“Hey, it’s not your fault you didn’t know. How could you when the mother didn’t tell you?” I tell him gently.
“Not sure how much of Melissa’s story I should tell you as it’s hers, but I’ll tell you what I can. She was abused by her mother; luckily wasn’t abused in her foster home, because her sister Cori took the brunt of it to protect her. But even after getting saved by the Angels, Melissa’s mother would randomly pop up into her life and tear her apart. There, now you know a bit about my daughter, and about my past marriage. Anything else?”
“What about Emily’s mother? You kind of just glossed over the fact you had her.” I bite my lip, hoping I’m not pushing too much.
“Not much to tell about April, woman’s a cunt. Was a club whore I used a few times, she got hung up on me and ended up pregnant. To this day, the bitch still thinks she has a shot with me, so she’s not too happy to find out I’m dating someone that isn’t her.”
“She was willingly with you, knowing you were married?” He nods, his eyes alert as if he’s waiting for me to kick him out. Part of me does wonder if he’ll do the same to me. But it’s still early in the relationship, so I shake it off. “Not saying what you did was right, but no real woman would willingly get with a taken man. So, that’s on her. She sounds like she needs her head examined.”
“Will you tell me about you now? I will be honest right now and say the minute you moved in I already had a look into you but couldn’t find much.”
I stare at him in shock, he did a search on me? “Well, honestly, after the heavy you just placed on me about your past and your kids, I think we should steer the convo to something else now.” Conversation just got heavy and needs to get to something lighter.
“As long as you tell me eventually, I’m good with that, but instead of idle chit-chat, how about some dessert?” He gives me a playful look and my pussy clenches.
“Hmm, and what did you have in mind exactly for dessert?” I ask him coyly.
“You,” he growls and gets up from the chair, stalking over to me. Oh, yes, this night just got even better.
Chapter Twenty-one
Hangman
After calling Justine and letting her know I wouldn’t be around tonight, I sit back in my chair, my hand combing through my beard. Being with Justine is different than what I had with my ex-wife. Justine genuinely seems to like me, unlike Vicky who openly started hating me not long into our marriage. The last week I’ve spent with Justine has been enlightening. I’ve gotten to know her more, and learned about her writing. I even gave her the go ahead to use my club as inspiration as long as she twists it enough to know it’s fiction and not real life. I head back out to the main area in the clubhouse and find everyone partying it up. Fuck yeah, tonight is a good night for a party. Got a new woman, my kids, my club, life can’t get better than this shit.
Women walk around like always, eyeing up the men they want for the night, and I spot a redhead that’s dying for my cock down her throat. My cock pulses in my jeans as I go to her, fuck yeah, perfect for tonight.
“Hangman,” purrs Shannan, coming up next to me. I shrug her off and continue walking towards the redhead.
“On your knees.” I tell her when I get to her side. She looks me over and grins sinking instantly to her knees and undoes my jeans.
She gives the head of my cock a small lick before covering her mouth over it, taking it all in. I look up and see Shannan glaring at the girl on the floor and stomps off when she catches me watching her. Good, maybe she’s finally learned her place, she’s nothing special.
Focusing back on the bitch giving my cock some love, I relish in the feeling. This is something that Justine has yet to do and makes me wonder how good she’ll be at doing it, especially with the tongue ring.
It doesn’t take me long to come down the bitch’s throat, holding her head down on my cock as she takes it all down her throat. Lifting her head she catches her breath, licking her lips at the bit of cum that leaked out.
“Good girl,” I mumble and turn around, tucking myself back into my pants and order a drink from the bar.
“You need anything else, Hangman?” she purrs, still on her knees.
I look her over, finding her lacking in areas I didn’t notice before, she’s no Justine. “No, I’m good.” I dismiss her.
She walks off, sauntering over to Gunner and he takes her up on what she’s offering and instantly bends her over.
Turning back around, I notice Rage is sitting at the end of the bar, downing his drink. He’s been a mess lately, more than usual. Jennifer, the big-titted bitch isn’t giving him the time of day and it’s weighing on him. Most bitches don’t turn him down for fear of his wrath, but that bitch doesn’t give a shit. Which means she’s good for him.
Not paying him any mind, I grab a bottle of Jack and head back to my room, needing some time alone. Maybe I am getting too old for this partying and fucking around shit. I changed a lot when I found my daughter Melissa, it wasn’t the easiest start of a relationship since I never knew about her. Over twenty years she went without a father, and lived with a horrible excuse for a mother, a mother that I put down the minute she came into contact. The bitch dared to abuse my child and my child’s older sister. Anyone that lays a hand on a child should be put into the ground.
The lifestyle I grew so comfortable in has now become almost stale. Sure, I love to drink, smoke pot, and get my rocks off, but not every night like I used to. When Melissa first came to live with me, I tried to be a better person. And I did, but I wasn’t living for me anymore, I was living for my kids. Melissa and Emily. I have the chance to do better with Emily since she is still a child, but Melissa is different since she is in her twenties.
I made it up to Melissa as best I could, and part of me knows that she’s living a better life now than she used to and that’s because of me. Although, the rest of it is because of her ties to the Angels Warriors MC. The pussy club. A club that is all about rescuing the weak.
I don’t hate them as much as I used to, not since finding out my dead brother was actually alive and a part of their club, or the fact that they saved Melissa from a shitty life and raised her.
Pulling out my phone, I turn it on and see that I have a message from Melissa asking if we can have a family dinner next week. After typing back yes, I go to my album and find a photo I took of Justine the night she was asleep in my bed.
Fuck me, she’s something. Could I be the man for her? Could I change? I don’t know the answer to those questions yet but deep down, I know I can’t—and won’t—give her up. Something about her calls to me. And I’d be a fucking fool to let her go. Ever.
As I’m deep in my inner thoughts, like a little bitch, someone knocks on my door. “What?” I bark out.
The door opens and Shannan puts her head inside, this bitch. “Um, would you like some company?”
Glaring at her, I grab a beer bottle from the floor and throw it at the wall by her head and she flinches. “These rooms are for the men, not bitches. Bitches only come this way if they’re cleaning, during the fucking day, or if a brother picks them for a quick fuck. You don’t come down this way for any other goddamned reason,” I snarl at her.