Chapter 9
Kourtney
F lipping through the racks of clothes, I’ve completely come to a stand still. I don’t know what to wear. I always know what to wear.
Giving up, I flop my naked ass down on my bed and call Reggie for advice.
“What’s The Castle?” I ask as soon as he answers the phone.
Reggie bursts out laughing.
“I’m serious.”
“Why the hell are you asking about a strip club?”
I sit up. “A strip club?”
“Yeah. The Castle is the strip club that the MC owns.”
“You’re trying to tell me that I’m going on a date to a strip club?”
“A date?” Reggie scoffs. “With whom?”
“No one.”
“ Kourtney Walker .”
“Ok. Ok. Tiny.”
“The big hunky dude?”
“If you’re referring to the one that was taller than life, yes. Him.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Reggie.”
He lets out a laugh. “I just think it’s a little funny, is all. You sure it’s a date?”
“Yes. No?” I shake my head, exasperated. “I don’t know?”
“Well, did he say it was a date or not?”
“He said, and I quote, ‘I know it’s unconventional, but the club goes to The Castle on Wednesdays. Would you wanna come with me?’”
“Okay, so that could go either way. You’re right.”
“You aren’t helping the issue at hand here, Reg. What do I wear?”
“What time is he picking you up?”
“Eight.”
“FaceTime me.”
I hang up and click the FaceTime button instead, situating my phone on the large countertop inside my closet.
It doesn't phase Reggie when he answers the phone and I’m butt naked. He's used to it by now. If I’m home, I’m usually naked. Sometimes, I even vacuum naked.
“What the hell do I wear to this place, Reg?”
“Well, I can see you already have hair and makeup out of the way. I was going to suggest a nice smokey eye, so good job.”
I roll my eyes and drop my shoulders. “Help me.”
“Are you trying to get laid?”
Owen pops in the screen and I let out a groan, nodding. “Wear red lingerie. Men love red.”
Reggie swats him out of view. “Quit looking at her tits.”
“I may be gay for you, baby, but tits are tits. And hers are nice.”
I grip the tits in question and give them a squeeze. “Hey, thanks, Owen.”
Reggie rolls his eyes as I pull on a red lacey set.
“I would go shorts, thigh-high boots, and ditch the bra. Wear that one red drapey tank thing instead.”
“Ooooh. You’re a genius!”
I leave the phone in its spot as I flutter around the closest, grabbing the different pieces he mentioned. I pull on my faux leather mini shorts and then my thigh-high Louboutin stiletto boots. I chuck the bra across the room, intending it to land on the chest of drawers, but it tumbles to the floor.
I hold the red satin piece to the front of my chest with one arm and reach behind my head to secure it behind my neck. The only other thing holding the top in place is the delicate silver chain that lays across my mid back.
I do a spin for them both, and they let out a loud whistle in unison.
“You guys are the best. Love you both. Wish me luck! I’m going to climb him like a tree tonight!” I giggle, earning a cackle from Reggie and a stern look from Owen.
“Be safe. You look sexy as hell, love,” Owen says before clicking the phone off.
I tape my pesky nipples down with tape so I don’t give everyone a show and pull a long, black coat off the hanger since it's likely to be chilly out tonight. I finish the look by pulling half of my hair up and securing it at the top of my head with a red satin ribbon to match my top. Grabbing a small purse that essentially only my phone and keys fit into, I’m all set.
I check my appearance a few more times, and once I’m happy with the way I look, I head out to the kitchen.
Just as I’m about to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, there’s a knock at the door.
I pull my coat on before answering the door and smile up at Tiny’s handsome face.
“Holy shit, you look incredible,” he rasps. I press up onto my tiptoes and place a kiss against his cheek before he steps through the door.
“You don’t look half bad yourself.”
A black t-shirt clings to his bulky frame with a leather jacket overtop. It looks just like the leather vest he was wearing the day I met him, patches and all, except this one is long-sleeved. Dark jeans hug his large thighs while his all-black Forces create a contrast against my cream-colored carpet. A chunky gold chain peeks out of his shirt, making my fingers itch to trace the path around his veiny neck.
“I was just about to grab some water. Do you want some?” I say to cool down my libido before I jump his bones five seconds after setting eyes on him.
“Sure.”
I grab two bottles from the fridge and hand him one before cracking mine open. “So, a strip club, huh?” I ask just as he sets his water down and drops onto the bar stool.
