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“Nothing Lottie’s mouth won’t fix.” I wink, kick-starting my bike and deciding I have to stop acting like a pussy. Screwy’s right, I ain’t being myself. I did no fucking around in Texas, for Christ's sake. It’s time to start being me again. Alex made it clear where I stand. It don’t matter what went down this afternoon, nothing’s changed between me and her, she said that herself.
My brother rolls his eyes and starts up his engine, and I lead the way down to the club.
I pass the lounge on the left, where all the old ladies are supposed to hang. Prez thought it was best to have a room where the girls can feel ‘comfortable’. Which translates as ‘me slinging out my chub is offensive for them.’ So he’s given them a place where they can hang out if they don’t want to catch a show.
I wonder if he’d be so accommodating if his daughter wasn't married to Nyx.
Usually, I’ll pop my head around the door to check they haven’t brought a friend, or something fresh to the party. But not tonight, tonight I need experience. I need to know what I’m getting. Some whore level kinda shit. Lottie’s a pro. No nonsense, no fuss. She’ll take you right to the back of her throat, and she’ll make it fast.
“Squealer.” Rogue smiles, it surprises me that she’s on the other side of the bar tonight, but I see no sign of Storm or Tawk. It’s a Friday night, and we have other Charter members passing through. All the club sluts will be far too busy taking dick to serve drinks.
“Hey, darlin’.” I nod back at her, taking a seat beside Grimm at the bar.
“What ya having, sweet cheeks?” she asks in a voice that mocks the whores usually working the bar.
“What ya offering?” I wink back at her. Not getting an in on Rogue before Grimm did has always been one of my biggest regrets. She’s a whole different level of crazy, but she’s claimed now. It would have been fuckin’ beautiful though. We would have probably killed each other in the process, but everyone's gotta die someday… and that would be one hell of a way to go.
“Stop thinkin’ bout fuckin’ my bitch, Squeal,” Grimm warns me in that blank tone of his as he taps out a line of blow on the tray he got rested on the bar.
Before he gets a chance to enjoy it, Rogue slides it away from him, leans forward on the bar, and presses her perfect little tits against the surface before snorting up the precisely formed line all for herself.
Grimm looks up at her with dark hooded eyes, reaching his tattooed hand out and snatching her neck.
“That was mine,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair in the other hand and slowly rolling his tongue over her jaw.
“Best cut yourself another then.” She winks at him, and all his frustration just dissolves to nothing when he kisses her on the forehead like a love-sick pup.
“Cunt struck,” I mutter under my breath, slapping him hard on the back and shaking my head. It doesn't distract him from eating Rogue’s face, so I grab one of the beers Rogue put on the bar for me and Screw, then check my brother’s behind me as I set off to find Lottie.
She’s perched on Thorne’s lap when I find her, so I sit on the couch opposite and tip my head so she knows to come to me when she’s finished.
Screw takes a seat beside me, and immediately one of the new hangouts heads over, positioning herself on the arm of the couch and starting to attempt small talk.
Good luck with that one.
Hard as I try, I can’t help being wound by Alex. Even a week out of town hadn't stopped me thinking about her. And this afternoon's event, as good as it was, was a mistake. I figure I’m just not used to rejection, and yeah, I’m fuckin’ butt hurt about it.
She’s different. Somehow, she knows exactly how to push all my buttons, and that’s why she’s appealing. Everyone wants what they can’t have, right? All Alex is, is the greener grass on the other side of the bridge. At least, that’s what I tell myself as Lottie struts her way over to me.
Screwy hits me in the chest and nods toward the door. The girl holding his hand looks mighty pleased with herself when he stands up and lets her lead him out. I never know how he does it without speaking a word. Maybe it’s the danger vibe that he gives off that has bitches dropping their panties for him.
Lottie kneels in front of me and starts stroking her purple manicured nails up and down my thighs.
“You missed me?” she asks, licking her lips seductively. She’s attractive, like Paige, she could probably do a lot better for herself than hanging around here. But everyone has their reasons, and I ain’t one to judge ‘em on it.
“Why don’t you find out?” I balance a smoke between my lips and unbuckle my belt. Usually, my dick is always ready for business, but tonight she has to do a little work on it before she can take it into her mouth. And I don’t even give myself the opportunity to appreciate her bright white smile before I push her head all the way down my length. Resting my head against the back of the couch, I try to relax and get reacquainted with the back of Lottie’s throat.
I wonder how Alex takes a dick. Would she take the whole length?
Probably, out of pure stubbornness. Even if the thing fuckin’ choked her to death.
I bet she’d tease you right up though. Start at the base and let that self-certified little tongue of hers do some of the leg work first. My balls twitch just thinking about it, and I keep my eyes shut so I can envision filling that smart little mouth with all my inches. Making her gag, feeling her choke while I hold myself in her throat and stop her breath, just until she panicked.
“Um, Squeal.” I’m mad at the male voice that's fucking with my fantasy, and I blank it out at first.
“Squealer.” There it goes again, and when I shoot my eyes open, Nyx is staring back at me with a warning look on his face. When his eyes shoot sideways, I follow their direction and… Shit.
Standing in front of me, looking pissed as hell, is Alex. She’s out of uniform, wearing that leather jacket, her hair long and loose around her shoulders. She’s angry, really fucking angry, and I immediately pull on Lottie's hair to shift her off me. My spit-soaked cock hits my stomach with a slap, and Alex shakes her head at me like I've disappointed her before turning her back and marching back out toward the foyer.
