Chapter 5
Patch
I sit back with my drink in hand, watching the girls as they walk around getting ready for tomorrow night.
“That kill do it for you?” Storm asks with a smirk.
“That kill was good, but that fuck last night was better.”
“Who were you fuckin’?”
“Some bitch I met at the bar,” I tell him.
“She hot?”
“She was damn hot. Had a pussy like you wouldn’t believe.”
“No shit? Didn’t think there was a bitch in a sixty-mile radius that you hadn’t fucked,” he laughs once more. He’s right. I don’t usually go back for a second round with anyone just because of the way I like to fuck. Not many women can handle that.
“I seemed to find one, and it was damn good.”
“Goin’ back for seconds?” he asks me. I shrug and take another drink from my glass.
“If I see her again, I might, but you know how it is.”
“How what is?” Bouncer asks, walking over and taking the seat next to me.
“Fuckin’ a girl you meet at the bar.”
“You met a new girl?”
“I fucked a new girl,” I correct him.
“Same thing. Is she hot?”
“Damn hot.”
“You get her number?” Bouncer asks me. I shake my head and smirk at him.
“Hell no. I was at her place last night. I know where she lives now,” I tell the two of them. Both of them laugh.
“You gonna stalk her?”
“I don’t stalk women,” I say with a grin.
“You don’t? Since when?”
“Fuck you. That was a one-time thing.”
“Was it? I seem to remember a few times,” Storm adds with a laugh.
“So what? I like to keep an eye on some of them.”
“Stalker,” Bouncer adds. He’s right. I have stalked a few of them in my lifetime, and I might do it again. Who the hell are they to judge what I do?
“I can do what I want. I don’t remember needin’ your permission to stalk a woman.”
“You don’t. Just don’t get caught,” he reminds me. I nod my head. I would never get caught. I’m too good at it.
“Anything new for us to do?”
“Aside from the local shipments, no. Everything has been quiet around here.”
“That’s fucked up,” I mumble.
“You want shit to go down?” Storm asks.
“I need somethin’ to do,” I tell him. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“What about stalkin’ your new prey?”
“I could do that, but that doesn’t take me all day,” I tell them with a smirk.
“You’re sick.”
“Am I?” I ask, looking at Bouncer. He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair.
“Why didn’t you just get her number like a normal man?” he asks.
“Do I come off as a normal man?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then that’s your answer. Besides, this girl is a train wreck. She had an ex outside screamin’ like a little girl, and she was drunk. I don’t need that kind of shit in my life.”
“And yet you fucked her anyway.”
“Of course I did. I wasn’t about to turn that down,” I say, smiling at Bouncer.
“Sick fucker.”
“You could always help me out with the Skilled Bastards.”
“What’s up with them?” I ask.
“Kal thinks they had somethin’ to do with the traffickers around here. Not sure yet, so we’re checkin’ into it.”
“Hell yeah, I’m in. Tell me when and where,” I tell him.
“We can’t go in and kill them all, Patch,” he laughs.
“Do we at least get to play with them?”
“That we can do but after we figure shit out. You up for a little recon?”
“Always, brother.”
“Tomorrow, we go and see what we can discover. We’ll figure shit out from there,” he says.
“Sounds good to me.” Storm nods before he turns and walks away. Bouncer isn’t far behind him when one of the club girls walks past. I grab her wrist and pull her into my lap before kissing her neck.
“What’s up, Patch?”
“Not much. Just a little bored,” I tell her, running my fingers up her thigh.
“Is that right? I think I can find something fun for us to do,” she tells me. My cock responds, leaping in my jeans below her ass. She can feel it. I know she can.
“You think so?” She nods her head, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulder, before she stands and unbuttons my jeans.
Then she drops to her knees and pulls my cock out, licking her lips.
Before I know it, she has my cock in her mouth, taking me deep into her throat.
I groan and raise my hips, helping her out as she sucks me hard.
But it isn’t her that I’m picturing on her knees.
It isn’t her that I’m seeing. It’s my little train wreck from last night.
It’s her pouty little lips, her long dark hair.
It’s her tight pussy bent over the couch. It’s her moans of pleasure.
I shake my head, trying to rid the thoughts, but they just keep coming back. Angel sucks my cock like a fucking porn star, and all I can think about is Anika. How it would feel to have Anika sucking me off. I’m a fucked up man. Fucked in the head.
I grab the back of Angel’s head and shove my cock further down her throat.
I see the tears in her eyes. I see her gagging on me, and I don’t care.
I want Anika gagging on the length of me.
I want her on her knees. Maybe the guys are right.
Maybe I need to do a little recon stalking on her.
It isn’t like I’ve never done it before.
And I liked what I saw with her. Doesn’t mean she’s a good fit for me, but it would be fun as hell taking that girl one more time.