“Who told you it was a strip club?” he asks with a smirk.
“I’m a woman who likes to dress for the occasion. I had to call Reggie to find out where I was going.”
Tiny chuckles, taking another sip of his water. “We own the club. It’s more of a large bar and hangout than it is a strip club. I mean, yeah, you have all of the components of a strip club– naked chicks on stages, private dance rooms, and whatnot. But it’s also a place we all meet to hang out, drink, and have a good time.”
“Makes sense.” I round the corner and stop right next to where he’s seated at the counter. “Do you spend a lot of time in those private rooms?”
Tiny grins, reaching his arm out to circle my waist. “I’m not going to lie. Yes I’ve spent time in them, but I wouldn't say I spend a lot of time.”
“Do you like spending time there?”
Tiny’s gaze flips back and forth between my eyes and my lips now that he’s sitting at eye level. His eyes darken. “I’m a man. So I’d be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate drinking beer with the guys while beautiful women parade around naked.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, right near the corner of his mouth before backing away, causing his arm to fall. “Let’s get on then.”
He chuckles, pushing away from the counter. “Let’s go.”
I can tell I’m going to have a lot of fun with him, whether this is a date or not.
“It’s 42 degrees out, and you want to ride that,” I say, pointing at Tiny’s bike in my driveway as he's waiting for me to get on.
“Yeah, babe. Your coat will keep you warm. Besides, I'll be eating up most of the wind since you’ll be behind me. The club is only a couple miles from here.”
“If I get frostbite on my nipples, you’re paying my hospital bill,” I say saucily, snatching the helmet from him.
“Honey, you get frostbite on your nipples, the only thing that’ll warm them up and nurse them back to health is my mouth.”
The image of his full lips and warm mouth surrounding my nipples pops into my head, and it damn sure isn’t the cold weather causing me to shiver.
He chuckles, throwing his leg over the bike, waiting for me with a smirk. As he pulls a black beanie over his head, I gather the courage to tell him what I’ve been worried about.
“I have a confession.”
He turns to me, and he must know instantly since his shoulders relax. “Never ridden before?”
I shake my head, feeling insanely silly with the weight of the helmet pulling on my head. He smiles appreciatively at me. “Thank you for telling me and not just going in blind. Step here and throw your leg over. Hold on to my waist and be one with me.”
“Be one with you?”
“Yes.”
“Got it.”
I instantly feel a vibration flare up beneath my thighs and straight through my pussy as he turns the engine over. I let out a yelp and jump a little, causing Tiny to laugh. “You good back there?”
“Perfect.”
He chuckles again before telling me to hold on tight, and he takes off out of my driveway.
Holy fuck-balls. It’s freezing out here! He lied when he said he would eat up most of the wind. I try my best to tuck my head behind his back in an effort to hide from the wind, but my teeth still chatter like crazy. I rethink my entire outfit choice and curse Reggie the whole way.
Within minutes, even though the cold made it feel much longer, Tiny’s backing the bike into a parking spot outside of a dark building with one neon sign with the club's name on it.
He smiles wide at me as he helps me off the bike. “See? Wasn’t far at all.”
I roll my eyes at him and smile as he takes the helmet from my head. I gasp in surprise when he nips at my bottom lip again. “Every time you roll your eyes at me, I want to spank your ass.”
Another shiver races up my back, and I’m thanking past me for being smart and taping my nipples down.
“So do it,” I snarkily test him.
I let out a sound mixed between surprise and excitement as his large hand palms my ass, heating it through the leather. “Let’s go inside.”
I roll my lips between my teeth and nod. Squeezing my ass one more time, he pulls his hand away. He reaches out and takes my hand in his instead, lacing our fingers together.
I don’t know who let this man in on my secret love language, but he’s already checking every box, and I’m still not even sure if this is an actual date.
A large, scary-looking man stands at the entrance. When he sees Tiny, he doesn’t hesitate and immediately lets us through. I follow close behind him all the way down a hallway, stopping when Tiny reaches an office. “We can leave our coats here.”
I giggle when Tiny takes his leather jacket off and underneath is his regular vest. “Seriously?”
“What? It’s fucking cold out, and we have to wear our cuts when we're here.”
“That’s what it’s called? A cut?”
He nods, hanging the jacket on the large coat rack in the corner, which already has a few like his hanging from it. He gestures for me to hand him my coat, so I take off the small purse, tuck it into the inside pocket, and hand him the coat. “Is this office locked? Can I leave my bag in here?”
