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She may have grown up far away, but there was biker brat inside her for sure.
“I’m not quite sure where the sass came from,” Sugar laughed.
I rolled my shoulders. “I’m gonna say… like mother, like daughter.”
Her eyes turned to me, sparkling playfully and making my cock twitch within my jeans. Thank fuck for the table between us, or I had no doubt that she would have seen the bulge slowly begin to grow and press against my fly.
“I’m not really sure we know each other well enough for you to make that kind of assumption just yet,” she threw back, but her face lit up and a cheeky grin pulled at her plump lips.
She was flirting with me.
I felt like a damn teenager with the way I was pining for her attention, my heart racing every time I got her face to light up.
Leaning back, I folded my arms across my chest and smirked. “I’m sure that will change soon.”
Her face flushed and I began to grin, knowing I could affect her with something so little as a few words and a smile was a boost to my ego. At that point, I didn’t even care whether she was off limits. I wasn’t doing anything, I was keeping my hands to myself—my words, however, those were a whole other ball game. And I was stepping up to bat.
“Mom, can you push me on the swings?” Harlyn called as she jumped from the top of the playground. My heart lurched, and I pushed to my feet, even though I knew I wouldn’t make it in time to catch her. She landed and stumbled a little, but straightened herself and looked over at us with a wide smile. All while I felt like I was going to fucking vomit.
Sugar just chuckled as she stood up and followed Harlyn over to the swing set, looking over her shoulder at me with a smug grin. “She’s a bit of a daredevil, you’ll learn that pretty quick.”
Fuck me.
My heart continued to race as I watched her walk away
What was it about this woman that made me feel like a love sick teenager?
She was gorgeous, fucking stunning, but it wasn’t like the club girls that hung around weren’t as equally appealing to look at. They were sexy, and for the most part up for anything I wanted, which was always a high point when it came to my sexual fantasies. But Sugar, on the other hand, threw off this vibe that screamed‘not just a piece of ass.’
And for some reason, I fucking loved that.
I was pretty sure that every brother in the club enjoyed having endless pussy at our doors, just waiting to be invited inside. That didn’t mean, though, that we all didn’t get to a point where that shit just wasn’t fulfilling enough any longer. The older we got, the more it seemed like having a woman by your side was more desirable than one that just warmed your bed.
I hadn’t thought much about it until recently with Kit claiming one of our club girls as his own, and Optimus losing his damn mind over his on and off relationship with Chelsea.
I questioned what it was that made them so crazy, so fucking obsessed with these girls. I mean, I cared for them both, they were sweet, strong and followed the rules of the club to a tee, without coming off as a bitch that could just be walked all over.
It was something I guess I’d never thought was possible for a long time—having a woman who could fit into this lifestyle without being a power hungry wench. My brothers had somehow found the best of both worlds, and the more it came to light, the more I wondered whether that was something I wanted too.
Did I want to have kids?Yeah, one day I wanted to have my own brats who would grow up within this life, and possibly join the club and continue a legacy that’d I’d started. But I didn’t just want any bitch off the street to mother them. I wanted them to have a mom like I did—strong, warm, beautiful and loyal.
I licked my lips as I stood, the picnic table creaking under the weight of my body. I wasn’t a small guy, the complete opposite actually. I hadn’t always been that way, though.
Everybody knew computers were my thing, they’d got me into trouble more times than I liked to count. Growing up, I’d been that scrawny, nerdy kid at school that everyone liked to pick on and torment. I was beaten up in hallways, crushed into lockers, and made the butt of jokes by almost every kid in school. It caused me to be a loner, because if they weren’t teasing me about my thick glasses and lanky form, they were avoiding me altogether, fearful that if they tried to befriend me that they’d be next on the hit list.
It was funny because I never blamed them for not trying to stick up for me. I didn’t want them to feel the way I felt or go through the hell I endured, and in the end, I knew that I’d have my revenge on those kids who did hurt me.
Never underestimate the nerdy kid. I may have not been able to fight back physically, but when jocks started getting suspended from school for looking at porn on the library computers and half my senior class was held back from graduating because their grades were shit, I walked away with a huge grin on my face and my middle finger in the fucking air.
My sister was the only one who knew what I’d done. She’d been my guardian since I was fourteen, and after years of watching me come home with black eyes and bruises—after she found out, all she did was high five me and laugh.
Danica was seven years older than I was. We had no dad around, and our mom was the most amazing woman—bright, beautiful, loving. Even as a single parent, she made sure we had everything we needed by working two jobs, and fought for us to be the best people we could be every day of her life. Unfortunately, she lost her fight with breast cancer far too early. There was never a day that went by where I didn’t question whether she was proud of the man I’d become.
I was a criminal, I’d done time, I’d hurt people, and I had blood stains on my hands that were a permanent reminder of my loyalty to the Brothers by Blood MC. Would she have looked the other way? Turned her back and been upset with the person I was? Or would she understand and see the love and commitment I showed for these people, a reflection of the way she’d brought me up.
Dani gave up everything, a high-paying business job in New York City to come home and look after me so I could finish school. I owed her my life, my education, and my sanity for not allowing the court to put me into the system.
I saw a lot of her in Sugar.
