She laughed louder. “Roche, you’re so bad.”
“I hope she gets what she wants. The trouble is when she gets it, she always wants something else.”
“That’s Lille for you. Henri has been working on a bunch of big deals. He says he’s going to make a fortune. I don’t know… I don’t see him very often.”
“He got a woman?”
“He’s been going out with Suzette Terriot. You remember her from high school? She was the one who had the beautiful clothes, always flaunting her wealth in everyone’s face.”
“All I remember are the sweaters she wore ‘cause she had a big rack. As I remember, she didn’t have the prettiest face, but her rack made up for it. At least that’s what the guys thought.”
She chuckled. “Her rack is even bigger thanks to Dr. Anderson.”
They both laughed.Damn. When we’re talking like this, I really miss Isa. I should go see her and the kids.“Is Clotille still in Lafayette?”Whoa! Where the fuck didthatcome from? I haven’t asked about her since I left. Being locked up made me fuckin’ soft in the head.
“I don’t know. She sort of disappeared. The whole family did when her father died in the condo he’d bought for his mistress. Can you imagine their embarrassment? Mrs. Boucher didn’t go out of her house. Well, not until they took it from her. The family went broke because Mr. Boucher had a horrible gambling problem and threw away millions on the horses and at the craps tables.”
“Really? I didn’t know that. Fuck, that must’ve been hard for Clotille.”
“She divorced Luc, and she and her family went into hiding. They must be doing better now because I read in the society column that Mrs. Boucher just bought a house over in Ranch River. She seems to be back on the circuit.”
“Mean bitches like her never fall down. They may falter, but they get right back up on their hoofed feet.”
“Not a fan of hers?”
“Nah.”
“Hey, handsome, I need some attention.” Stacy’s hand curled around his dick and it started waking up.
“I gotta go. We’ll talk soon.” He hung up the phone and moved his hand on top of the blonde’s head, guiding her mouth to his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth and slipped his length inside, licking and sucking while she cupped his balls. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, groaning as the image of a brown-haired woman with shimmering green eyes invaded his mind. As Stacy sucked him, he imagined she was Clotille. In a matter of minutes he blew his wad, wishing for the first time in a long time that the blonde was his old love swallowing his come and licking his dick clean.
The other two women stirred, and then Bones sat up. Rock looked at his clock, which read eleven thirty. Deciding another round with the blondes was what he needed to shake the green-eyed memory from his mind, he pulled Lela up to him, covering her tit with his mouth. Bones was now fully awake and the two other women began pleasuring him.
The night was just beginning.
Chapter Two
Thirty people ina room meant for twenty made for an uncomfortable club meeting. Each time the brothers attended church, especially during the hot months, the discussion would come up about taking down walls to make the room bigger. When the members were uncomfortable they tended to argue more, shove each other around, and break out in fistfights. That afternoon was no exception.
As Rock came between Wheelie and Rags, Wheelie’s fist, aimed for Rags, slammed into the side of Rock’s face. “Fuck!” He grabbed the brother’s hand and bent it backward.
“Sonofabitch! Stop, Rock. You’re gonna fuckin’ break my wrists!”
“That’s what I wanna do, asshole.”
Soon several brothers were taking sides: some were in Wheelie’s court, others in Rags’s. All of the membership was in Rock’s since he was just trying to break up the fight. Being the Sergeant-At-Arms, it was Rock’s duty to make sure order was kept among the brothers most of the time, especially during church and at family gatherings.
A thunderous bang stopped everyone in their tracks, and they turned to the front to see where the noise had come from. A red-faced Banger stood tall, a splintered chair in his hands. A heavy hush filled the room, and Rock smiled at his president’s style.
“Each one of you fuckers sit down. This is church. You do whatever shit you wanna do before or after butneverduring.” He scowled, his piercing blue eyes flashing.
“What the fuck started the shit anyway?” Rock asked under his breath to Throttle.
“Wheelie called Rags’s vintage Harley a rusted can.”
“He saidthat? No wonder Rags wanted to bust him up. I’d kill anyone who said shit about my bike.”
