I look at the stage; a new girl is dancing and sucking her finger as she sways to the song.
Tinsel returns with the tray full of beers and some nachos. Well, that’s a surprise, and I’m hungry.
I grab a beer and some nachos. We look around and eat.
“This is fun,” Poison hums, taking a pull of the beer.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to come back,” Cherry hums.
“Ditto,” Candy says, grabbing a nacho.
We’re busy eating, drinking, and looking at the strippers tease the fuckers.
All of a sudden, Demon and his crew are on, standing on the side of the booth. I finish chewing the nacho, swallow and take a pull of beer.
“Hey, brothers,” Poison says, turning up her lips and bouncing to the music.
“Come on, you all need to get gone,” Diablo yells, moving his fingers in the gesture to move.
We slide out of the booth; the brothers stand around us.
“What the fuck are you doing here,” Demon growls, grabbing my arm.
“I’m checking out the club,” I say, pulling my arm out of his grasp.
I run my fingers through my long locks and look at the stage. The girl is a blond with huge tits and long legs. My gut twists, and I hate this feeling of jealousy.
“I was thinking of working here,” I say, looking up at him.
“Like hell, you are,” Demon hisses.
“Why not? Maybe I’ll see you more often if I work here,” I say, raising my brow.
“Forget about it, let’s go,” Demon hisses.
Demon takes my hand, and we walk around the tables and out of the stripe club. We walk over to his bike that’s parked at theback of the building. He grabs my helmet from his saddlebag and slides it on, locking the clasp.
“Let’s go,” Demon hums, sliding onto his bike.
I grab his shoulder and slide onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I lean into his back, inhaling his scent. He turns on the bike and rides out onto the road.
My heart skips a beat; I’m so happy that, finally, I’m with him.
I don’t get it.
I know that he loves me, but it’s like it’s months before we’re together. He keeps telling me that he’s busy with the MC runs and that I need to focus on school.
Demon takes me to our favorite place to be alone. He parks and turns off the bike, sliding off. He helps me off, and we walk to the hotel in South Lake Tahoe. I wait in the lobby while he gets the room.
A few minutes later, Demon returns with the key. We walk to the room, and I look at the full moon.
“Baby, I don’t want you to ever go to the strip club, it’s full of bastards looking for pussy,” Demon says, opening the door.
“Baby, I hate that you’re always so damn busy with the MC. We hardly ever spend any time together,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Agree, but it’s the truth, it’s just MC business and you know it,” Demon says, closing the door. He walks over to the bed, takes off his Cut, and shitkickers. I walk over, taking off my clothes. I crawl onto the bed and grab the pillows. I sink into the bed, inhaling deeply. I’m tired, and it’s been a long day.
“Baby, promise me that you will listen to me. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Demon says, crawling onto the bed and pulling me into his arms.
