Monster did just that. Everything else had been handled prior. Once Monster got him buzzed into the private area, Darcy greeted them. He dropped a kiss on her cheek.
“How you doing, Darc?”
“Pretty good, but I could be better.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
He knew exactly what that meant. Since she’d been back, she only offered her pussy to select brothers, and never clients, but he’d stayed out of her bed. Monster liked her, and he’d loved to fuck her, but that was before her attack. He wasn’t a gentle lover, and with the state she’d been in after, he couldn’t see himself indulging his darker side with her ever again.
Although Monster couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips as Darcy looped her arm through Wesson’s and tugged him forward.
“Who are you, handsome?” She asked Wasson as she led him to the brothel’s lounge area to choose his companion for the night.
It was good to see her back to her old self and really enjoying life again. After the attack last year, Darcy went to a care facility, then did months of therapy that the club happily footed the bill for. When she returned, she took over as madam and seemed happier than ever. That was why he wouldn’t touch her. He wouldn’t dream of jeopardizing her mental health.
Monster scanned the area as he returned to the bar, and he wasn’t shocked to notice Kansas holding mistletoe high above his head, coaxing consensual kisses from the ladies entering the bar.
The man was obsessed with finding his mate, so he usually brought out the mistletoe before the stuffing was gone on Thanksgiving.
Whistling at Zach, the prospect immediately turned and poured Monster a Captain and Coke, with a lime garnish.
“What’s this?”
“Um, it’s a lime,” Zach answered shakily.
“No shit, Tampax. I mean this as a whole.” Monster indicated the whole drink.
“It’s your usual.” Zach looked puzzled, but added, “Sir.”
“Exactly, but I didn’t ask for my usual. How do you know I didn’t want to switch it up?”
“Uh,” Zach stuttered until Creedence put the kid out of his misery.
“He’s just fucking with you. It means you’re growing on him. Go in the back and do the inventory. I’ll handle things out here for a while.”
Once Zach was out of earshot, Creedence turned to Monster. “Do you really want something else?”
“Fuck no.”
Monster tossed the lime across the bar toward the trash can he knew sat just out of sight behind Creedence. Lightning-fast, Creedence’s left hand shot out and caught the small green wedge impaled on a clear skewer.
“Nice,” Lower Monster added, “for a human.” It wasn’t the first time Creedence had heard that. His brother had good instincts, which is how he’d earned his rocker.
Kansas plopped back down onto the stool he’d occupied earlier, looking a little worse for wear.
“What? Conning beautiful women into kissing you is that exhausting?” Monster razzed him.
“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’ve got a hookup later.” He grinned.
“So, your search is over?” Creedence asked with a level of enthusiasm that annoyed the piss out of Monster.
“We’re not a squad of high school cheerleaders crushing on the damn quarterback for fuck’s sake. Unless MC now stands for menstruating cunts, we need to start acting like men. Fuck.” Why was Ulf jittery, and why did his skin suddenly feel too small for his damn body?
Monster downed his drink and motioned for Creedence to refill it.
Kansas cut his eyes his way. “I don’t think wanting love makes me less manly than your miserable ass. Maybe if you were more open to the possibility of finding the one for you, you’d be less of a cranky bastard.”
Kansas shook his head in that disapproving dad way before continuing in a disappointed and defeated tone.
“Just because you don’t want it, doesn’t mean you need to piss all over it for everyone else.”
