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“It’s not that, Tia. I don’t know if I can go back there.”
“Why?”
“Because of whom I walked away from.”
Chapter Three
Montana
The club was hopping. Music boomed loudly. I felt the thump, thump, thump of the speakers under my feet as brothers jammed, drank and fucked their way through the pretty ladies. Tonight, was a celebration of sorts. Bored out of my mind, I needed to relax. After days of aggravation, I finally kicked that bitch Candice to the fucking curb. Drama now gone. I was scouting the room for my future ex-fuck toy.
I had the pick of the litter tonight. Tall, short, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette, it didn’t matter. As long as the pussy was tight and she sucked like a Hoover, I was a happy camper. Tits didn’t matter to me, small or more than a mouth full, all I wanted was an easy lay. A bitch who didn’t play around and knew her place.
Once I found that, then I was good until I got bored and moved on.
Rinse and repeat.
I wasn’t looking to settle down and I sure as hell didn’t want to be shackled to some fucking piece, I wasn’t serious about. That’s all these women were. A piece of pussy. Easy lays. Nice to look at, easy to fuck, but nothing to take home. Like most of the brothers, I kept my pussy here, where it was convenient and at the ready.
“Decent crop tonight,” Barney said, taking a seat next to me. As the owner of the city’s only exclusive Gentleman’s club, Barney catered to my club for one reason only. Protection. He allowed us to have the pick of the litter for assurance that his club would stay off everyone’s radar.
I shrugged, as if nothing really captured my attention. “No blondes tonight?”
“Naw. Had one a week ago, but she got accepted into Baylor’s master’s program. Shame too, she was sweet and drew a good crowd.”
Unlike most biker clubs, the Soulless Sinners didn’t sink our dicks into skanks, cut-sluts, biker bunnies or whores. Fuck that shit. We had enough self-respect for ourselves and the club not to dip our wicks into a community gene pool. Nope, we had a more refined appetite. One catered to brains and a woman who could string a complete sentence together. Also, we didn’t want or need any fucking drama. That was a big fucking hell no. Pussy was pussy, and they knew the score. That’s why I farmed our girls from Barney’s.
All of Barney’s girls were college students. None of those stupid, brainless bitches that walked the Boulevard near the ports. Nope. These girls were going somewhere. Just not with us. They knew the drill before they even volunteered to come to one of our parties. It was a simple arrangement. Befriend and become a brother’s plaything for however long he chose and in return, the brother would make a sizable donation to whatever college fund they desired. We got the pussy, and they got the education. It was a win-win scenario. No hard feelings and when the arrangement was over, we both went our separate ways.
Sometimes, there was the occasional dust-up when a bitch got clingy or a brother’s condom ripped. Nothing the morning-after pill couldn’t take care of. Those that got clingy, well those cunts got the boot and were told never to come back.
“Is it me, or do these girls keep getting younger and younger?”
Barney laughed. “Montana, it ain’t them. It’s us. Fuck man, I turned fifty last week. When I see these girls, all I see are babies. Only these babies are barely legal and in college. Some of these girls only dance for me because they know about your parties and want a brother to claim them for a few weeks to get the money for school. Fuck man, your college fund is why I have a waiting list for employment.”
“Are you telling me the only reason these girls are here is for the money?”
“Well, yeah!”
“Fuck me. I’m a sugar daddy.”
Barney threw his head back and roared with laughter. Shaking my head, I picked up my beer and took a swig as I watched the brothers have fun. Fuck, I felt old. At forty-four years old, age never bothered me. I knew I wasn’t as young as I once was, but I was still in the prime of my life. I could throw down with any of the brothers and I last I checked my dick still worked. Didn’t have the need for anything more. Got my brothers and the bitches were plentiful.
Life was good.
Now if I could just find a hot pussy to sink into tonight.
“While I have your attention, I need to tell you something you will not like,” Barney said seriously, which had me narrowing my eyes at him. “Word around town is that one of your former girls is returning. Got a fellowship at First Presbyterian Hospital in downtown Manhattan.”
“Don’t recycle pussy Barney. You know that.”
“It’s Tessa.”
The grip on my beer bottle tightened until it shattered all over the table. Barney flinched, and rightly so. Fucker knew not to mention her name in my presence. I didn’t want to talk about her. Anyone but her. The one woman I let in, and she fucking left me. Fuck that cunt. I have been with a lot of girls in my life, but none ever came close to Tessa. My beautiful, smart pain in the ass, Tessa. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was different.
My possibility.
My one chance at redemption.
