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My club brothers step forward, smacking my sweaty back and congratulating me on winning once again. Someone shoves a beer in my hand, the lip hanging loosely from my hand as I swagger over to Lug and crouch down next to him.
“Hey, brother, wake up and have a drink.” I smack his cheek a few times, tipping the beer towards his mouth as he lets out a pained groan and swallows until the bottle is empty.
“Shit,” he grunts and shakes his head as I hold my hand out for him to help him up.
He grasps my palm, and I heave him to his feet while he sways for a second before clapping me on the back with a grunt.
“Good fight, Prez. I’ll be sure to mess up your pretty facenext time.” Lug laughs but grimaces in pain and limps away while our brothers hand him more beers in congratulations for lasting as long as he did in the fight.
“Baby! That was amazing. I knew you would win,” a high, whiny voice says to my right just as an arm wraps around my bicep, breasts pressing against my side.
I turn my head and look down with wide eyes as one of the club’s sweetbutts, whose name I honestly can’t remember, runs her long, pink nails down my sweaty chest.
“Oh hell,” I grumble in annoyance, hating when people think they have a right to just touch me when I never asked for it to begin with.
I try to retract my arm, but she’s latched herself onto me like a spider monkey.
“Let’s go somewhere private, baby. I can congratulate you, and I’ll do anything you want. I mean, anything.” She blinks her fake, long lashes up at me, not fucking noticing I’m trying to separate from her without causing a scene or accidentally hurting her.
Can’t she take the hint that I’m not interested. I lean my head away as she presses closer still, until I can see the clumps of makeup on her eyelashes.
“I’m sure Lug could use some love. Why don’t you go find him?” I say, gripping her wrist as she starts to drag her hand down my abs without my permission.
Why do people think they can touch anyone without asking first?
“I don’t want Lug. Didn’t you hear me, baby? I’ll do anything foryou, even let you fuck my ass,” she whines up at me, making my nose scrunch like I smell something bad.
“He doesn’t need to fuck your ass when he has mine always open for business for him. He’s not interested, somove along,” Tillie’s voice comes from behind me. Her tone is dark, and it sounds like she’s grinding her teeth.
I turn my body, and the sweetbutt moves with me, sticking to my side like gorilla glue, which annoys me to no end.
“You heard her.” I bite my lip, stifling my smug laugh at how possessive my little bitch is being.
I tilt my head, taking her in slowly to appreciate what’s right in front of me, from her long chocolate hair in waves to her red-painted toenails. Her high heels look deadly but make her smooth, golden legs seem to go on for miles. The sundress she’s wearing flutters around her upper, toned thighs. The color of her dress is red and bright, bringing out the light caramel of her skin and making my mouth water to lick every inch of exposed skin. It clenches in at her waist and molds to her perfect fucking tits. If I squint hard enough, I can make out her hard nipples through the material. Well, I could until she crosses her arms and makes my gaze jump up to her eyes to see her glaring at me with her red lips twisted into a scowl.
Well. Fuck. Am I in the doghouse?
I start to take a step towards Tillie, completely forgetting about the woman clinging to me like a leech until she’s yanking my arm back and rubbing her body against me. Is she humping me?
I snap my head down and to the side in ludicrous fashion. Does this chick have a death wish? My little bitch is going to mark her territory since the sweetbutt can’t take the hint. I can't say I’m upset or anything if Tillie wants to show everyone who belongs to her, but at the same time, I don’t want her to get hurt in any way.
“Are you seriously going to let her talk to me like that, Dalton?” Kelly? Stacy? Whatever her name is, she whinesup at me and glares back at Tillie while tightening her grip on my arm.
I glance at Tillie, seeing her lips curl in a snarl. I clear my throat because it all comes down to this. I can’t fuck up, or I’ll probably be punished with no sex for a week.
“Yes.” That’s all that comes out of my mouth, and I beam at my girl as she rolls her eyes at me before gazing back at the sweetbutt with a menacing step forward.
“If you don’t let go of my man, you're really going to regret it,” Tillie says in an almost bored tone while inspecting her nails like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Only we all know shit is about to go down when a woman starts taking out her hoop earrings. It goes so silent as everyone pauses to watch Tillie hold her arm out and drop her earrings into Dom’s waiting palm.
“Oh, shit,” Logan curses, yet wisely rocks back on his heels and doesn’t try to stop our girl.
“I’d listen if I were you. I’m not interested. I have her to fill all my needs, and she’s all I want,” I address the sweetbutt while staring at Tillie the whole time as she kicks off her heels and cracks her neck.
“Not one scratch on you, Mama,” Dom threatens and steps back out of swinging distance.
“I’m trying to decide if I should be offended if you think I can’t slap a bitch around without getting hurt,” Tillie mutters, flipping her hair over her shoulder with an annoyed huff.
