Since I am in lockdown, thanks to those crazy women, Skyla and her crew have come to the club to keep me company. It is nice to see them, and to catch up.
I needed it, being around so much testosterone, and the bitches who think they are better than me because they service the single brothers.
It has been a week since Thorin took me to his room, after kissing me in front of the whole club, fucked me, and we did the scene with our blood.
The whole thing was intense, erotic, soul binding, and hot.
It was everything I thought it would be.
We have had sex a lot since that night; it is like he can’t keep his hands off me. To say that my pussy is sore is an understatement, but hell if I will tell him to stop.
I have waited for over four years for this man, and there is no way I am going to tell him no, when he wants to fuck. Or just like last night, where he took me softly, slowly.
Something I never thought Thorin could do.
“So, bitch, give us the details on fucking a vampire.” Clark’s voice pulls me back to the moment.
Thorin and some of the guys are on a run for the club. Something about delivering blood and visiting a black-market auction for a client, which I know is something that the club does often.
They are one-percenters, after all.
I smirk over at Clark, who is sitting between Rocky and Eva.
“I do not kiss and tell.” I wink.
“Fuck off. You have a big mouth, babe,” he replies.
“I bet Thorin knows how big her mouth is,” Eva pipes up, then giggles.
“Lightweight,” I call to her.
Since Tate dropped her off, she has had one shot of tequila and two glasses of red wine. Waving me off, she sips from her glass.
“Tate likes having sex when I am drunk; he says I am wild.” Another hiccup slips from her, making me smile.
Eva is the quiet one of their little group, but since starting her relationship with Tate, she has grown a backbone and come out of her shell more. It is so freaking good to see.
It took Eva a while to agree to date Tate, since he dated Skyla for a short time, but they decided they were better as friends.
“Wild sex is good sex. Damn, I need to get laid,” Rocky whines.
“You took those two girls home the night before last. I saw them leave your place early the next morning.” Skyla throws a chip at her friend.
Rocky catches it and pops it into his mouth, grinning.
“Damn, they knew what they were doing.” He winks.
“How much did they charge?” Eva asks.
We all belt out laughter at her question, seeing the shocked look on Rocky’s face. I hold my stomach from laughing so hard. The feeling makes my heart happy.
Being here with friends, laughing and talking, makes things seem not so bad.
“You little shit,” Rocky calls to her, laughing. “I do not pay for sex; chicks come to me on hands and knees, begging for my cock.”
“Sure they do,” I mutter behind my glass.
He flips me off, making me giggle.
