Ox lifted Cobra into his bulging arms, carrying him like a baby.
“Fuck, Pres, what have those people outside been feeding you? Rabbit food? Lettuce leaves ain't for biker boys. We gonna get a steak into you and feed you up.”
If I didn't know better I’d think that Ox fucking teared up, because he nearly choked on his last words.
“Yeah. And beer. Get Pres a fucking beer,” Ratbag piped up.
It was nine am, but that had never stopped the boys before, and today they had reason for celebration. Cobra let it go. He reveled in the attention, and knew his boys needed something to take their minds off the last few months. In time we’d get to the serious stuff, the business end of club matters. But for now, it was beer all ‘round.
Inside the clubhouse, Lexi was sliding one frothy glass after another across the counter like a pro. I had to admit I was impressed.
“Never seen a Sheila pull a beer so fast—she’s a fucking natural.” Ratbag laughed when he saw the puzzled look on my face. Wasn’t her name Lexi? “Yeah, Sheila is what we call bitches back in Australia.”
Ratbag never failed to amuse me with his strange way of talking and turns of phrases.
“Oi, Sheila, get our VP a beer, sweetheart,” he shouted at her.
Lexi didn't slide the beer across the counter to me like she did for the other guys. “You still owe me a visit from last time.” She winked as she handed me a beer, leaning over so I could see down her top and making damn sure her hand touched mine. She pouted her full lips and I had that feeling of déjà vu. I could swear I’d seen her somewhere, before she worked at the club as the barmaid.
Perplexed, I turned away and made a toast to Cobra, welcoming him back and wishing him a speedy recovery so that he’d be one hundred percent fit again.
Downing my beer, I was eager to escape to my room down the hallway. I hadn’t slept at the club in months, and I was feeling kinda homesick. I unlocked the door and grinned: everything was exactly as I’d left it. Even my old guitar. Yeah. I hadn’t played in forever. As I ran a finger over the strings, I heard the door close behind me.
Whirling around, my hand went for my gun.
“Hey, slow down cowboy, it’s only me.” Lexi leaned against the door, giving me her best come-fuck-me look.
“Sheila, shouldn’t you be working the bar?” I growled. I knew exactly why she was here.
“You can call me anything you want to, Ryder. But my name is Lexi. That’s the name to call out when I suck your cock and you come in my mouth.”
She pushed away from the door and knelt down in front of me. She ran her fingers over the guitar, slowly, suggestively, never taking her eyes off mine. I hadn’t had a bitch that was so overt in her intentions in a while.
I stared down at her, feeling my cock stir. Christ, I was only a man.
Lexi took hold of the ends of her skimpy top and pulled it over her head. Her tits were spectacular. Big brown nipples stood hard, already aroused. I watched as she licked her fingertips and started rolling her nipples between her fingers, moaning softly as she bit her bottom lip. She sat back on her knees and ran one hand down her ribs and over her thigh. She pushed up her skirt to her hips and exposed a glistening pussy with the smallest of landing strips covering her mound. Two fingers dipped into her cunt, pushing in deep as she groaned and then removed her fingers.
“Sweet, Ryder. Fucking sweet. Want to taste, baby?” She held her fingers up to my face.
Fuck. My cock went hard. I could smell the bitch from here. She was dripping sex.
When I didn't react, she sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting herself.
Fuck. That’s hot.
Groaning, I placed my hand on her head as she unbuckled my belt and pulled the zipper down. She reached in and set my erection free, her hand on my shaft.
“Hello, Mister.” She chuckled, pleased with my reaction to her.
Her tongue snaked out to lick my cock. Just as she was about to make contact, I pushed her backward so that she fell flat on her naked ass.
“Sheila. A few ground rules. One. You only touch my cock when invited to. Two. If I want to fuck you, I will let you know. Till then, you wait.”
“Jesus. What’s wrong with you? I’ve been saving myself for you. Half the club’s guys are eager to sink their dicks into me. But I don’t want them—I want you. Your cock likes me, baby. Don’t be a hard-ass.”
“Don’t call me ‘baby,’” I snapped, shoving my semi-hard dick back into my jeans. I ran a hand through my hair. She was right. What the fuck was wrong with me? What man in his right mind would deny himself a pussy like this one? Sheila had one fine pussy. Her body was tight, her tits were to die for, and her eagerness to please was every man’s dream.
Ahhh. There lay the problem. Because the face in my dreams was a different face. Similar features, same hot, tight body, but the blue eyes of an angel that tormented my cock with just her smile. Jade. Fucking Princess had invaded my mind. She owned my fucking cock, and she didn't even know it. Neither had I, until this very fucking moment. If anyone was going to suck my cock, the mouth had to belong to my Princess.
Lexi gasped. “You’ve fallen for somebody, haven’t you?”
“What the fuck are you? A witch? Get out of my room. Now.”
Where the fuck had I seen this bitch before?
I leaned against the wall as she grabbed her top. Tempting. Those tits were so fucking tempting. All I had to do was reach out and touch them. Suck those nipples into my mouth. Finger her juicy pussy. Let her suck my cock. Bend her over and fuck her hard.
Why not?
Jade would never know.
But I would.
Even though I was a man—one who loved fucking pussy—it hit me.
I only wanted one pussy. Jade’s.
Fuck.
Chapter 12 ~ Ryder
“You’re making a big mistake, Ryder. I can make you a very happy man.” She gestured toward her body with a sweep of her hand. “I will fuck you any way you want. You will love me calling you baby. My pussy is so ready for you Ryder, so wet, throbbing for your cock.”
Taking a few steps toward me, she pushed her still naked tits against me. Her hard nipples pushed into my chest. She took hold of my hand and placed it on her sex, spreading her legs.
“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want my wet cunt. Tell me you don’t want to eat me out and be inside me now, and I’ll walk away. But you can't, can you?”
Lexi’s hand was on my dick, stroking my hardness through the denim. It responded by growing even more.
“Jesus, Sheila. You’re one bad bitch. If it weren’t for Princess, I'd fuck you till you passed out. But my dick has an affinity for another pussy. Sorry darling,” I said as I pushed her onto the bed with a hard shove and walked from the room without looking back.
Fuck, if I stayed another minute I'd be tappin’ that ass so hard. I barely could stop myself from taking what was on offer. Sheila would be an awesome fuck. If it weren’t for Jade . . .
“Who the fuck is Princess? I’ll kill that bitch!” she called from my room.
The roar of my laughter echoed off the hallway walls—Sheila sure was spunky. I shook my head. Now that’d be one showdown I didn't want to be part of. If Jade saw the half-naked dripping-with-sex slut in my room—if she’d seen her hand on my cock, her tits pushed against me, my hands on her pussy—I'd fear for Sheila’s life.