“Look, I don’t need you to do shit for me. I will find Hangman and go home when he tells me to. Until then, you should probably get back to work.”
I try to shut the door, but she pushes it back.
“He’s mine. You might think he’s yours, and he may say all the right things to you, but remember this; while you’re home alone, he’s here, fucking me.”
And this is why I don’t want exclusive with Hangman. I knew shit like this would pop up and I don’t want to deal with it.
“You’re not very bright, are you? You think bragging about fucking a taken man makes you look good? It doesn’t; it means you’re trash. Now bye, bitch, I have shit to do.” I shove her back and slam the door shut.
Fear grips me as I sit back on the bed. What if she’s right? What if when I’m at home he’s cheating, especially with that bitch? God, I didn’t want to get wrapped up in these feelings, and yet, here I am. I feel trapped, Carson says I’m his, and that’s that, but what if that just doesn’t work for me?
I don’t know how long I sit here contemplating everything when the door opens again. I swear if that bitch is back, Carson is gonna need a bleach cleaning job.
“Hey, when’d you wake up?” Carson asks.
I look up and yawn. “Not long ago, I’m hungry and ready to head home, though. I could use some more sleep.”
His eyes narrow on me and his jaw ticks. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just exhausted and hungry.”
“I saw Shannan walking down the hall. That bitch come by and say something to you?”
“Nothing I don’t already know, Carson.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Means, what I said the other day, we can’t be exclusive.”
“I’m not fighting with you about this shit. I’ll take you home, give you a breather, but you can bet you’re fucking ass we’re talking about this in a day or two.”
I want to sass him back and say maybe next week, but I’m not pushing my luck right now.
“Whatever,” is all I say, and I grab my leather jacket and shrug it on.
“Let’s go,” he orders and I follow behind him, getting on his bike as I watch Shannan looking out the clubhouse window and glaring at me as we take off.
Chapter Thirty-four
Hangman
I drop Justine off at home, giving her a kiss goodbye and head back to the clubhouse. I have shit to take care of and a bitch to threaten again. First up, the bitch, since everyone is still asleep.
“Shannan,” I say, stepping close to her. The bitch was waiting for me to come back. Her heavy tits swinging free and it’s then I notice the nipple piercings. Fuck me, she did it. My cock twitches as I take them in. Justine let me play with hers last night, and it was fucking amazing watching her come apart in my hands.
“Hangman,” she breathes.
I step close to her, wrapping a hand around her neck and we walk until we hit a wall. “You said shit to my woman.”
“I-I,” she stutters, struggling to breathe as I grip her throat tighter.
“She’s my woman, we have rules here, you bitches don’t look at, don’t talk to, nothing, to Old Ladies.”
“But she’s not your old lady yet,” she says quickly. I relax my hand slightly, letting her take in some air.
“You’re right, it’s the only reason you’re not dead right now. A bullet in your face,” I snarl at her. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she pants, as my hand goes to her nipple and gives her piercing a tug.
“You’ll get my cock, but you gotta promise here and now, you won’t say shit to Justine again. She’s mine, and I’m her’s.”
“But right now, you’re mine,” she sasses at me and instantly drops to her knees, pulling my cock out of my pants. Fuck me, her mouth feels like heaven. I needed this, Justine pissed me off this morning, and instead of fucking the bullshit attitude outta her, I left and came back to the club.
“Harder,” I demand Shannan, making her grip my cock in a fist as she sucks. I need this bitch’s ass, I tried to get inside Justine last night, but her hole was too fucking tight, and we couldn’t do it. No matter how hard I tried. So, I gave up the dream. But I’m not giving up forever. At least for now, I can fuck this bitch’s ass.
“Get up,” I demand when my balls start to tighten, don’t need to come so quick, since I need to come in her ass.
Penny walks out as I start to shove my cock in Shannan’s ass. “Penny, come play with Shannan’s pussy.” Penny licks her lips and skips over to us, going down to her knees and licks Shannan’s pretty, pink pussy.
I slam inside her, making Penny sway slightly on the floor, and pound until both Penny and I bring Shannan to orgasm.
“Penny, clean me up,” I order, and she shoves Shannan to the side and takes my cock into her mouth, licking me completely clean and even tucks me back into my pants.
“Thanks for that,” Penny says, giving me a smile.
“Go wake up the men, church meeting in twenty.”
“Got it, boss man.”
Shannan looks at me, her eyes sad. “Why’d you let her do that to you?”
Fuck my life. “Bitch, you’re just one of dozens in this clubhouse, you don’t mean shit to me. You never will. You’re a hole I fuck when I feel like it. Keep this shit up, that’s the last time you get my cock. Understand me? I won’t repeat myself again.” And I won’t, next time she causes me an issue I’m taking her out back to the torture room.
Chapter Thirty-five
Justine
It’s been a few months since I was last at the clubhouse, and I don’t mind. The last time left a bad taste in my mouth, and Carson seems to be understanding about it. Though, he’s been spending more and more time there lately and it’s starting to wear on me. Is he fucking someone else? Does he think about me when he does?
Fuck this train of thought, I go to make myself a drink so I can get some words in on my new book when my doorbell starts going off like crazy.
“Can I help you?” I say rudely as I open the door. Oh shit, my eyes go wide and it’s Melissa, Carson’s daughter. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Come in.”
Melissa grins at me and chuckles. “Bad day?”
“Um, you could say that I guess.”
“Spill it, tell me.”
I shake my head no. “You don’t need to know the drama going on with your dad and I. That’s just weird.”
“Girl, you’re my friend now, you can tell me anything, I swear.” It’s true, over the last few months we’ve gotten close, and I can honestly say for the first time ever, I have a friend besides Tomas.
So, I fill Melissa in on what’s been going on since that night at the clubhouse. Her eyes going wide. I, of course, leave out all the sex we’ve been having. But fill her in on my thoughts about having kids of my own. “I don’t want them. After watching your kids last week, and being around Emily, I just don’t want my own. Being a mother has never been a goal for me.”