It’s no secret that the members of the MC always get their pick of the litter. Every night is like shopping for a new car to take out for a spin. Each woman is different, with only one thing in common – they all want to fuck.
Tonight, I’ve got my eye on a cherry-red Corvette in a shiny green dress. The gorgeous redhead came in with a group of women, one of whom went straight for Roman, our club’s president like she was on a mission while the rest of the girls sit back on the sofas in the VIP section, sipping martinis or whatever fruity drink floats their boat.
Popping a fresh stick of peppermint gum in my mouth, I head over to introduce myself, making eye contact with Cherry the entire way. She eyes me up and down like I’m a Popsicle she’s dying to lick, refusing to glance away. I’m close enough to read her bright red lips when they clearly say to her friends, “Oh wow! Speaking of Big Dick Energy…” almost making me laugh out loud before the bouncer quickly removes the rope to let me through to the velvet plush sofas reserved for the best girls so that the other random dickheads looking to score will know they’re off-limits.
“Hello, ladies,” I say as I approach, flashing them all a smile before my eyes are drawn back to Cherry. No wonder she practically glows – her skin is a flawless ivory, as perfect as a porcelain doll’s. “You must be pretty damn important to one of the Kings if you’re sitting in here tonight.”
“Roman invited us,” Cherry answers. “Well, he invited our friend Charlotte and indulged the rest of us,” she adds, making the other women laugh.
“I’ll have to thank him later,” I tell her as I stroll over and take a seat on the arm of the sofa next to her, close enough to smell her warm vanilla scent. “What’s your name?” I ask since I’m guessing it’s something better than Cherry.
“Tessa,” she looks up and tells me. “And this is Sydney, Bev, and Ruth.”
“Nice to meet you ladies,” I reply even though I barely acknowledge the other women sitting around her. It’s impossible to look away from the radiant goddess who makes me want to get on my knees and worship her.
“I’m Verek, the one in charge here, so you ladies let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” I say to Tessa.
“Will you dance with me?” she quickly asks. Tossing the rest of her girly drink down, she sets the glass on the table in front of her and then gets to her feet to turn to face me expectantly, her tiny matching green purse slung across the front of her body.
“Anything but that,” I tell her with a wince.
“Oh, come on!” Tessa exclaims, slapping the outside of my knee playfully. “You can’t be that bad if you work in a nightclub!”
For a second, I almost turn her down. The Kings aren’t known for their dancing abilities, myself included. But her gorgeous face looks so hopeful, and her beautiful green eyes are twinkling like emeralds under the strobe lights. That’s the moment I know for certain that I couldn’t refuse her anything.
“All right, sweetheart,” I concede. “It’s your pretty little feet that’ll get stomped.”
Giggling, she says, “I’ll take my chances.”
Reaching for her hand, I lead her to the dance floor as the other women cheer her on, wondering how many songs I’ll have to endure before I can take her home with me.
Tessa Singleton
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“What did you say your name was again?” I yell to the tall, bronze-haired biker. He is somehow making the leather cut and run-of-the-mill blue jeans look incredibly yummy as he leads me to the dance floor, an upbeat song with lots of bass blaring through the club’s speakers.
Glancing over his shoulders that are twice as wide as the rest of him, he says, “Verek,” with his teeth biting into his lip with the beginning of the word, which can only be a V sound. A hint of sweet peppermint follows the word, and until this moment I had no idea it was such an aphrodisiac.
“So like Eric with a V?” I say when he finally comes to a stop and faces me.
“That’s right,” he answers with a sexy, dimpled grin. Leaning forward to get closer to my ear like he’s letting me in on a secret, he says, “My dad wanted me to be unique, to always stand out. What he didn’t consider is that I would have to spend my entire life spelling my name out for people everywhere I go.”
Whether it’s the alcohol in my system or his off-the-charts charisma, I laugh louder than I probably should at his story.
“That’s cute,” I tell him, still smiling.
Tonight could very well be my last chance to flirt with a handsome stranger. And while I know nothing will come of it, other than a little dancing because I love Paul and would never cheat on him, my heart is still beating a million miles a minute in my chest because I’ve never had the courage to talk to someone so…so incredibly sexy and charming. Guys like Verek, well, they may be fun for a night, but then they’re on to the next woman, never slowing down, never falling in love. For a second, I worry about Charlotte falling for Roman, getting her heart broken after all she’s been through. But she’s the toughest person I know. If she can survive losing her husband, she can survive a hot biker.
“You’re beautiful,” Verek says against my ear, letting his scruffy cheek brush my smooth cheek as his big hands grip my waist, and he pulls me closer. My hands automatically lift to his chest, touching the cool leather over his hard muscles underneath.
And for a second, as I look up into his bluish-gray mesmerizing eyes, time stands still. Everyone and everything around us in the club seem to suddenly disappear, even the diamond that usually feels so heavy on my ring finger. There’s nothing in the world but me and this man, drawn together by some sort of mysterious connection.
I shut my eyes to try and break the spell.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.”
Rather than look up, I open my eyes and look straight ahead, right at my diamond engagement ring sparkling under the lights. I made a promise to the man I love. The man who loves me with all of his heart. We only dated for ten months before Paul proposed and I said yes. I knew before then that I wanted to be his wife, even though it felt like something was missing. I wasn’t sure what it was until this moment.
“Nice ring,” Verek mutters when he glances down and spots it. “When’s the big day?”
“Two weeks,” I answer as a storm begins to rage inside of me.
Paul and I have plenty of love between us, but just not much…passion. That’s it, that’s what’s missing! He’s never made my heart race, or my breath come in a rush, not even in bed. Paul treats me with respect, and a little like I’m fragile, nothing but soft kisses and tender lovemaking that’s slow and sweet.
I think I want him to be a little more assertive, more desperate for me. I want him to pin me to the wall and take me with all our clothes on because he can’t wait another second to have me. Now that I know what’s missing, I just have to figure out how to tell him. Communication is the key to a happy relationship, and I owe him the benefit of the doubt that sex between us won’t always be so boring.