Page 3 of Entranced With the Hellhound

But for me it’s more than sex, although the two of us are like fire and gasoline. We get hotter the more we interact. The heat is palpable, and over the last few weeks it’s come to a boiling point. If he gives me one more sultry look, I’m going to rock his world and make him forget why he keeps running from me.

Yeah, Bishop Younger will be mine in due time.

CHAPTER 2

ON THE BACK BURNER

BISHOP

I look around the clubhouse and see there’s a lot of new trim in here tonight. If I really wanted to be up to no good, tonight’s the night. I flash a Cheshire cat grin when a big-breasted brunette smiles in my direction. I wink at her, but before I move from my seat at the bar, a flash of a large curly afro catches my eye. I know who it is, and I know I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help myself.

Blue is out there again with those little bitty ass shorts on. Her beautiful round globes are hanging out the bottom just right. I have never wanted to be a piece of fabric so bad in my entire life. I swear that woman is going to cause me to go into an early grave.

Blue keeps tempting me with those shapely legs, smooth dark brown skin, and tits that are the perfect size for my mouth. She stands out in a crowd easily, especially when she wears her afro out in its full glory. Her sultry brown eyes and raspy voice are what dreams are made of.

Blue Grace Anderson is my dream woman. She’s absolutely perfect, except she wants a relationship. I don’t do relationships.

I forget the hot brunette as I try my best not to stare at Blue. When Big Country sits down beside me, I welcome the distraction.

“You look like you’re tryin’ to figure out the meanin’ of life or some shit,” Country says, curiously.

“You know how it goes.” I shrug. “Lots of shit all the time.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Country nods his head.

We sit, watching the party for a while before Country decides he’s had enough silence. If there’s one thing about the big man, he can talk the ears off an elephant.

“It’s been too quiet around these parts lately. I know there’s somethin’ we can get into. There ain’t a mob boss we can help track down and take out or nothin’?” Country asks seriously.

I shake my head. Anytime someone says it’s too quiet, that’s when all the chaos starts. This big fucker probably just jinxed us.

“Now, you know we don’t say no shit like that out loud. That will guarantee that we’ll be neck deep in some bullshit within twenty-four hours. And that mob shit was just once. You know we had to help my baby girl.

“Oh, I ain’t complainin’, V.P. I loved that shit!” Country smiles widely.

“Well, I don’t wanna hear you say shit when it stops being so quiet around here,” I warn, giving him a sharp look.

“You won’t hear shit from me, V.P.,” Country responds, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah. Go enjoy the new sweet butts with your crazy ass,” I tell him, smiling back

“Say less.” Country nods, heading to the dance floor.

Country’s words remind me of the eerie feeling I’ve been having. There’s always something goin on, and when it’s too quiet, that means something is brewing. A few of our law enforcement insiders believe that the Hellhounds might be under investigation. But we haven’t found anything concrete to suggest any agency is looking into us right now.

It’s actually a surprise they aren’t investigating, because law enforcement has a hard-on for us. They always have and always will. Especially because they can never find any proof of our wrongdoings.

“Hey, V.P. You need a refresh on that drink, darlin’?” A curvy redhead snuggles up to me with a sultry grin, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Hmmm, a cute bunny. I think I can work with this.

“Yeah, darlin’. Tell Tiny to pour me the Van Winkle.” I wink at her, and she giggles.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back. The name is Cherry, by the way.” Cherry winks in return before strolling away.

I watch as her ass jiggles with every exaggerated hip sway. I smirk at the thought of pounding into her tight pussy, making that ass shake. I don’t usually go for new chicks because they don’t know the clubhouse rules.

The new girls always want to become an Old Lady before they even know enough about the lifestyle to last a month. They want the title, but they don’t know what comes with it. The bunnies and sweet butts are a good time, but when they start lookin’ for status, I have to drop them.