Sitting on the couch, I run my hands back and forth through my hair. My head is swimming with confusion this morning. I’ve fucked dozens of women, but I’ve never felt whatever that was last night before. I’ve taken Bull’s and Shadow’s advice and tried not to come off like a fucking Neanderthal toward Cherry. ‘Cause really, all I wanted to do last night was bend her over my bed and fuck her stupid. But I didn’t; I was gentle. She’s so feisty, but deep down that heart of hers is made of a fragile element. She’s alone and has nobody to depend on. There’s something about her that draws me in. Maybe it’s the depths of sadness that pool in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. That alone makes me want to have mercy on her.
My compassion for her makes me step over the boundaries I usually set with other women. I blame her misery on my piqued interest in her. Leaning my head on the back of the couch, I sigh loudly. I don’t need this bullshit. This is going to confuse things badly. I have an omission, an undisclosed predicament that will drive more than a dagger in Cherry’s na?ve heart when it’s revealed. Clenching my teeth, I stand. I’m an outlaw, a fucking outcast to society. I live by my own rules and thrive on my own demands; it’s what’s kept me alive so far. I need to set aside my infatuation and get focused.
Walking into my room, she’s just waking up, her freckled perky tits flashing briefly before she covers them up. Images of me sucking on those last night string behind my eyes, giving me morning wood.
“Nice rack.” I grin as her cheeks flush crimson. I love embarrassing her, saying something brazen just to watch her cheeks turn a sexy shade of pink.
“Here.” I toss the phone on the bed.
“What’s this?” She peers up at me.
“You need to call your brother. Didn’t you say you had a brother? You are obviously alone and need someone. Call him,” I suggest, my tone harsh.
She shakes her head and looks to the floor. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Things are complicated between him and —”
“Call him. Figure it out,” I interrupt.
She nods, running her thumb along the phone.
“I got church, but I’ll be back later.”
“Okay.” She smiles up at me, and my chest burns. I gotta get the fuck out of here.
Riding to the club this morning, I think about how things with Cherry have escalated and how quickly. Me caring for her, taking her in. When I’m around Cherry, I feel sane, like I got my shit together. It’s opened a side of me I thought was smashed by my father.
I ride into the parking lot and back my bike into its spot. Bobby rides in behind me and parks next to me.
“Morning, brother,” Bobby greets. I nod at him and put my bike on her stand. “You all right?”
I shrug. “Never better.”
Heading into the club, Bull walks out of his room, a tight-ass little blonde following behind him.
“Let’s do this, boys,” Bull calls the patched-in members to the chapel, and I sit on my stool, just in case they need me for something. Hawk, our oldest member, grumbles as he follows them in.
“This shit is too early.” Locks points at Bull, a cigarette between his fingers. Locks is the VP, and a prick. He’s one I’m not sure I can come to like even if it means my patch or not. He has an ol’ lady named Babs and he’s more than a fucking prick to her. Don’t get me wrong; I have a reputation of being an asshole amongst some of the club hoes myself. I’ve thrown a half-naked chick out of one of the club rooms. Turned one down to fuck another with bigger tits. Shoved a bitch’s face into a bed for talking too much while I fucked her. All of it. But I’d never disrespect a woman I owned.
“So, how are things with you and the little redhead?” Bobby asks, drinking milk right from the gallon. I swipe it from him and take a big swig, ignoring him. “You fuck her yet?” he prods.
I normally go into great detail about the girls I fuck, but for some reason I never thought about sharing how I fucked Cherry.
Bobby’s eyes widen as he wipes the milk mustache from his lips.
“Oh, damn. That good, huh?”
I level him with a look of anger.
“He got him some of the stuck-up pussy, and now he’s whipped.” Shadow laughs, sitting down beside me.
My fists clench. I’m not sure if I’m angry with them or her, though. I inhale a breath and try to shake it from my head. “She’s just a chick,” I tell them, but really I’m telling myself that. Cherry is getting under my skin deep, and it’s got me feeling things I don’t know if I want to feel.
“Yeah, I fucked her. Freckles everywhere.” I turn the milk carton and muster a smirk.
“Man, I love the ones that have ‘em on their tits. She have ‘em on her tits?” Bobby asks. The doors to the chapel swing open and the brothers walk out.
“Lip, Bull wants you.” Locks jerks his thumb over his shoulder.