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“You’re just jealous you don’t have an awesome woman like me.” I grinned brightly at him before crawling onto Rocket’s lap and straddling his hips, my back to Ringo.
“Honey, I like you,” Ringo said with a chuckle, “No disrespect to men or events of the past, but if I had a woman like you, I’d probably just put a bullet in my Goddamned head and put myself out of my misery.”
“That was cold, man,” Spike muttered as he entered the room. He’d been in his share of trouble lately, but he’d come around. Mostly.
I looked over my shoulder at Ringo, raising an eyebrow. The other man raised his hands in surrender. “I said I meant no disrespect.”
“Yet you still managed to.” I’d learned through the grapevine that Ringo and Claw had been tight. Claw, Scarlet’s father, had killed himself after learning how badly he’d misjudged Hammer. Scarlet had paid the price for Claw’s inattention and it was more than the former VP could take. He had, indeed, put a bullet in his own head.
“That’ll do,” Rocket said, taking over the situation. “It’s done. Have a care next time, Ringo. We ain’t pussies, but there are some things you just don’t say. Claw hadn’t taken care of what should have been precious to him, but he was still Grim.”
“I’m just saying what every other man in this club thinks. Lemon may be VP, but she’s a fuckin’ handful.”
“That I am. And I own the shit. You’re a bastard. You need to own your shit.” I made my voice as hard as Rocket could at times. “The only reason I know the truth about Claw was because I was there the night he killed himself. I also know what he put Scarlet through. Scarlet, however, is my best friend. She has regrets about that night that I try to convince her she shouldn’t, but the fact remains Claw was her father. Until Hammer took over her life, Claw treated Scarlet decently. I have no idea if Claw truly loved Scarlet or not, but I know she loved him. So shut your fuckin’ mouth.” I didn’t list a consequence because the thought of my displeasure should be enough for any motherfucker. I could -- and would -- make his life a living fucking nightmare if necessary.
“Bitch,” Ringo muttered as he stood to leave. The second he did, Rocket shoved me off his lap -- carefully -- and stood to stalk toward the other man. Two strides later, Ringo was on the floor while Rocket pounded the fucking shit outta him.
I knew I should intervene. I knew I should. It wasn’t that he’d called me a bitch -- sticks and stones may break my bones and all -- but the fact was he couldn’t seem to keep his fucking mouth shut. Unlike Falcon, he wasn’t trying to one-up me. He was trying to justify his stupidity. He deserved what Rocket was giving him for what he’d said in reference to Claw’s suicide. He deserved more for not backing off.
Scarlet lived at the Iron Tzars compound along with Apple, my twin, but we all FaceTimed when we could. Her being in Indiana and me being in Florida made for some serious long-distance issues. I missed Scarlet and Apple more than I ever thought I could miss someone. But if Scarlet’d been here and Ringo had said something like he had and hurt her feelings? Yeah. I’d have to kill the bastard, and I didn’t much want to do that. It wasn’t that I was squeamish. I’d watched them torture Hammer, and that had been the most brutal thing I’d ever imagined. It was because the men and women of Grim Road MC were family. Ringo was that asshat older brother you wanted to pound into the ground, but who no one else better touch. Having to kill your own family was never a fun thing. No matter how much they fucking deserved it.
Rocket pounded the other man. With each hit, Ringo grunted. I think Ringo tried to either fight back or fend off Rocket a couple of times, but the president of Grim Road was merciless. Rocket didn’t give him the chance to fight back. He continued to beat Ringo until the other man quit fighting back altogether. The sound of Rocket’s fist meeting Ringo’s face was like a wet, sickening combination of a smack and a thud. When Rocket finally stepped away, Ringo was unconscious and there was blood everywhere, including splattered all over my man’s arms and T-shirt. Maybe it made me a little deranged, but the violence Rocket dished out on my behalf turned me the fuck on.
“Take that little puke somewhere he can recover. Have Bullet check on him. No pain killers, even if Bullet thinks it’s safe for him to have them. He gets to suffer for callin’ my woman a bitch.”
Mace, who’d been sitting at the bar, scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Rocket, she kind of is a bitch. It’s her gimmick. And yeah, like she said, she owns the shit.” When Rocket’s head snapped around to the other man, Mace hastily added. “I’m just sayin’ it’s part of her charm and the reason we all felt like she was the right person for the VP position.”
“It’s fine, Rocket. Mace is right, and you know it same as I do. I’ve never claimed to be anything but.” I grinned at my man. Rocket was as protective as they came, and it was sweet as fuck. Though I’d never tell him that. He’d take it as an insult. Though, saying he was sweet might get me fucked hard enough that I would never think he was sweet again…
“Not the point. You’re my woman before you’re vice president of this club. Anyone disrespects you does so at their own peril. And that’s not counting what I know you’ll do to them later.”
“Exactly!” I grinned. “Don’t worry. Ringo’ll get his.”
“He already did,” Rocket said, reaching for me. He wrapped his big arms around me and lifted. I’d have to wrap my legs around his waist, or he was going to carry me with my feet dangling in the air. So I twined my arms and legs around him while he carried me from the room. I had a feeling I was about to get laid. And I wasn’t at all broken up about it.
Chapter Two
Rocket
Did I need to beat the fuck outta Ringo? Probably not. Lemon could take care of herself in any verbal confrontation. If someone truly did hurt her feelings or physically harm her, I’d kill them. But Ringo was a dick and I needed to hand him his ass occasionally just to assert my dominance. Since Lemon was smaller and not as skilled a fighter, I stepped in. Didn’t mean she wasn’t every bit as dominant as any of the guys here, just meant she was physically weaker. Of course, she was wily and sneaky, which made up for her lack of physical strength. I had no doubt, at some point in the next few weeks, just as the bigger man had forgotten the whole confrontation, he’d find Nair in his shampoo or some kind of funky hair dye in his beard oil or whatever. A shrinking violet Lemon was not.
I hauled her ass up to our bedroom with every intention of fucking her the rest of the night. Given the way she was now sucking on my neck, I was pretty sure she knew it too.
“You better hurry if you don’t want me to start shedding clothes,” she whispered, a siren in my ear. “Watchin’ you go all postal on my behalf made me horny as fuck.”
“Woman…” I tried to get my words to come out as a threat, one that said she’d better not start shedding clothes before we were in private, but I was afraid it came out a lusty growl instead.
She rubbed herself over my cock where she’d wrapped her legs around me, practically fucking me. When I finally stumbled into our room, she whipped off her shirt and started working on mine.
I whirled her around, slamming her against the wall and fusing my mouth to hers. She welcomed me with a wicked flick of her tongue. I was absolutely her first lover, but the woman had fast become unlike any woman I’d ever had. She embraced fucking with the passion and curiosity of someone newly introduced to sex, but who took to it better than any seasoned club whore I’d ever fucked. She was abandoned in taking her pleasure and wasn’t ashamed to tell me what she needed or shy about letting me know what she wanted. She was dominant but craved being dominated. I was more than happy to accommodate her.
She had a firm grip with her legs around my waist, still grinding her pussy over my cock with every heartbeat. My hand shot to her throat, pinning her head against the wall. Lemon grinned at me with a maniacal gleam in her eyes.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get fucked around here, hm?”
“Beautiful little bitch.”
She gave me a cocky grin. “So I’ve been told. Fuck me or piss off, Rocket.” Her demand was sin and seduction. The dominant in me wanted to deny her just so she didn’t get her way. The other part of me wanted desperately to give her what she wanted just to feel that tight pussy squeeze the life out of my cock as she came.
