“Do what?” Stud asked, turning to his vice-president. His eyes going in the direction that Bear was obviously watching.
The five women must have gone onto the dance floor after finishing the empty tequila bottle still sitting at their table. He hadn’t noticed with his attention on the blond that had been attached to his hip for the last hour. She had been trying to lure him into one of the back rooms for a blowjob the entire time, however his dick had shown no interest in doing that.
The best part about being the president of the Blue Horsemen was the pussy. Contrarily, the worst part of the job was the pussy. Women were constantly trying to get his attention, wanting to become his old lady or simply be able to brag about having fucked him. He had learned early just how manipulative the bitches in the club could be. All except for one, Sex Piston; she didn’t bother trying to manipulate anyone, she merely steamrolled over them.
He had seen her on and off for the last several years when the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen had partied together.
Sex Piston’s father, Skulls, and he had met seven years ago during a run in with another club. They had sided together to get rid of the encroaching biker gang that was stealing and doing drug runs, blaming it on their clubs. When they had banded together, the rival biker gang had left town with fewer members than when they had arrived.
Sex Piston had been nineteen and feisty as hell. Now, at twenty-six, she more than deserved her name. Her five-foot-six, curvy body was encased in tight, black leather pants with a leather vest that laced up the front with her breasts threatening to overflow the corseted top. All the brothers were constantly staring, trying to see the pink of her nipples, yet they only managed to get threats for those high-heeled biker boots to be shoved up their asses.
“I’m going to have that bitch in my bed tonight,” Bear bragged.
“Which one?” Stud asked, picking up his beer, deliberately keeping his body loose.
Bear looked at him as if he was insane. “T.A.. I’m man enough to admit I couldn’t handle the other four.”
“Not even Fat Louise?” Stud smiled at Bear’s horror-stricken expression.
“Nope, she’s more interested in food than dick,” Bear said, hiking his jeans up before moving towards the dance floor.
Stud laughed. “I’ve got to watch this.”
Bear threw him a confident look as he attempted to sidle up next to T.A., but a remark from Crazy Bitch had him turning on the heel of his boot, returning to his side.
“Fucking bitch. You have to get them under control, Stud. They’re making a fool out of us.” Bear angrily picked up his beer.
“It’s only been a couple of weeks. They’ll adjust,” Stud said.
“Those bitches aren’t planning on adjusting, they’re planning on neutering us and doing a good job of it,” Bear snapped back, his face red.
“Give it time.” Stud ignored Bear’s angry remarks, knowing that his anger, and that of his brothers, came from being unable to get in the women’s pants. Most of his men had already had their eyes on their particular favorites, but not a one of them stood a chance in hell.
“What’s that asshole doing?” Bear said as Pike took his chance with the women. His seductive expression turned angry when Killyama danced close, using her body to bump him away from Fat Louise. Aggravated when he almost tripped over another brother and his old lady, he retreated to his own table who all jeered at him as he returned unsuccessfully.
“The only way those bitches are going to take any of us on is if Sex Piston lets them. One of us would have to take that ware bitch on and I don’t know a man here who’s going to let that bitch put a hand on his balls,” Bear said glumly as he took a swig of his beer.
Stud listened to his vice president as he watched the bitches leave the dance floor as T.A. went to the bar for another bottle of Tequila.
A smile came to his lips as a thought occurred to him; a way he could take care of one of the club’s biggest problem in one night. Bear was wrong; there was one man in the club more than willing to let Sex Piston near his balls.
*
Sex Piston rolled over. Her freaking head was ready to explode. Carefully rising up on her elbow, she put her hand to her head, pushing back the tangled mess so that she could see in the dim room. She groaned, recognizing one of the bedrooms in the clubhouse. The cool air hitting her naked breasts had her looking down at her bareness at the same time she realized that she was just as naked under the sheet around her lower body.
A movement at her side had her head turning and staring down at the man lying beside her naked. His sleeping face was easily recognizable as Sex Piston gasped in shock, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Carefully, she slid to the edge of the bed before getting to her feet as silently as possible. She wrapped the sheet around her and took a cautious step forward trying to find her clothes.