2. Rex
You fucked a woman a couple of times and all of a sudden she thought she owned your cock and could dick-tate what you did with it.
Get it?
Dick-tate.
Fuck, I was funny.
Missy sat behind the desk, unable to meet my eyes. She knew damned fucking well she had no claim on me, but she thought to make another woman miserable just because I stared at her ass—and what a fine ass it was.
All sweet and round and tight—fuck!
A man can look all he damned well pleases, no bitch tells me my eyes can’t wander.
Hell, no bitch tells me my dick can’t wander. I put it wherever the hell I like. There are a number of women at the clubhouse that take a good riding on a regular basis, Missy knows about them too so why the fuck does she think she can control who I look at?!
“You don’t come to the clubhouse again. You’re barred.” Her face paled even further, her hopes of being an old lady down the drain. I knew that’s exactly what she’s been begging for, and a couple of other brothers have already taken a turn at her. Missy is used goods, she’s at best, a club slut… never an old lady. “I see you there again, I’ll have the prospects take you for a real ride, ya hear me?”
The prospects were eager to prove themselves and would do anything I—and anyone who wore the patch—asked of them. Running a train on the used up gash in front of me wouldn’t even phase them. And no one would want her then either. Getting fucked by prospects was the quickest way to get your ass kicked out. Club sluts were for Street King dick, not the unpatched.
Her mouth opened and closed in a perfect goldfish rendition, but no sound emerged. Good, she’s learning. A bit too late though.
Squeaking wheels alerted me to the princess’ exit. The tall beauty walked out with her head held high, her back straight and her gorgeous waterfall of blonde hair held in a pony that trailed down her back to just above her tight ass.
Fuck!
Grabbing the door before it could slam closed on me, I followed the chick out. She stood with her back to me facing the elevator, her finger stabbing at the ‘down’ button repeatedly.
“That won’t make it come quicker,” I said as I reached her side.
She startled, her dark blue eyes widening. “Why are you all so quiet on your feet? You did it before too.”
I didn’t bother offering a response to that, but my lips tipped up at her observation. It’s not like I could tell her that we’re light on our feet so we can sneak up on our enemies and kill them quietly; I think she’d have an even worse opinion of the people here than she already does, and she’s only been here for a few hours.
“She wouldn’t let you in, but trust me, the nurse is sorry for her attitude.”
She looked dubiously at me. “You mean, you asked your girlfriend to let me in past visiting hours and she still said no?”
I sighed, digging my thumbs into my eyeballs. “She’s not my girlfriend,” I gritted out. “We just… ya know… a few times.”
“Seems that she had other ideas and took those ideas out on me for no reason.” She stabbed the button again with no success, the green arrow signaled the elevator being held on the bottom floor. “All I wanted to do was see how Millie was. I flew all this way and now I have to wait until tomorrow.” Her sigh was exhausted as her shoulders slumped from the weight of everything. Now I wasn’t staring at her ass, I noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the bloodshot orbs telling me more than what her vicious tongue could.
My fists clenched, regret a bitter taste in my mouth. I felt responsible for this woman’s pain, even indirectly. Ogling the poor woman when she had flown hours to see her sick sister had brought on a ton of shit I knew as ‘Missy’. And fuck, I didn’t even know her name and I was ready to apologize for something I didn’t even do—I never fucking apologize. Except maybe to my prez, he was probably the only one that got to hear the big ‘S’ from my lips.
“Look, princess, tonight didn’t go the way you planned, but my brothers and me, we can help you.” The silver doors slid open, a vacant box with white paneling stood sentinel, waiting for her to step in. I dug into my pocket, pulling out my wallet that only held cash and one business card. The little white card was the only thing I needed, and I slid it from the leather with ease. “Take this, call first thing tomorrow morning, and I’ll help sort out that insurance problem you have.”
Her hand unconsciously patted the bag hanging over her shoulder, the white sheaths of paper popping out the top. “How did you… never mind.” Her smothered yawn had her red eyes watering and she grabbed the little card and shoved it in her bag with the rest of the paperwork that Missy had handed to her earlier.
Of course I’d listened in. I’d wanted to know who she was and if she was there to see a man. I needed to know if there was something obstructing my way of getting a night with the woman who sounded like she just stepped off one of those lame-ass period dramas that the prez’s old lady loved to watch.
“Just call the number,” I demanded with a desperation that had me wanting to kick myself. With raised eyebrows, she stepped into the elevator, pressing the button on the wall to close the doors, essentially shutting her away from me.
As the doors slid shut, our eyes locked. Her red rimmed eyes burned into mine, hitting me with the full force of her dark blue depths. Curiosity and something else I couldn’t name shone back at me, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to decipher it. That was too deep for someone I’d met less than an hour ago.
The doors shut with a finality that had me breathing easier. Sure I’d help her out with that insurance issue, it was the least I could do considering I—kind of—fucked her up in the first place, but something told me she wasn’t the wham-bam type of gal, so getting my dick wet in an adventure with some foreign pussy before she flew home probably wouldn’t happen.
And didn’t that just suck balls.