Watching Firefly fuck a girl barely old enough to drink wasn't my kinda porn. I had plenty of that shit waiting in my room, but even the perfect Dixie girls on the screen with their ruby red lips and fake tits didn't hold a goddamned candle to the woman turning my crank.
“I'm not gonna cramp you, brother,” I told him, deciding to leave the whiskey with them. “You're right. I've got more important biz to settle. Somebody's gotta keep this club from going up in flames, after all.”
Firefly gave me a sharp look, but he decided to let it go, too obsessed with Blondie wiggling on his lap. I was halfway to my room when I heard her hit the counter and cry out as he sank into her.
Irony was an absolute bitch tonight. Before Meg, getting my dick wet was the only motivation I had to bring the club more cash. Now, there was * galore, and it still felt like being stranded in the desert because none of those hot, pink holes were the ones I really wanted.
They only belonged to one woman. Not even the buxom young redhead I found stretched out in my bed, naked from the waist down.
The used condom on my floor told the full story, as did the bright red hand prints left all over her ass. Snarling, I grabbed her by both hands and whirled her around, shaking her outta her stupor.
“Okay, who the fuck was in here and left their trash in my fucking room?” She yelped and looked at me like I'd just jumped out of her nightmares.
What the shit? I noticed the handcuffs hanging off her plump wrist for the first time, dangling between her legs as she blushed and fought to cover up her *.
“Um, I'm really sorry, Skin. I'm not supposed to say. Joker told me we'd be okay in here, and he'd just gone out for a smoke or something...”
“Joker?”
Fuck me with a cactus. I'd heard enough. The Veep was outta control, dragging his shit through my gutter. With a growl, I grabbed her wrists and led her to the corner, where I found her half shredded panties. She got the message when I pointed, picking them up and struggling into what was left of them while I watched.
The chick's ass wasn't half bad, but she had nothing on Meg. That woman was perfect, raised to perfection because she was a damned aristocrat, rather than a blue collar baby or a farm bumpkin like most of our casual fucks.
“Get that condom off my floor on your way out, too, woman. And if you see him, tell the Veep my room's not his personal landfill. Don't care if he's an officer or not.”
She nodded and flashed me a nervous smile one more time before she backed out, Joker's bloated condom in her hand, and closed the door behind me.
If there was ever a sign I needed to move the hell outta here and get my own place, now that we had a big paycheck coming in...
I rolled into bed and dozed. It wasn't easy after I'd ridden in the cold all day, scoping out the places in Knoxville for the Prez, all the sites where he wanted our girls to shake tail and bring the club more money.
Of course, it'd be a drop in the bucket, and not even good for laundering much money if we ever got the real cash pipeline going. But that wasn't gonna happen overnight. Dust's grand schemes meant clearing our way to the sea first, the path the Deads and other thugs were blocking through the Carolinas and Georgia.
The yanks in the Prairie Devils or the Grizzlies wouldn't even sit down with us 'til we had something to offer 'em. I dreamed like a goddamned geek, numbers and logistics, the only distraction my brain knew when I wasn't thinking about Meg's perfect little lips wrapped around every inch of me.
The heat of her mouth was still burning up my brain when my burner phone screamed to life. I jumped up and grabbed it, doing a double take when I saw her number.
Thank fuck. It's gotta be about the cash.
“Yeah? Where should I meet you?” I growled into the receiver, the instant I heard her soft little breathing on the line.
“Wow, so much for hello.” She paused, and my dick swelled as I imagined her smiling. “You can pick me up right outside my house. Just after eleven, maybe? Will that work?”
“See you then, babe.”
I snapped the phone shut and checked the clock. I had about an hour, maybe a little more, just enough time to shower off the stink of motor oil and sweat from my * withdrawal.
I grinned, thankful I was sober. Just when I'd started missing the booze too. Good thing I'd decided to dump the whiskey off with Firefly and his whore for the night after all...
I had something better coming. And I was gonna fuck her so hard she'd never go anywhere else again.
“It's all there,” she whispered quietly, stuffing the big duffel bag in my trunk. “Every last dollar. You can count it when we get to the clubhouse and –“
“Enough. The first thing I'm doing once we're back there's the last thing we did before I took you home. Fuck, I've missed these lips.”
Somehow, I kept it polite. I managed not to rip her clothes off right there, or tell her how bad I wanted to shove my tongue up her * 'til she cried.