“Probably not, they’re all older.” I don’t know this for a fact because the only other member I saw was Logan, but the surest way to get Athena to do something is to tell her she can’t do it.
We go our separate ways, but meet up in the parking lot so she can drive me home.
At my house, I run in and toss some clothes into my backpack. I’ve got a few pieces of sexy underwear that I’d saved up for, and I add those in. Dashing into the bathroom, I take a quick shower, spending time shaving my legs ’til they’re silky smooth. I don’t bother with makeup, but I brush my hair and run the straightening iron over it until it’s glossy and flowing down my back.
Then I throw on my shortest denim mini-skirt and a tight, red and blue plaid flannel shirt. I add short red cowgirl boots, snatch my backpack off the bed, and run out to Athena’s car.
She bursts out laughing when she sees me.
“Wow, you’ve got it bad for this guy.”
“Fuck off.”
“No, you’re hot.”
The gate to the clubhouse is wide open, so Athena drives me right up to the door. A few younger guys are in the yard and they eye the car, but don’t approach. The backs of their cuts read PROSPECT.
Athena takes my hand. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah, he was really nice to me.”
“What if he wants to watch the other guys fuck you one after the other?”
That sounds kind of hot, actually, but I don’t want my best friend to think I’m a slut. “That’s not going to happen.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Athena, I already spent the night with him. If he really wanted to hurt me, he had his chance. He drove me to school this morning.”
Her mouth quirks up. “Hmm…a badass biker with a heart of gold. Nice story.”
“You’re nuts.”
“Maybe. I want details Monday.”
We kiss each other on the cheek and I get out. I run my hands down the sides of my skirt, and pull the backpack over one shoulder.
Entering the club alone feels odd, but I do it with my chin up and shoulders back.
I almost run outside after Athena’s car when I spot Dante at the bar. He’s talking to a busty blonde and from their posture it’s clear they’re familiar with each other.
So this was the business he had to take care of at the club today.
Dammit.
Dante
Dropping my bitch off. Not being able to smell her, touch her,fuckher, isn’t sittin’ well with me. And fuck if that’s not pissing me off. Once she’s out of my sight, I start rethinkin’ shit. Don’t need a bitch. Ain’t ever wanted one.Just met this one yesterday. She’s a hell of a fuck, but that’s it. Why am I makin’ more out of it?
The last fuckin’ person I want to see is waitin’ for me when I get back to the clubhouse. Fuckin’ Hemi. It didn’t escape my notice the way Karina went all weird talkin’ about him. I’m guessing they were more than next-door neighbors and the thought of it is making me a little fuckin’ nuts.
Hemi’s a bit on the prissy side for a biker. How he got voted in is beyond me, even though I was sittin’ at the table givin’ myyayvote same as everyone else. He’s a hard worker. Loyal to the club. Took a lotta bitch work as a prospect and never complained once. Handles shit good now too. He makes a point outta stayin’ away from most of the club whores, which is why it shocked me a little that he was so willing to join in yesterday. Fuck, that’s burning my balls now.
“I need a word, Dante.”
“So spit it out. Ain’t got time for bullshit today, Hemi.”
“You done with Karina?”
