I take a breath, turn and look out over my club and men. We are a fucking rag tag bunch. Crusher, Irish, Gunner, Bull, Freak, Dancer and Me made up the seven original members of Savage Brothers. We are all brothers, having grown up on the streets and sifting through the system. We learned to depend on no one but ourselves and now our brothers. We had brought in Twist and Striker. A move I was beginning to think might bite us in the ass. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about either of them.
We had been low on members when Dancer got sent to the big house. He shot and killed a man who had been trying to rape some chick in an alley. Unfortunately for Dancer, it had been in a county we didn’t own and the son of a bitch turned out to be the sheriff’s brother. Prosecution made it look like the girl had been a whore, maybe she was—I didn’t know. I heard she was living a couple of counties over working at a department store. I did know my brother got a raw ass deal. He was currently serving out a fifteen year sentence. We had a club lawyer working on an appeal, since the man had been holding a knife on the girl and came after Dancer with it, I was hoping it worked. Dancer fucking couldn’t stand being locked behind bars. I worried about him and at my last visit something had been off. I’m afraid he is close to losing his shit.
We had four prospects right now and so far I wasn’t particularly impressed. I fill my glass again, last time though. I need a clear head to figure out what the fuck is going on with me. How do you become obsessed with a woman you just met? Someone that was completely unlike anyone you had ever wanted before? Maybe all I need is to get laid and work out the tension.
There were two Twinkies dancing on the poles in the middle of the room. The twins, I don’t know their names, we just called them the twins. They answered. They weren’t in fact twins, though they both had fake tits, black, black hair and milky white skin. Good looking women but the best damn thing about them was they liked to tag team a man or men as the case was now. I watch them twist and turn and rub against each other as Frog, Hawk and Gunner start playing with them.
My dick doesn’t even twitch. In fact it seems to deflate from the semi hard on I had left over from the Rich Bitch. Yeah, that was a better name for her. It reminds me of why I shouldn’t have a damn thing to do with her.
My attention turns to Lips--a mocha skinned, hot little minx with an ass that was fucking fantastic. I knew exactly how that ass felt wrapped around my dick too and bonus, Lips, was a screamer. She sees me staring at her and I enjoy watching the way her breasts bounce under that white t-shirt she’s wearing. She had on a black thong. I admit, she is one well put together woman. She wasn’t like the other club whores either. She liked sex, lots of sex and made no apologies for it. I respected it in a way. Part of me always wondered about making her an old lady. Not because of any great connection, but sometimes I thought about settling down with a chick that was all mine. I shared from time to time; it was fucking hot to watch a woman pushed to her limits with two men. I fucking loved it. Still, that shit wasn’t me in the long term. If a condom ever fucking let me down, I wanted to know whatever was planted in the woman was mine. Lately I had been thinking more and more of that. I think if I did take an old lady I’d have to make sure she couldn’t fucking have kids. I sure as hell didn’t know what on Earth to do with them anyway.
“Hey baby. You look like you could use some loving tonight.” Lips purrs, and slides up on my lap.
She grinds that round ass against my cock and he perks up with interest. She bends down and kisses along the side of my neck. It feels good, really damn good. Just one problem, as hot as she was…she wasn’t what was on my mind right now.
“Maybe later, got some shit to do right now.” I said, kissing her shoulder to let her down gently.
“I’ll hold you to that Dragon.” She says regretfully, heading back to where the other boys were playing cards.
Tonight was a quiet night. Club party nights were usually on Mondays and Tuesdays. We stayed busy with the clubs and other businesses the rest of the time. Tonight was Sunday and the clubs are closed. It is the middle of the day. There will probably be a small party here tonight, but I don’t want to stay. Ever since the kiss with that little hot number, I was antsy. I feel like I am crawling out of my skin. Would it be stalking if I went back down to her house? I mean, technically the club owns the house. Wasn’t it my duty to see she she settles in okay?
I should have had a prospect clean the damn place up. I had forgotten Irish had rented it out to be honest. Maybe I’ll take a few prospects with me tomorrow and get them to cut the grass and shit. Might help thaw out her ass. Why the fuck I want her thawed out I don’t know, but I do just the same.
Chapter 3
Dragon