Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(102)
Ignoring the grim reminder, I looked at Suzy and ordered a tall one, then took my seat next to Rabid. Fucker was the only brother in this place except Blackjack who'd get away with talking about my sins without a fist to the face.
“Those days are behind me, and you know it. I'm staying clean for the club. This f*cking shit with the cartel's getting serious. We slack off drunk too many nights with our hands on our dicks, we'll all wake up one day burned to a crisp, or else having our heads chopped off.”
Rabid laughed, making a goofy ass line across his neck with one finger. Just my luck that I related to this club's lame f*cking joker best, while all the more serious brothers were so dark and mercenary they made me want to rip their heads off and do the world a favor.
“It's almost like you care,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he sipped his drink. “What's going on, Brass? You trying to undo the shit with your own family looking after these chicks?”
My hand balled in a fist. Okay, I definitely would've laid his ass out if he were anyone but Rabid. I settled for twisting the seat and stabbing my finger into his chest, holding it there while I told him exactly what the f*ck was going on.
“I don't owe anybody shit for what happened. The guys I thought were my brothers turned on me. Killed my Ma and almost murdered Shelly too...I blame that shit on the smack. I was too f*cked up to know any better 'til it was almost too late.” It felt like smoke was hissing through my teeth. “I'll never make that mistake again. Long as I stay clean, I stay clear headed. I'm not trying to undo f*ck ups and oversights that happened in Montana. I'm trying my damnedest to make sure they don't go down here, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop sticking your dick where it doesn't belong. Save that shit for the redhead you've been railing all week.”
Until the last part, he'd been flexed, ready to give me a rough shove if I didn't lay off his ass. Then, he just smiled. Probably thinking about the fire crotch burning up his cock. Typical Rabid.
“Whatever, dude. Blackjack's right. I hope you're not so stuck on bad memories you can't loosen up and have some fun tomorrow. I know I'm gonna do it with Red. All f*cking night.”
I snorted, pausing to drain half my beer. “Red, huh? Is that really her name?”
“I call 'em like I see 'em. This baby girl was so new I got to her first and gave her something simple. Classy. Sounds a lot better than Vacuum Lips or Twinkie or some shit, right?”
Fuck if that didn't make me smile for a second. I wasn't even offended he'd insulted my old whore. Of course, it also made me think about Missy's lips wrapped around my cock, pretty and perfect, lined up with my lust where they were always mean to be.
Twinkie didn't have shit on her tits, her eyes, her awesome ass.
And Red didn't have a single shade of pink on my girl either. On the other hand, Rabid didn't have his slut turning his balls ocean blue every goddamned day with her prancing around him, lashing him with a tongue he wanted to hold down and bite, never putting out.
No, that was all down to my shit luck. My stupidity. Didn't doubt that I was the only biker in the world who'd been dumb enough to take an old lady he hadn't even f*cked.
“Brass? I'm all done.”
I heard her voice just as I was draining my beer. Rabid spun with me, tilting his head, wearing amusement on his face as he gawked like a fool.
“Then let's go home. My business here is done today.” I threw my leather coat on over my cut and walked her out.
“Don't forget the party, brother!” Rabid yelled after me. “Gonna take a whole lotta cleaning to sweep that dirty night under the rug.”
If I'd have turned around, I was a hundred percent sure I would've seen his shitty grin again. It was easy to be all smiles when all you had to do between getting your dick sucked and f*cked was watching out for a cartel hit.
She didn't say much the second evening either. We got to the apartment just as the young redhead with glasses was finishing up with Jackie at the computer. She'd put my money to good use hiring this chick named Christa to tutor the kid.
I eyeballed the woman. This hipster girl was who she'd picked? Teachers were supposed to be older and wiser, but f*ck if I was gonna make a fuss over it.
Missy walked her into the kitchen and they settled on their fees before the chick with the sexy librarian look left. I f*cking hated myself for thinking anything at all. She was really Rabid's type more than mine, but my balls were so blue by now it was no f*cking joke.
Sure, I snuck peeks at other chicks, especially when the club sluts batted their eyes at me in the clubhouse halls. But ever since Missy landed in my lap, an ice sculpture with a hot chick's body, I was losing my mind. Losing my manhood too.
I could look, but there was no f*cking way my cock would be satisfied with anything less than her.
Rabid's Red and the equally fire haired teacher got my heart going, but they were tepid hags compared to the brunette slaving away under my watch. Night time was the worst. Thinking about how the hell I was gonna pass out on the sofa without marching to her room and shoving my dick between Missy's legs already hurt.
When she finally came outta the kitchen, carrying chips and salad for herself, I sank down in the chair next to her. Little sis gave us some badly needed privacy by rushing off to her room. Hoped like f*ck the homework or reading or whatever the hell the teach handed out would keep her occupied for a little while.