and say, “Darling, we look hot no matter where we’re coming from.”
It’s her turn to laugh.
As bikers, we get a lot of different looks from people, but the most common are:
The look of respect.
The look of disapproval.
The look of fear.
The look of affection.
Then there’s the raw, mouth-watering, I wanna fuck you look.
Women seem to give me the last one more often than the others. I look down at the row of women salivating at my brothers. I chuckle to myself, seeing we have a bunch of horny-ass bitches. Even with the clubhouse on lockdown, we still try to have fun.
The clubhouse has been on lockdown since the drive-by this morning, so it’s overly crowded. We had a member-only meeting that just ended, so all the men are filtering out, crowding the bar. It’s nice seeing all the fine women waiting for us. I smile at Raydene as she masks her feelings by taking a drink. I’m sure she’s trying to be cute instead of freaking out about what happened today.
Honestly? I’m surprised she’s not freaking out about what happened earlier today since she’s part of why we’re on lockdown.
I move up next to her at the same time Maze, our club bartender, hands me a beer.
“Thanks,” I say to Maze, who nods.
“Want to get high?” Raydene asks, shocking me.
Lowering my beer, I cough, almost choking as I swallow my drink.
“What makes you think I’m not already high?” I tease.
She narrows her eyes. “I want to forget. I want to feel numb. It’s been a crazy, fucked up couple of days.”
Okay, maybe she is freaking out.
I smile, flexing my biceps as I lift my beer to my lips.
A whistle sounds. I instantly look over and see Dallas. He gives me a head nod, and I reply, acknowledging what he’s saying. He’s taking Doc upstairs and wants me to ensure her friend is watched after. Her friend, Raydene, the little strawberry-blondie staring up at me.
Raydene doesn’t take her eyes off me. “Hello? I want to forget. Are we going to get high or what?”
She wants to forget. Hmm…I can make her—stop. I need to be good.
“Hello?” She waves her hand in front of me. “You there?”
“Let’s go,” I say, moving away from the crowded bar.
I don’t look back to see if she’s following. Instead, I walk over to a circle of sofa chairs away from the group and quiet so we can talk.
When I sit down, I scan the room. Brick’s with Vi, Dallas went upstairs with Doc, and I’m not worried about the rest. I sit down facing the bar. Raydene plops down in the chair across from me and instantly springs back up.
“Damn, that chair isn’t comfortable at all,” she says, rubbing her ass.
I chuckle.
“Never sat in that one before, so I wouldn’t know,” I answer, pulling out a joint.
“Why not?” she asks, taking a few steps toward me. I prep the joint, not paying attention to her, thinking she’ll sit in the one next to me, instead, she drops her boney ass down beside me. Well, more like half on me, almost knocking my beer over.
“Goddamn, woman!” I snap.
“Sorry, I thought there would be enough room,” she teases.
“There is if you’d warned me to move over a bit,” I declare as I scoot over, giving her space. She doesn’t move away, only tucks her legs under her, snuggling up close to me.
For a woman who has a boyfriend, she’s being clingy.
I look around, seeing if anyone is paying attention. I’m trying to be good over here.
“What? Are you worried that someone will see us together?” Her voice is low.
I look her in the eyes, eyes that are void of emotion. I fire back at her. “No, but shouldn’t you be? You’re the one with a boyfriend.”
She shrugs. “I do what I want.”
I try to sound irritated, but I like her wanting me. Who wouldn’t want her? She’s hot as fuck. Flawless skin, green eyes, and that fucking hair. Her body fits perfectly into mine. She’s tall but not too tall. Slender with a model body type.
We sit in a staring contest for what seems like an eternity until she finally says, “Are you going to light that, or should I?”
Bossy bitch. I like it.
I keep my eyes locked with hers, trying to figure her out, her expression giving away nothing. I lift the joint to my lips, light it, and take a big draw, exhaling the smoke straight into her face.
She breaks our standoff, closing her eyes and inhaling.
I smile.
“You good?” I say after the smoke is gone.
When she doesn’t reply, I take another drag, blowing it in her face again.
She opens her eyes, and at the same time, her lips form a big smile.
I hand her the joint and ask again, “Are you good?”
She lifts it to her lips, licking them before taking a drag. My cock jumps to life.
Easy, boy, I tell myself to calm down.
That mouth and bossy attitude is what caught my eye the other day. She and her other friend, Vi, came whirling into our meeting like a fucking tornado. Mouthing off, thinking we were hurting their other friend, Lee. Little did they know our boy Dallas fell for his doctor, and we’re protecting her.
It was a cluster fuck, but damn, her storming into a room full of bikers to defend her girl was insane and hot as fuck.
“I will be after a few hits.” She breathes out smoke.
“Joker,” by Steve Miller Band, blares through the club, and I chuckle. It couldn’t be a more perfect song for my mood right now.
I relax into the chair and survey the club, drinking my beer. We sit like this for a few minutes, taking turns smoking.
“Are you okay with everything that’s happened the last few days?” I ask, curious if she’s freaking out or just having a bad day.
I’ve seen her arguing with Vi, and with everything going on, she seems pissy.
I look over and see the weed’s doing its job of relaxing her.
“So many secrets. How can anyone keep up with all the lies?” she rambles, lost in thought.
When I don’t answer, she continues, “I’m just so tired of keeping up the act.”
