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“Yeah. Where we at with Miss Becca?” I shoved my cell into the pocket inside my cut. “And I have to ask, can I call you Pinky?” I flashed one of my charming grins, forcing myself to be the Lynx everyone knew and loved.
“Sure, but only when we fuck.” Becca stood and reached her hand out to me. I wasn’t sure why as I surveyed her long, purple nails.
Track snorted. “Dude, what’s going on? Did you forget you always do the honors?”
“The what?” Honestly, my head was all chaotic and disoriented. What was happening to me? My mom’s illness flashed in my head, making my stomach churn.
No, no, no. That isn’t it. You’re okay, man. Be cool.
Track considered me a long second. “Y’know, test out the prospective kitten. Sample her oral talents.”
That’s right!
I had truly lost it if I’d forgotten that. If I didn’t get a grip, the whole damn club would be questioning me. And there was zero to tell regarding Jaynee.
“Oh, yeah! Abso-fucking-lutely.” I got to my feet and took Becca’s hand. “Right this way, Pinky,” I whispered, tugging her close. It was all for show because I knew every fucking pair of eyes were on me.
In my office, there wouldn’t be an oral test. I’d bullshit my way out of it. I didn’t want Becca or any other woman touching me, much less sucking me off.
I didn’t even know who the fuck I was right now. Lynx, the Knight’s Legion MC’s treasurer, never refused a woman. But Zander Quinn? He wanted to call Jaynee and ask her to stick around because he’d like to get to know her better.
“I was hoping I’d get to taste you, pretty boy.” Becca purred, cupping my dick.
“Hey!” Track shouted. “Where you going?”
I froze.
“Wasn’t I supposed to blow you in front of the others?” Becca asked. “There’s open sex at your club, right?”
I spun around with my hands out at my sides and a sheepish grin. “You caught me. I just wanted Miss Becca to myself.”
“Right you did, asshole. Get your ass over here so we can watch.” Track seemed annoyed and suspicious. Not good, not good at all.
“You sound sexually frustrated, brother. I’ll happily pass the torch over to you.” I’d do it in a heartbeat.
“Nah. You doing it is tradition. It’s erotic as fuck watching you get off with an interviewee.” Track chuckled, elbowing Ire. “It’s like being on the set of a porn movie.”
Ire nodded. “It’s true.”
Fucking hell.
I wasn’t in the right headspace to do this. If I declined, my brothers would be up my ass about it. Not everyone in the club knew about my mom and her condition. Storm and Raul knew. They knew every member’s secrets. Sugar and Tina also knew about my mom simply because I trusted they’d never tell a soul. I didn’t want sympathy or to be treated differently from my brothers. They might lose faith in me. The first time I forgot something, like a moment ago with the honorary shit, they’d think it was a sign of the disease.
No way in hell would I give them a reason to question me or doubt my abilities as a member.
“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” I ordered Becca.
She lowered with a smile on her face. “Just to let you know, I like to deep throat.”
Christ. My stomach roiled.
I put my hands on my hips. “Stop talking and get to it.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as she undid my jeans and pulled out my limp dick. A soft cock was unprecedented for me.Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Track cleared his throat but said nothing.
Becca looked up at me, questioning in her eyes.
