Guilt wrecks me, and I start to tear up. What is wrong with me, how could I do that?
“Justine, I’m saying it’s okay. I want you to see if you have a connection with this guy, not just sex. Because we both know you’re a sex maniac.” He laughs. “Be nice to give my junk a break.”
I laugh at that, it’s true, I love sex.
“Have you met someone else? Is that why you’re telling me this?” I ask him in rapid fire.
He leans over me and kisses my nose. “Technically, no, but I sure wouldn’t mind if the new science teacher came to our front step and kissed the hell out of me.
We both stare at each other, then bust up laughing. Our love for each other is strong. But in all reality, our love is becoming more of a ‘best friends with benefits’ love than what we had before.
Later, lying bed snuggled up to Tomas, I realize that I didn’t get mad or jealous. If anything, I was pretty excited about exploring.
Chapter Seven
Hangman
I grunt one last time, as I spill my seed in her beautiful, plump ass. Once I’m done, I go to my shower and wash myself off. I feel like shit, something I haven’t felt before. Fucking these bitches has always been a favourite pastime of mine. Now it feels wrong somehow. I think Melissa is getting too much into my head.
Leaving the bathroom, I notice the woman still here, lying in my bed, under my sheets. What the fuck? “Yo, you know the rules, get out,” I call out to the bitch.
Her eyes open and she looks at me, surprised. “But I thought you were making me yours; you never fuck the club girls in here.” She’s right, I don’t, that was my first mistake. But how does she know that?
“You asking around about me?” This is all I need, a patch slut.
“Of course, you are the president of the club.”
“I have a woman, don’t need two, get the fuck out.” I shrug on my cut over my tee shirt and open my door.
She doesn’t say a word as she throws the blanket off her, letting me see those perfect tits again and leaves. Just as I’m about to walk the other direction, she calls out. “Do you still want me to pierce my nipples today?” Since I do plan on fucking this bitch again—just not in my room—I shout out a yes and continue down the hall.
“You disappeared with the new girl last night, how was she?” Rage asks. Normally, he and I share a woman together but lately, his nose has been so far up Big Tit’s cunt I’m surprised to even see him here.
“She was good, I’ll be having her again. How’s it going with Big Tits?” I ask him, feeling like a fucking woman right now.
He growls and clenches his fists, “Her name’s Jennifer, use it, and she’s a pain in my fuckin’ ass.”
Laughing, I slap him on the shoulder. “The best ones always are.”
“Yeah.” He walks off, punching a prospect on his way down the hall. Shit, bitch must be really getting at him for him to lash out for no reason. We brought Big Tits—or as Rage pointed out, Jennifer—back with us when we helped with a problem down in the states with the Jack’s Devils. We placed her in charge of the bitches around here and she mostly sticks to our strip club downtown. She’s been a good asset to have around, but she’s not giving Rage the time of day. Or more to the point, nothing more than fucking.
I wanted to try the bitch out myself, so have many brothers, but Rage won’t let anyone touch her, saying she’s his and off limits. I hope the bitch straightens her shit out fast, otherwise Rage isn’t gonna hold back anymore with her.
I take off from the club on my bike and head home, I’m supposed to get my youngest, Emily, from the bus today, and it’s something I never miss. I missed out on years with Melissa and I’m not making the same mistake twice. Hell, I make sure Melissa comes over at least once a week so we can catch up on shit.
As I pull into my driveway, I turn my head down the street to see if I can catch Justine outside of her house. She slammed the door in my face yesterday and that shit pissed me off.
But it’s not Justine I see, it’s her man, the shit-stick, preppy piece of shit. I clench my hands into fists and watch him as he walks over.
“Hey there, name’s Tomas, just moved in.” He holds a hand out to me to shake. The guy is either a complete idiot or he’s got no fucking common sense when it comes to me. I shake his hand back and introduce myself.
“Name’s Hangman, but neighbors around here also know me as Carson,” I tell him, which I’m not even sure why, I could give two fucks about this loser.
“So, Justine told me that you kissed her.” Tomas smirks with his left eyebrow raised.
Being caught off guard, I cough. “Yeah, I did.”
Putting his hand on his hips, cocking his head to the side, he simply asks, “Why?”
“Why? Because she is fucking gorgeous and has the sexiest body I’ve seen. And I wanted a taste of it that’s why.” Not sugar-coating shit for this loser.
“What if I told you that I’d be okay with that?”
Narrowing my eyes, I wonder what this guy playing at. “What do you mean you’re okay with it. If she was mine, I wouldn’t be fuckin’ okay with it.”
He gives me a small smile, “We talked about having an open relationship, I told her she was free to start something with you if she chooses. I just wanted to let you know in case you were worried about stepping on my toes.”
This guy is completely fuckin’ stupid. “Well, that’s good to know.” I rub my beard, not letting him know this little conversation means shit to me. I would have gone after Justine no matter what.
I shake his hand and think about how I’m gonna convince Justine to go on a date with me. I don’t fuckin’ date, so I don’t know what the hell to do. I should call Melissa; she could give me some ideas. Or I could just be myself and take her to the clubhouse like I want.
Either way, that woman is going to be mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Chapter Eight
Justine
I watch out the window as Tomas talks to the biker, what on earth is he doing? Finished washing the dishes, I move to the front door and go out on the small deck for a smoke. I know Tomas is just being friendly, but at the same time, I’m worried about him talking to the guy about the kiss we shared. Tomas isn’t a violent man, but the man he’s talking to? He screams ‘violent.’
It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. God, something is wrong with me. I watch the two of them, and they couldn’t be more different. Tomas and I talked late into the night last night about what he felt we should do about this, but I’m worried I’m going to lose Tomas for good. He’s been my strength and confidant for years. He’s my safe place. He is selfless, wonderful, and uncomplicated. But on the flip side, our intimacy is a little lackluster. Not that it’s horrible or anything, but it’s not exciting, wild, or passionate. Shit, maybe he’s right, maybe we’re not meant to be together as more then friendship.
Tomas and I have never really suited. Sure, I’ve gotten jealous over the years, moreso worried about losing the one thing in my life that was always there for me. But maybe he’s right, maybe we’re not meant to be together as more then friendship.