What the fuck is she talking about? I know the club has so many questions about her and Vi, with everything going on with the Chingas drive-by today and Ronny from the Black Crows in town. It’s chaos around here. I want to ask her more, but she’s talking about secrets, so I shut my mouth and let her vent.
I take a drag off the joint. Before I hand it back, I ask, “Act?”
She grabs the joint, waving it in front of us. “Nothing. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Are you putting on an act here? Right now?” I ask, looking her in the eyes, hoping for a glimpse of anything.
She shakes her head, taking a pull from the joint.
I stay quiet, hoping she’ll give me more.
“This is actually the first time I feel like myself,” she murmurs.
“What about your boyfriend? You can’t be yourself around him?” I ask curiously.
She huffs. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
Okay, trouble in paradise. Duly noted.
“Okay…can you not be yourself around your girls?” I ask.
She glances over at the bar and then back down to her lap. Finally! I see it, but is it regret, fear, or sadness? I can’t read her expression. What I do know is she’s hiding something.
Yep, she’s definitely hiding something.
She finally answers me. “Yeah, to an extent. We all live completely different lives. I travel with DJing so much that I’m always gone. I don’t really belong anywhere. It’s lonely sometimes.”
Intrigued, I turn my upper body toward her.
“Don’t you DJ with your man? How can it be lonely?” I ask, confused.
She snaps her head back, looking at me with irritation. “I don’t want to talk about him. It’s complicated.”
Damn okay!
I finish my beer.
Raydene leans close, whispering, “So you don’t have a girlfriend? Or ol’ lady?”
My body turns tight. I’m getting whiplash from her mood change. At least she knows the club language.
“Fuck no.” I chuckle.
Needing to change the subject and lighten the mood, I ask about her music. Her facial expression instantly changes like the sun just shined down on her.
She perks up and says enthusiastically, “I fucking love making people feel good through my music.”
“I love music too,” I reply with a smile.
She stares at me for a beat. “Really? What kind?”
I laugh. “What? Bikers can’t enjoy music? I love all kinds of music.”
Raydene looks around the room and says, “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I know everyone likes music…” She pauses, looking back over at me. “It’s the look you had when you said it. It’s like you like music… like… how I like music.”
I study her face.
“How do you like music?” I tease with a smirk.
“Like, I can’t live without it. I live and breathe music,” she answers seriously.
“Huh. Well, Snow is one of the Spin It girls, so I guess we live and breathe music too.”
Maze yells from the bar. “Cheers, biatches.”
Vi hollers, “Hell yeah. Let’s go dance!”
It’s like they knew what we were talking about.
Raydene’s eyes light up even brighter. “Do you got any candy?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re pretty fucked up now. Do you really think you need it?”
She leans into my ear. “I want to feel numb. Don’t make me ask you again.”
I chuckle. “Okay, let’s go.”
Two hours later, we’re upstairs on the second floor that we turned into the club. It has a bar, a stage with a pole, and lounge seating all around.
The girls have been onstage dancing most of the night while the guys watch. Once every few songs, they drag us out to dance.
Right now, I’m sitting at the bar with Blink getting a drink. Cash is on the dance floor with the girls dancing to “Shake That Monkey” by Too Short (feat. Lil’ Jon and the Eastside Boyz.)
I chuckle to myself because Cash is a freak, for sure. The girls are bouncing their asses up against him, and he’s loving it. I definitely get a lot of my personality from Cash. He’s like an uncle to me. We both love to dance.
Blink asks next to me, “You good, man?”
I turn my gaze from Raydene, who’s wiggling her ass around the dance floor. “Yeah, as good as I can be right now. You?”
Blink shrugs, taking a shot.
“MacDaddy, you gonna mack on that fine ass tonight?” Blink chuckles when he sees Raydene and Vi start to grind on each other.
“Fuck no! For one, she’s got a man. Two, she’s high as fuck,” I reply defensively.
“Doesn’t look like she’s got a man right now…” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to where the girls are. “It looks like she’s got her sights on your Big Mac .”
Raydene dances seductively, looking in our direction.
“I told Dallas I’d watch out for her. I’m just babysitting,” I explain, but my eyes probably say something else, watching her sway her fine ass toward me.
I smirk. Damn, she does have some amazing long luscious legs that would wrap perfectly around my body.
He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that. It might work.”
Christ, he’s right.
When Raydene reaches me, she slides her hands up my chest. “Want to dance?”
I smile. Fuck me.
I’ve been taking care of Raydene. She’s past the forgetting stage and has moved into the numbing phase. For the last hour, she’s been switching from alcohol to weed to cocaine.
“Hotel California” by the Eagles starts to play. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her up and against me. I let her grind her glorious body against me.
Goddamn, she’s wasted.
Raydene drops her head back to look up at me. “Don’t you want me?” she slurs.
I smile down at her. “Honey, you’ve got a man. Plus, I don’t do women who are wasted.”
“I’m not drunk.” She giggles.
“Ray, you’re high as a fucking kite.” I laugh.
“What, you don’t find me attractive?” she spouts off.
I laugh, gripping her slender hips, and I shift her against my rock-hard cock. “Does that feel like I find you unattractive?”
She giggles again, dropping her head against my chest, almost passing out.
Okay, it’s time to put her to bed.