Jerry saw the brunette doing an impromptu strip show as the other men hooted and hollered, her eyes gazing in the guys’ direction. “I’m in,” Throttle said. “Come on, Rock. Let’s get a closer view. I’ll get my bed warmer and the five of us can have a fuckin’ good time.” The two men left Jerry at the bar.
After a few hours of heavy drinking, Jerry had more than a buzz going on—he was damn drunk. Long fingernails scratched his back, then landed on the nape of his neck, squeezing softly. “Want some company?” a sultry voice asked.
Turning his head slightly, he saw a blonde, blue-eyed woman pressing against him. She scooted over to his side, and he saw that she was stacked just the way he liked. He smiled. “Aren’t you pretty,” he slurred as she giggled and ran her fingers through his hair.
He leaned toward her and the stench of too much cheap perfume assaulted his nostrils. “You’re not wearing lavender. Why’d you change your perfume?” He swayed and lost his balance, his face landing right between her breasts.
Holding his head on her chest, she said, “You want to buy me some lavender perfume? I’ll wear it for you. You’re real handsome and sexy. And I like this.” She placed her hand on his crotch and pressed down hard. “Feel good?”
“Yeah, Kylie, it feels fucking good.”
“I’m Haley. You got a room we can go to?”
Jerry pulled back and looked at her through bleary eyes.Kylie looks harder and older. Maybe she studied too much.
“Come on, handsome,” Haley said as she hooked her arm around his waist. He stumbled to his feet then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and yanked her to his basement room. As he lurched down the stairs, he kept catching the whiff of her musky perfume. Confusion set in as he wondered why Kylie was wearing perfume that stunk and not her delicate one.
Struggling with the lock, the blonde took the key from Jerry and opened the door. In his room, he flopped on the bed and watched as she stripped off her spandex dress, leaving only her red lace thong. The room spun and he closed his eyes, his body moving a bit as the mattress sagged. Then he felt thin lips on his, and he tried to figure out why Kylie’s lips had changed. When her urgent tongue plunged in his mouth, her hand unzipping his jeans, his eyes flew open and he saw the woman up close. Shoving her away, he bolted up. “You’re not Kylie. What the hell?”
Kissing his jawline, she said, “I told you, my name is Haley, but I can be Kylie if you want me to.” She nuzzled his neck and her perfume surrounded her. It was like she’d bathed in it.
Gently, he pushed her away. “Sorry, sweetheart, I made a mistake.” He stood up and the room spun around him. He flopped back down. “Go on, go back to the party. You’re an attractive woman—you’ll find another brother in no time.”
She walked her fingers down his chest. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
“Not gonna happen. I’m fucking trashed, and I only want a lavender-scented angel in my bed.”
He closed his eyes and heard her frustrated sighs as she put her clothes back on. “I thought bikers loved to fuck,” she snapped.
He opened his eyes. “We do, but when a man’s got a woman on his mind, no one else will do. Have a good time.”
She slammed the door, the noise splintering his head. Jerry listened to the beat of the bass and he thought of Kylie. He missed her too much. He had to taste her one last time before he broke it off. He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.Oh, fuck!He picked up the phone and dialed her number.
“Hi, Jerry.” Her sweet voice was the balm his throbbing cock needed.
“Hey, babe. Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing much. I studied most of the day, so I’m wiped out. What are you doing?”
“Listening to you. I’m pretty sure I can hear your heart beating.”Fuck, that’s corny shit. I’m too wasted.
“That’s romantic. What were you doing before you called? I’m going to guess belting down shots.”
“How’d you know?” He leaned back against the headboard.
“Your boozy voice gave you away. Are you at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah.”
“Is there a party going on?”
“Yeah. Some members from the Wyoming chapter are here. It’s crazy.”
A long pause. He could hear her breathing, and then, in a small voice, she asked, “Are you being crazy?”
“Like?”
“Partying with the club women and party girls. I hope…” Her voice trailed off, and he imagined she was sitting cross-legged on her single bed, the lamp light on her nightstand encasing her in a lovely golden glow.
