“Mayyy beeee,” I replied, drawing out the word.
“Do you need anything, like something to eat or more water?” Tank was so cute when he was trying to be tender, yet he-man mucho at the same time.
“Yeah,” I replied as I wiggled again in his arms and he tightened his hold to stop my moving.
I got the huge rock-hard bulge against my butt, and was shocked by how big it was. My ex never had one that big, not that I had paid that much attention, since we didn’t get that far for me to investigate. He wore loose pants, hiding his junk, or I never got him hard enough for it to rise like Tank’s does.
It made me feel good that I could make him want me like this; it didn’t feel sleazy or dirty, like the girls that come to this club, like my sister, or Alice, my sister’s friend, who looks like she had just been with another prospect, the patch members have been turning her away, as she broke rule after rule, I am shocked they hadn’t thrown her out yet.
Without asking me what I wanted, a tray of finger food arrived, and a large glass of water with ice.
We all dug in, I grabbed the spicy chicken drumsticks and munched on them like I hadn’t eaten all day. Jokes were told as we ate, and more patch members pulled up a chair, and our small group grew to over thirty. More and more food came out. I looked over to the area where the girls were, which included Alice, and they were watching us; jealousy filled their eyes.
Alice, being the ignorant, stupid chick that she was, moved the rope that segregated us and tried to be with us. Still, before she took more than six steps, a huge nom or prospect, I learned that different countries call them different things. Still, they mean the same: a nominee or a prospect is
a guy during a probationary period before gaining a patch. Anyway, the nom picked her up, and with a snap of the Prez’s fingers and nod of his head, Alice was carried out the door.
What happened after she was taken out of the building? I will no doubt hear about it later, and somehow it will all be my fault, as they are good at pinning the blame on me every time.
“We’re gonna go, hope to catch up again soon,” Jenny says as she wiggles off the lap of the guy who had been cuddling her all night. He didn’t appear to want to let her go.
I stood up too, which annoyed Tank, but he didn’t push to keep me on his lap. I said goodbye and waved to Sticks and the girls, and I grabbed my jacket and headed out with the girls. They headed to the car, and I went to my bike and grabbed my lid.
“Where do you think you are going?” Tank asked, stopping me from putting on the helmet.
“The girls called it a night. It’s time to go home,” I stated the obvious.
“Why go because they are?” he asked, still confused by my simple statement.
“Yeah?” I replied as a question, wondering if I should leave or stay. I was enjoying myself, had no work tomorrow, and had yet to talk to the Prez.
“Stay.” He said, not coming too close and pressuring me, but simply stating it.
“I need to talk to the Prez, do you think he will have time?”
“Sure, come back in, and I will go find him.” I hadn’t asked earlier, but when he sat with us for a little while, it didn’t seem the right time, he was busy watching the crowd, for trouble, more like the girls causing trouble than the guys, as they appeared pretty chilled to me, but those skanks can get nasty the more they got drunk, louder, more agressive. I was surprised the guys put up with them, like this; surely they should have cut them off by now.
I waved goodbye to my girls and noticed no Alice in the car. I wondered briefly how she got home, and then pushed it out of my mind. She’s a big girl and can deal with it herself, not my worry.
Tank held my hand as he dragged me back into the clubhouse and headed to the back.
“Skins, boss in the office?” Tank asked as we passed the bar.
“Where else would he be?” he retorted, causing a smile to bloom on my face. He was just like me, with a sarcastic comeback.
He stopped at a double door and knocked.
A muffled voice called out, and Tank opened the door.
Tank POV
I panicked, no other word for what I felt as I watched Maxine put on her jacket, and was reaching out for her lid. It was a foreign feeling for me; I rarely panic. That was more my brother than me.
“Don’t go.” I tried again, louder this time.
Maxine turned to look at me, tilting her head as she took me in.
“I should see my friend safely home.” She argued that Max was a good woman-caring, considerate. How could her family kick this woman out of her home?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.