“Yeah. No one will fuck with it.”
As soon as Tiny hangs my coat and steps back to me, I watch as his eyes drop to my exposed back, and his head drops back on a groan. “ Fuck .”
His hand immediately finds my bare skin, and it's like my nerve endings are a magnet to his touch. As soon as the warmth from his palm hits my back, the entire area lights up like fireworks on the fourth of July.
“You’re trying to kill me with this outfit, aren’t you.”
I spin on my toes to face him. “Is it working?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
I giggle as he leads me out of the office, lacing our fingers together again. He directs us to the bar first, where a beautiful blond-haired girl smiles brightly at us. Her head is covered in intricate braids, giving GOT Season 8 Daenerys a run for her money. “Tiny! You made it.”
“Hey, babe.” I watch as he leans over the counter and kisses the girl on the cheek. I try not to let the jealous monster creep up, but sometimes, I just can’t control her. Tiny turns to me and smiles. I’m thankful my momentary jealousy isn’t showing on the outside.
I’m so pathetic. I barely know the guy, and I’m getting jealous over a cheek kiss. Ha. Who am I?
“Honey, this is Brenna. Brenna, this is Kourtney.”
“Kourtney! It’s so nice to meet you! Everyone has been talking about you and how you helped Ringer.”
“Baby, I need another beer STAT before my dad kills me for knocking my mom’s over,” a guy I briefly recognize as one of the ones that I met the other day at the clubhouse says, looking awfully anxious.
“Jace Mitchell!” Brenna remarks as she swats his hand away. “That was insanely rude. You see me talking to Tiny and Kourtney.”
“Baby, please. My dad is about fifteen seconds away from beating my ass all because Mom had a bad day, and I knocked her first beer over,” he begs, causing me to giggle at the exchange. I don’t know this guy from Adam, but he looks insanely out of character.
Brenna rolls her eyes, grabs a beer from the well beneath the bar, and slams it on the counter. “I’m only giving you this for my future mother-in-law, not for your rude ass.” The man turns and rushes back the way he came after snatching the cold beer from the counter.
“Future mother-in-law?” I question, and Tiny chuckles as he watches his friend’s obvious discomfort.
“Brenna’s Flame’s ol’ lady. Tank, Flame’s dad, is also a member of the club. Maria, Flame’s mom, is one scary bitch when she’s upset.”
“I heard that, Nathan,” a woman who I assume is the scary bitch in question hops up on the stool next to us. “I want to see how long it takes Flame to freak out when his dad tells him I walked away crying.”
“Flame’s never going to believe Tank let you walk away upset.”
She shrugs. “I know, but it’s fun to watch my son squirm.”
Brenna laughs and holds her hand up for a high five from Maria.
Just then, Maria turns her gaze on me and lets out a whistle. “Ms. Council washes up nicely.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, future mother-in-law.”
Maria looks at me funny and then Brenna lets out a loud laugh. “I called you my future mother-in-law to Flame. Don’t tell him, and I don’t think he caught on. He was so frazzled.”
“You’re secret's safe with me, Bren,” Maria winks at her.
I look questioningly at Tiny as Brenna hands our drinks over to us. He leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “Brenna found an engagement ring in his drawer a few weeks ago.”
“How do you possibly know that?”
Waggling his eyebrows at me, he feathers his fingers down my back again. “I told you, honey, I know everything about this town.”
Tiny pulls me away from the bar ,and by looking around, it seems to be a mix of people here wearing similar vests to Tiny’s. A few have different club names and graphics on them though. And college kids. I spot a couple of random people in different corners but mostly it seems like we have a mix of bikers and frat boys. What an odd pairing.
Pulling me closer by his grasp on my hand, Tiny presses his lips to my ear. “There are a few other clubs here tonight, and unless you want all these thirsty fuckers pawing after you, make sure you stay close. If you sit on my lap, you should be safe, but without a property cut, you’re fair game, honey.”
I pull back and meet his eyes, trying to see if he’s fucking with me or just trying to feed me a line so that I’ll sit on his lap. I’m not sure what a property cut is, and the only hands I want pawing at me are connected to the big man who slides one of those hands around my back and presses it firmly against my spine causing goosebumps to break out across my entire body.
By the heated, predatory fire in Tiny’s eyes, I’d say it isn’t just a line.