Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Fifteen

We walked into the bustling bar. The atmosphere felt great, with dim lighting, and someone singing at the karaoke machine. Pool tables were full; so were the booths and seating area at the bar. Deanna dragged me over to the bar and squeezed her way in, shouting out to the bar girl in a tight white tee that she wanted four shots of Cock Sucking Cowboys. Upon paying, she dished out the shots; on the count of three, down they went and up came my hamburger from dinner...nearly.

“Oh, I love this song. Let’s dance,” Julian shouted when Taylor’s Swift’s "Trouble" song came through the karaoke machine, and some young girl started singing it with a not-too-bad voice.

We left Griz, Pick, and Blue at the bar, while Violet, Deanna, Julian and myself went off to shake our booties.

Two songs later, I glanced around for our guards, only they were no longer brooding at the bar. I looked around, but couldn’t see them anywhere. Violet tugged on my arm, and while she jiggled what her mama gave her, she pointed through the crowd to a booth in the far corner where they were now seated—still brooding. Their arms were crossed over their chests and had eyes that said ‘don’t speak to me or I’ll bite your head off.’ It was only Griz’s eyes that lasered into us. Though, I think that had something to do with the way Deanna was grinding against some innocent young man...um, okay, maybe he wasn’t that innocent considering the way he grabbed her boobs. I giggled to myself when she elbowed him in the ribs and pushed him away. She turned her gaze to me, grinned, and shook her head.

Deanna, Julian, and I made our way to the table, while Vi went to grab us some more drinks. I had asked for water because I didn’t think my stomach could handle another toxic mix. That was when Deanna called me a p-ssy and said to Vi that if she got me a water, they’d be having words. Violet then proceeded to laugh in Deanna’s face, and answered with ‘Whatever.’ I knew what I’d be getting— water.

I collapsed next to Pick. Griz and Blue stood so that Julian and Deanna could sit, and then Vi when she got back. It was like they were protecting the President’s daughter. Blue and Griz with their backs to us both stood straight and still, glaring out at the partygoers.

Wow, they must take their jobs seriously.

“You know, I kind of feel like Whitney Houston in Bodyguard right now,” Julian said

I held up my fist to be pumped and yelled, “That’s what I was just thinking.” Sort of. Only I didn’t know why I was yelling; it wasn’t so hard to hear in our corner.

“Yo, Vi. Oh my God, I love you,” I yelled—yes again—when she deposited a bottle of water in front of me with a smirk directed at Deanna.

“Do you reckon Talon could be quiet during sex?” I asked.

Okay. Maybe I could have been a tad intoxicated still, because yelling was all I could do right then.

“Jesus,” Blue hissed.

“Talon owes us,” Griz barked.

Julian ended up spitting his drink all over the table. Violet groaned and banged her head against the table. Pick asked for me to move so he could escape, and Deanna sat with her finger tapping her chin, pondering my question.

“Given his hotliness and badassness, I highly doubt it,” Deanna said. “Why the wondering?”

I sighed loudly. “I wanna have sex; I miss the pounding, the closeness, and the connection,” I whined. “Hey!” I shouted. “No comment from the spunky men,” I yelled when Griz and Blue went to complain.

“Uh, Wildcat. Please, please move,” Pick begged.

While continuing my rant, I moved and sat back down after Pick had escaped. “Six years people. Six long years. Holy hemorrhoid, do you think my well’s dried up?”

“F*ck me,” Griz snapped.

“You don’t want me to,” Deanna supplied. I thought it had been quiet, but Griz turned a surprised stare upon her, which quickly morphed into a glare. Then he went back to looking at the crowd.

“You can’t tell me—” Vi began.

“What?” Julian asked.

“Nope, I can’t say it. That’s my brother for gonad’s-sake.” She shuddered.

“Oh, oh! I think I know where you’re going,” Julian said clapping. “And, cock ring, you can’t deny the male f*ckableness your bro is. Anyway, what she was getting at...you can’t tell us that you and Spidey haven’t done squat in the bedroom department.”

I think I just blushed. Or the room had turned up twenty degree.

“What the f*ck, bitch? You have done something with the boss man and you ain’t told me? Where’s the friendship? I told you all about my last one not that long ago.”

Griz flinched; Deanna smirked, but then quickly sent me her deadly glare. Thankfully, I was immune.

“Shit,” Blue said. “I am not stayin’ here to hear this crap. We can watch’em from the bar.” Blue stalked off, with Pick and a grumbling Griz not far behind.

“Maybe I should join them,” Vi added. “I really don’t feel like hearing about what my brother gets up to in bed. It’d probably cause me to chuck.”

“Block ya ears then,” Deanna said.

I had to laugh when Violet did, in fact, block her ears.

“Quickly spill, muff lover,” Julian cried, leaning forward over the table.

“There isn’t really much to say. As you can tell, we didn’t do the deed...”

“But? Come on, woman, don’t leave me hanging,” Deanna said.

I blushed again. “I’m still kind of sensitive about it. Icameinliketwoseconds.”

“Say what now?” Julian asked. “Sorry, dick sucker, I don’t speak drunk-virgin-hymen-grown-over-girl.”

Groaning, I hid my eyes with my hand. “He went...you know...down yonda, and I was...um, done really quickly.”

“Did he care?” Deanna asked.

“No. Well, I don’t think so, especially not when I reciprocated.”

“Whoop, f*ckin’, whoop, girl. I’m so proud of you.” Deanna beamed.

Deanna cheering me on made me smile. I should be proud; I was lucky I lasted that long after SIX YEARS, and the fact that Talon didn’t seem to have minded at all.

I got in closer and whispered, “He is huge.”

“I hate you.” Julian glared.

“You—”

“Hey there, sweetheart,” a guy in his late forties said, as he stood at our table with two others. They all wore jeans and tees, with leather biker vests over the top. It was hazy, but I read the words ‘Vicious Club’ on the top patch.

The older one sat down beside me. “How’s your night been, beautiful?”

I studied him for a second, and it was his eyes that told me he was harmless; the crinkle around them and his mouth told me he was caring, and the thick salt and pepper hair told me that my fingers wouldn’t mind running through it to see if it was as soft as it looked. His friends, though, were another story; they looked mean and scary. This was why I leaned into him and whispered, “You seem like a nice guy, and I honestly mean it when I say that one day we could be friends, but—I’m sorry to say that your friends don’t seem all that nice.”

I sat back and watched him throw his head back and laugh a deep belly laugh.

“Oh, you are precious.” he smiled.

“Which is why she’s Hawks property,” Griz growled beside us, where he stood next to Mean One and Mean Two.

Property, smoperty. I wasn’t sure I liked that word yet.

Mr. Nice looked up at Griz and asked, “Whose?”

“Talon’s.”

But I like that word.

“Wildcat, go and dance,” Blue ordered.

Now he just popped out of nowhere. I rolled my eyes and scooted around the other side, where Julian, Deanna, and Vi were already waiting for me.

Leaning over the table, I uttered, “It was nice meeting you...”

“Rocko,” he supplied.

I smiled. “Rocko, and remember what I said.” I got closer still. “I think you may need new friends.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He chuckled and then winked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Griz sat down as soon as I was out of the way. I moved off to the dance floor with my peeps to jiggle my flabby bits once again.

I was determined to have a great night, even though something told me to keep an eye on Rocko’s friends. We danced; we drank, and we sang our night into happiness. Rocko and his mates left, but I still couldn’t fight the feeling of unease. Then I thought it could just be that I had to pee. Violet had gone to grab a drink, and while Deanna and Julian were being entertained by the Tina Turner wannabe, I went off in search of the toilet.