The guys scramble over each other until it’s Rage that’s fought them off for the position. “Been wanting to test drive this hot bitch,” he says, sitting on the couch, making her climb onto his already hard cock. Fucker has only been getting blow jobs from the bitches around here, he’s been trying to save himself for Big Tits, or I should say, Jennifer.
Once she gets firmly settled onto him, I push her a little to give myself the opening I need and slowly nudge my way inside her. It doesn’t take long for Rage and I to find our rhythm.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ blow.” Rage growls as he shoves her off of him, I move quickly, hand on my cock, stroking it until Shannan is kneeling in front of us, both Rage and I finally letting ourselves cum all over her body.
“Get cleaned up, a few others want a turn with you.” She pouts while looking at me longingly. Fuck, I have a feeling she’s gonna be trouble. I put myself back in my jeans and zip up. I have a date with Justine tonight and I’m hoping she’s as good of a fuck as I’ve been dreaming about.
A few club girls saunter up to me, a few shyly grinning. The shy ones I like the most, they are wild in the sack. My dick is getting hard again. Fuck me, I’ve been out of the game for too long. Melissa really did make me soft.
“When do I get a turn, Hangman? I’ve missed you,” says a blonde with okay-sized tits. Fuck, when was the last time I fucked? Was Shannan really the first in almost a year? Damn. I tap her pussy, and wink.
“Soon, Darlin.” She walks away with a sigh and grabs hold of Gunner then leads him to the pool table. Turning around, I walk down the hall and into my office.
Justine pissed me off last night, and I needed an outlet. Shannan, thankfully, gave me that outlet. And fuck, was it worth it.
“Yo, Hangman, what was up with the bitch from last night?” Decker, another brother, asks coming up to me as I enter my office.
“Bitch is mine, just doesn’t know it yet.”
“You gonna bring her to the next party?”
Shaking my head, I rub my beard. “Too soon for that, she might be mine, but I don’t want to scare her off completely. The party where I claim her will have to wait until I at least have a first date with her.”
“You’re going soft, old man, since when do you wine and dine a woman?”
“Since I lost Vicky and took Melissa in.” It’s true, I’ve grown soft, but sometimes women need that soft, romantic shit. And I don’t want to lose another woman because of my dickish ways.
“You know, the bitch looks like a young Vicky, right? I didn’t see it at first, because she’s tatted and has funky-coloured hair, but when I took a step back, I saw it,” he grunts out. “Are you okay with that? Or are you wanting the bitch because she looks like Vicky?”
I have to think a moment before I answer. Because he’s not wrong but he’s also not completely right either. Something about Justine is different from Vicky. Sure, they have the same facial features, and their voices sound similar but Justine is also the definition of a biker bitch. I can’t quite put my finger on it. And I tell Decker just that.
“Be careful with her, I have a feeling if she finds out she about her birth father, and that you knew, that’s just asking for trouble.”
“Don’t worry about my love life, get your own,” I growl at him; fucker thinks he can tell me shit?
He throws his hands up in front of him. “Didn’t mean anything by it, Pres, just stating facts. That’s all.”
“You worry about your own pussy-ass bitch at home, I’ll worry about Justine.”
Justine is about to learn not to mess with me, because when I see her for our date, whether she wants it or not, I’m claiming her. Decker was right, I’m getting too soft. Hangman is coming back, and everyone better watch the fuck out.
Chapter Fourteen
Justine
“You about done in there?” Tomas calls to me from my bedroom.
“Yeah, why?”
“We need to talk,” he says gruffly. Shit, it’s probably about last night.
Opening the door, I look at him, dressed in his usual teaching attire, suit and tie, and smile at him. “What’s up?” I ask as I keep the door open and finish applying my make up.
“What was that last night? You were rude to Sharon.”
I frown and look at him. “What are you talking about? How was I rude?”
He grunts. “When you left, she was on me about you,” he says sheepishly.
“Look, Tomas, Sharon is pretty, but that’s about all she has going for her. You can do better, if she doesn’t like me...well, too bad, because I’m not going anywhere.”
Tomas sighs, “You’re right, I just had high hopes for this new relationship, but you’re right. She’s not for me. Anyone that’s with me is going to have to be cool with you, and when I say she wasn’t, she really wasn’t. When you left, she ranted the whole time about how I’d have to break off any contact with you if I wanted her, it didn’t take long for me to kick her out of the house.”
I give him a hug. “You’ll find someone, just keep looking. Don’t settle for just anyone. Plus, anyone that is in your life has to be in mine. So, remember that when you’re searching.”
“You’re right. Oh, um, how would you feel about me moving out?”
I rear back in shock. “Why? I thought we had a good thing going here?”
“We do, it’s not that. It’s just, when you went out last night, I was jealous. I guess just breaking up and you doing your thing just made me feel shit, you know?”
“What are you saying? You want to get back together?”
“No, that’s not it, it’s just. Weird right now. It will take time. But right now, I don’t want to be a third wheel. This is your house, not mine. And maybe it’s time I dig into my trust fund a little and get myself a home. Maybe I can purchase the house next door.”
“Look, I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t do. If you want to stay, stay. If you want to leave, leave. I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.” It’s true, as much as I’ll miss my best friend, if he moves out, then so be it.
“Well, that’s good because I already made an offer. They weren’t selling but I offered them house value plus told them I’d help with moving costs and a down payment for a new home. And they jumped at the chance.” I raise my brows, he’s never been a big spender, and now he’s dipped his hand into his trust fund and is spreading it around like candy.
“Really?” I’m happy for him, and it will still be great, him living next door.
“Yeah.” He gives a small smile that shows off his dimple. “I’m glad you’re not pissed; I was worried you would be.”
I turn back to the mirror and finish my eyeliner. “Not at all, Tomas, we might have just broken up but I’m happy for you. Truly.”
“So, your date is tonight, huh? Where do you think he’s taking you?”
I shrug. “Not sure, he just said to dress for the back of his bike.”
“I’ve heard things,” he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets.