“We’ll get Ringo on it. He’s a wizard with computers and shit. I’ll fill him in about it and see what he can dig up about the girl,”Blitz offered thoughtfully. “We’ll find her, Ace. It’s only a matter of time.”
Ringo was another prospect. He was a legacy, which meant he had family ties to the Club, and was proving to be helpful to the MC in more ways than one.
Nodding my head in gratitude, I begrudgingly accepted it had been the right call to confide in Blitz. He was one of the most solid, quick-thinking members in the Club. His right hook wasn’t so bad, either.
Domino strolled into the room then, Chrissy in one arm and Peaches in the other. Because he’d run his mouth to Blitz about Cat, I wasn’t going to let him know where Chrissy’s had just been. Not that the big bastard would care one fucking bit. After missing the opportunity to bust skulls and go home with the bitch of his choice, he’d nut just about anywhere hot and wet right about now.
I shot him the bird and killed my third whiskey as the giant took a seat on the couch. Both club girls wordlessly got to their knees and began fighting to unbuckle his pants.
“What the fuck is that for?” Domino asked, mock wounded over my rude hand gesture.
“He’s mad you snitched about his girl,” Blitz provided, his humor still visible along the rim of his glass.
“Christ!” I ejected, pushing to my feet out of exasperation. “Does nobody keep their mouths shut in this damn Club?”
Chrissy won the race into Domino’s pants and swallowed down his cock with gusto. My brother hissed his pleasure, as she began working him over hard. Gripping her hair for leverage, he tuggedher up and down his length, making her choke on his cock with each powerful stroke.
Wares were natural exhibitionists. Ware bikers even more so. Sex in the open was a daily occurrence at the Club House. A quick glance around the room proved this fact. Many of the men were already in a state of undress, getting blown, fucking girls on the pool table, and generally making good use of the Blood Moon’s effects on our already legendary libidos.
My adrenaline spiked then from the energy all around me, and it felt like snakes were crawling under my skin. I needed some relief. Only Cat, the one I wanted it from, wasn’t here to give it to me.
Peaches, seeing that I was lazily watching the free show, smiled big and strutted over. The woman was a walking advertisement for sex. Long, bleached extensions that were teased to the max. Bubble gum pink nails had been filed to a point. Heels that were tall enough to give her a nosebleed. And a dress so tight and short it could have doubled as a tourniquet in a pinch.
Lazily spinning a strand of hair around her finger, Peaches gave me a practiced, sexy pout. “You look lonely, Daddy. Let your girl, Peaches, make you feel good. You know exactly how sweet I can be.”
Her hand slipped between my legs and began to massage the epic bulge there. Fuck me, it felt good! The only problem was, Peaches wasn’t my girl. Sure, we’d had our fun together on more than one occasion, but we weren’t an item or anything. Never had been. Never would be. After meeting Cat tonight, that point had become painfully obvious.
So, as easy as it would be to let Peaches unbuckle my pants and suck the cum from my balls, I decided relief of a different kind would be better for me tonight.
Placing my hand over hers, I gently removed it. “Why don’t you take care of Blitz, Peaches. I’ve got Club business to attend to.”
I was going for a run to clear my head. A run in wolf form. The whiskey, unfortunately, hadn’t worked. I needed to turn to the big guns: a shift. If that couldn’t calm me down, nothing could.
“You need some company, Prez?” Blitz asked.
Rising, he drained his glass and set it down on the bar top for one of the prospects to take care of later.
“If you’re up for it.” I told my oldest friend.
As suspected, Peaches didn’t go lonely for long. Our brother, Gunner, walked into the room and she scurried to his side before one of the other girls beat her to him. Before our brother could even finish the sentence, “Ride me as hard as you can, Peaches. It’s been a long day,” she had her skirt around her waist and was riding his cock and moaning loudly
“Easy come, easy go,” Blitz teased, as we headed for the front door.
I snorted, only wishing I had come at all tonight.
CHAPTER 6
Cat
“Order up!” The line cook called, and I skated over to the counter where my basket of fries and two cokes were waiting for me.
I was currently a waitress at a drive-in movie theater in the downtown area. I kind of liked it. Plus, it was a killer workout. Those of us outside were on roller skates, a throwback to the “olden days” as my boss liked to call it, and my legs had never looked so toned.
There was a restaurant attached to the drive-in where people could eat indoors as well. Because I was a strong skater, most nights I worked the parked cars and drive-in clientele. The tips were pretty good, but I encountered my fair share of assholes each night.
Skating over to the powder blue Nissan that was the first car in my section, I dropped off the order to the teenage boy who looked far too young to drive. The freckled-face adolescent immediately set up his girlfriend’s drink and handed her thefries so that she could have the first bite. It was a really sweet gesture, and I found myself thinking how nice it must be to have someone who treated you so thoughtfully.
As I skated back to the counter, I thought about the bar Anna and I went to the other night. Like I’d been doing since we’d left, I started fantasizing abouthim. Ace. The biker with the beautiful gray eyes and the scent that still made me weak in the knees.
