The moment I met her I knew she was bad news. The first time she created a scene here at the clubhouse I limited her visits on the property. Some people just put off a vibe that flashes troublemaker.
“Anyway, Raegan left and refused to see him for weeks. He finally gave her some space. Debbie had her catty bitches going around town saying how her and Havoc were together now and made sure to rub it in Raegan’s face how she’d slept with him. Raegan became a recluse locked away in her house for those weeks. I got home one night after work and saw Raegan’s car parked outside our apartment. Thought that meant they could work things out, but that was when Debbie showed up with the sonogram saying that it was his kid and tore any chances for them away.”
“Wow, that’s fucked up,” I say.
“Yeah, we found out Raegan left the next day to go live with her dad in Seattle. She changed her phone number and her mother refused to give Havoc the address or new number. Months passed and it finally set in that she wasn’t coming back. Havoc stayed drunk ninety-eight percent of the time which gave Debbie a chance to convince him to marry her for the baby. Only to fake a miscarriage later on. Havoc was a different person when Raegan left, he shut off the soft side to him and is who you see now,” Riot says then finishes another beer and motions for another. I take two shots of whiskey and feel the liquid burn on the way down my throat.
“Why did he stay with the snake after finding out what she’d done? And then still have a kid with that psycho?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, Prez. Trust me, Zane was not planned, and I know Havoc didn’t want any kids if he couldn’t have ’em with Raegan. I think, he thought he deserved to be miserable after what he had done. That he deserved to be stuck with that slut after destroying the love of his life.”
“I can’t imagine losing something like that over a conniving whore,” I murmur more to myself.
I had only been with Raegan for one night, and I was already hooked on her.
“Yeah well, everyone who meets Raegan falls in love with her. She just has that type of personality that draws people to her. Although, she seems a bit feistier than she did six years ago.” He chuckles taking another swig of beer. “She’s a helluva woman.”
“She’s definitely something,” I say, thinking about that kiss she blindsided me with not even an hour ago. Christ, I’m getting hard all over again.
I shake my head needing to rid my thoughts of an untouchable woman and get some relief for my cock quick before I explode. I scan the room peering for someone that fits the bill and see Tessa at the end of the bar talking with a few of the other girls here tonight. I motion with my chin and she starts making her way over. I pat Riot on the shoulder and make my way down the hall to my room knowing Tessa is following.
My key opens the door and I enter once she is in, closing it behind us.
“On your knees,” I command.
The one thing about club whores is that they’re always willing to please any of the members of the MC. There are a few who are clingy, but for the most part they are here to serve and please. Club whores or Sweetbutts are women at the clubhouse who want to ride MC dick. They start out as a hang-around, but once they get a little taste of what we offer, they jump at the chance to please a patched brother. They’re at our beck and call for whatever we need from them. Most are hoping to land one of the MC men and become an Ol’ Lady, but very few get that title. The life we lead doesn’t leave loads of room for families or time to spare usually.
Tessa is a nice-looking girl with sandy blonde hair and a decent rack, she’s been here for about four months, and she seems to understand that this isn’t going anywhere. I’ve had her service me a few times and wasn’t disappointed.
Ever so obedient, she’s on her knees grabbing for my belt to release me. Once she has my rock-hard cock out, she wastes no time in getting to work by using her mouth. I’m a little disappointed she can’t take all of me in, but push past it. For a moment my mind wonders to my wildcat and that she doesn’t have gag reflex. It makes me pulse and Tessa gags around my cock. I try to rid any of those thoughts of Raegan as I push my fingers through Tessa’s hair and grab a handful to control the movements pushing her further down on me. Images of Raegan come back from the night a few months ago on her knees blowing me, and I groan deep from within my chest. I hear a moan making me open my eyes to stare down at Tessa working my cock, but all I can think about is a brunette blue-eyed goddess who had her tongue shoved down my throat earlier. Tessa peeks up at me with her hazel eyes, and it completely deflates me. I’ve never had a problem getting off with a club girl before. Fuck.
The hand in her hair pulls her off my dick, and I push her onto the bed face down. I really need to get this frustration out that my little wildcat is causing. Lifting up her short skirt, I tear her thong and reach for a condom in my back pocket. She starts to moan and look over her shoulder, but I know that if I see her face it’ll ruin this. Grabbing her at the back of the neck, I force her face down. Ripping the foil wrapper with my teeth, I slip it over my dick then plunge into her hole. The moment I do and feel how loose she is and is nothing like the one I want. I start to lose the feeling as my cock softens. I try several thrusts hoping to spark some kind of friction to unload, but the more I thrust it feels like I’m thrusting into air. The more I try the softer my dick gets. Deciding to give up, I pull out then toss the condom in the trash bin while pulling my pants up over my hips, and I buckle my belt before sitting on the edge of the bed. She must think that she did something wrong because she scoots up the bed and tries to straddle me, but I’m done for the night. With images of Raegan whirling in my head, there’s no way I’ll be able to come tonight. This woman is messing with my head. Both of them!
“This isn’t working, Tessa. Leave,” I say not looking at her.
“I’m sorry, Stone. I can do other things if you want.” She attempts to straddle me again, but I place her at arm’s length.
“Go.”
She nods and then slowly walks over to the door; I guess she is hoping that I’ll change my mind.
“It’s that brunette, isn’t it? The one from earlier tonight,” she coaxes, opening the door. It’s not in malicious or jealous tone just a curious one. I make eye contact and stare at her. There is no way I’m confiding in a club whore with my problems.
I think she gets the picture when I stare at her with a stern look on my face. She nods then leaves, closing the door behind her.
Once the door clicks shut, I fall back onto the bed with my arms above my head and wonder if Raegan has ruined me for all other women?
“We’re in big trouble, aren’t we?”
Getting up from the bed, I lock my door and head to the shower. I need to wipe off any trace of Tessa from my body and come up with a game plan on how to approach this Raegan situation without it dividing my club or having the VP go postal. If there is one thing for sure, it’s that I’m not going to be able to leave her alone.
Shaking my head from everything that went on last night, I climb off my bike and walk in to the clubhouse. I sit at the empty bar and wait for the prospects to bring me some coffee and breakfast. After my stalking encounter with Raegan just moments ago on her run, I can still feel the tingle from her kiss on my cheek. After things went south last night with Tessa, my dick is back to solid granite from seeing her this morning. As I’m finishing up, I see Havoc coming down the hall towards the bar. He appears like he had a rough night with Candy. How is it possible to have endless pussy on tap and still not get satisfied? I grab two hot coffees and approach him.
“Let’s go have a chat in my office,” I say not giving him a chance to argue.
We walk in and he closes the door behind him then sinks down in the chair across from me.
“Where is your head at right now, brother?” I ask. We need all of our brothers thinking straight now that we are at war. One mistake could cost a brother his life or the life of who rides next to him.
