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Lynx clucked his tongue. “If you ain’t gonna tap that, I will.”
“Have at it. Not interested.” I took a long pull of my beer. Should have gotten a second shot of Jack instead.
“Not interested? What’s with you lately?” Track eyed me suspiciously. “I haven’t seen you with a kitten in weeks.”
More like months, but I would never admit my dick spent more time in my hand than in a pussy.
“Got shit on my mind. No time for drama.” When I turned thirty last fall, I realized my life was half over. I had been fortunate to escape death a few times. But my days were numbered. The Reaper would eventually catch up to my savage ass.
“Drama? Our girls know better, Prez. And if they don’t, I’ll give them a refresher,” Lynx said on a grunt.
Lynx was full of shit. A softy when it came to women. I flicked my eyes to Track’s and we snorted. “Nah. Leave it for now. Anyone else complains, I wanna hear about it.”
Lynx nodded, finishing off his beer.
Now leave me the hell alone about women.
The night of my thirtieth birthday, I’d stretched out in bed after getting sucked off by Carla, my go-to club kitten—and stared at the ceiling fan. Even now, I couldn’t recall which other kittens I’d been with. Nor did I care. To me, to all my club brothers, pussy was just pussy, a kitten’s or otherwise.
Knight’s kittens were club whores. Other clubs called themsweet butts. Our kittens were carefully selected and vetted before allowed into our clubhouse. I also made sure they were Grade-A, disease-free pussy for my brothers. In return for their services, the club gave them protection and support.
But shit, I just wasn’t interested in any of them these days. Not even Carla, my personal pussycat, did it for me. She was off-limits to my brothers. Call me an asshole, but I never liked to share anything. Not even club whores. As president, I didn’t have to.
Some kittens dreamed of becoming my old lady, the king’s queen, but it’d never happen. They were only there to serve, nothing more, and never in my bed.
On their knees in the bathroom? Sure.
Up against a wall?Absolutely.
Bent over and face down on a table? My favorite position.
In my bed? Fuck no. I wouldn’t allow the stench of pussy in my room. It was sacred. Only for me.
Some older members suggested getting an old lady since I didn’t like to share. No fuckin’ way. I didn’t have the patience to deal with a needy woman. The only thing I cared about was my MC. My brothers. The Knight’s Legion family. Period. End.
A commotion near the stage grabbed my attention. Clapping, whistling, and shouts of “foxy lady” had me sitting up in my chair. The last thing we needed was for a bar brawl to break out. Shit like that rarely happened, but The Bullet had seen a few over the years.
Lynx was on his feet for a few seconds before getting a thumbs up from Ire, assuring all was well. Ire was a KLMC member and the head bouncer.
I relaxed back into my chair, scoping out the joint. My mind was chaotic, as always this time of year. If I pinned Carla down on a table, it might help relieve the pressure building inside me. I’d fought this feeling of wanting more for over a decade. But when June arrived each year, it reminded me how women didn’t stick around. Reminded me of my own past sins. Strangely, it was worse this year and I didn’t know why. Maybe a quick hookup was just what I needed. I felt a little backed up, even though I jerked off my morning wood each day. My own hand was no substitute for a warm pussy.
Yeah, I’d do just that before I left town tomorrow. No question, Carla would be thrilled. She was always complaining about how she missed me. It’d been months since I let her blow me. Tonight I needed a release, and Carla would be happy to do the honors.
MADELINE
“Honey, you’ll be great.” Kim nudged me toward the stage. How in the hell did my friends convince me to sing karaoke?
“Great?” Tara snorted, rolling her eyes, more than a little tipsy. Or maybe not. Out of our teacher group, she was the wildest of the bunch, even before three screwdrivers. I could never tell if it was the drinks or just her personality. “She’ll be fan-freaking-tastic! Now get your sweet ass up there and belt it out like I know you can.”
Catcalls came left and right. When I heard “foxy lady,” my stomach roiled. “No thanks. Everyone here is drunk. It’s not like they’d appreciate my singing. Besides, I haven’t been on stage for a long time.”
“You’re not singing for them. You’re singing for us.” Kim dragged me by the hand the last few steps. “School is out for the summer. Kick it off with a song. Now go shake your pretty little behind and stop being a baby.”
I glared at her. “Baby”always struck a nerve. It was my brothers’ favorite thing to call me when we were young. I pursed my lips together, mustering all my courage.No baby here. Not by a long shot.
“Fine.”
Kim and Tara squealed, clapping as I made my way to center stage. Tara had told the DJ I’d be singing “Before He Cheats” by my girl, Carrie Underwood. I could sing her songs all night long, but this one had special meaning.Never gonna be a fool again…
