At this point, I’m so high, all I want to do is kick back and enjoy it. I move to the couch, letting myself drop onto it with Trix on my heels.
“Trix, get me another beer.”
She hurries off to the bar to get it, coming back as quickly as she can.
“Here you go, baby.” Sitting on my lap, she hands me my beer and throws her arms around my neck. “What else can I do for you?”
My eyes roam over her body. She’s wearing this blinged-out, swimsuit looking top that barely holds her tits and some daisy dukes that only cover half her ass. I can’t help but compare her to Marley and how sexy she looked even though her body was covered up. My traitorous dick bounces at the thought of Marley. Trix must feel it because her eyes light up like she hit the jackpot.
“I can help with that.” She wiggles her ass against my lap. American Woman by Lenny Kravitz comes on and Trix squeals. “I love this song!”
She grinds her ass against my jean covered cock, moving her body to the beat of the song. I lay my head against the back of the couch, enjoying the show. I don’t know if it’s from smoking or drinking, but I begin to see Marley as the one grinding against me, making my dick rock hard. Out of my peripheral, the clubhouse door opens to Marley and Ruger, one of the Nomad brothers, walking in, bringing me back to reality. Marley’s eyes lock on mine.
3
Marley
“I’m sorry about Rascal,” Minx says to me as we walk up to her house.
“Don’t be. He’s like that all the time,” I admit.
She sighs. “Some of these guys never know when not to be assholes. You seem to be able to hold your own pretty well, though.”
“What can I say? He makes it so easy.”
Minx laughs. “I’ve never known anyone, especially a woman, to get under his skin like you do.”
“Don’t put too much thought into it. It’s only because I won’t sleep with him.”
Chains snickers behind us.
“Good for you! His arrogant ass needs a dose of reality. Too many women treat him like he’s a gift from the gods,” Minx says.
“I need some fucking earplugs when I’m around y’all. I should not be listening to this,” Chains says. Minx and I both laugh.
“No one said you had to,” Minx pokes at him.
He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything else.
“I’ve met plenty of men like him. I’m immune to his charm,” I tell her. We walk up the steps of her house, stopping before going inside.
“Chains, why don’t you hang out on the porch, so you don’t have to be tortured with more girl talk,” I suggest. Minx giggles next to me.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He moves a couple chairs around, then flops down into one and kicking his feet up on the other.
“Sure, make yourself comfy,” Minx mutters, rolling her eyes. I shake my head with a smile.
We walk inside and into the living room. There are blankets and pillows everywhere. Netflix is pulled up on the TV, and Rivet, Wren, and Sienna are lounging around, messing with their phones.
“What are you hookers doing?” Minx says. All three of them turn to look at us.
“Marley! You came!” Wren hops up and walks over to me.
“This one here dragged me out of the clubhouse to come hang out.” I tease, gesturing to Minx. Wren’s eyes go wide. “I’m kidding. She didn’t have to drag me. I came on my own free will.”
Minx, Rivet, and Sienna all giggle.
“Oh, so you’re sarcastic like Sienna. This will be fun.” Wren smirks.
“Then we’ll get along great.” I wink at them. “So, what kind of take-out are we getting?”
“We can use FoodDash and get something from multiple places,” Rivet suggests.
“I like the way you think!” I grin.
We brainstorm what foods we want from where when Tink walks in.
“Y’all started this shindig without me?” She pretends to pout.
“Nah, bitch, we’re just getting started.” I stick my tongue out at her. “Where’s Lo?”
“She picked up a shift at Big Shots. Said something about needing the money.” Tink shrugs. “What are we doing first?”
“Ordering a buffet of dishes from FoodDash,” Rivet says, not taking her eyes off her phone.
“Great! I’m starving,” Tink replies. We order food and decide on a movie to turn on. An hour later, we’ve eaten and started drinking.
“We should play never have I ever,” Sienna recommends.
“I’m in!” I say.
“Yes,” Minx shouts.
“I’ve never played before,” Wren admits.
“We each take turns saying something we’ve never done. If you’ve done it at any point in your life, you drink,” Tink explains.
“Sounds fun, but, uh . . .” Wren pauses. “I can’t drink.”
“Wh—” Sienna’s eyes go wide. “Are you pregnant?” she shouts, a smile stretching across her face.
Wren grins, nodding her head. “We were planning on telling everyone soon.”
“How far along are you,” Minx asks.
“Twelve weeks today,” she says.
“Well, then you can keep drinking whatever it is you’re drinking while we get drunk.” Rivet laughs. “I’ll go first. Never have I ever danced on a table or bar.”
Tink, Sienna, and I all take a drink.
“Those two have worked in bars.” Minx points to Tink and Sienna. “So, I’m not surprised they have. What’s your story?”
“I got wasted on my twenty-first birthday, and my friends talked me into dancing on a bar,” I tell them.
“My turn. Never have I ever flirted with a police officer in hopes of not getting a ticket,” Tink states.
Minx and Rivet drink while Wren sips her nonalcoholic drink.
“Wren! Really?” Sienna looks surprised.
“Yeah, I was young and accidentally ran a stop sign, and I didn’t want my dad getting mad at me for getting a ticket. My turn,” she asks. Sienna nods. “Never have I ever done it in a public place.”
All of us, minus Wren and Minx, drink. I high-five Sienna, who’s sitting next to me.
“That’s actually how I met Shade.” Sienna laughs. We go a few more rounds, and I start getting tipsy. Wren’s been dozing off for the past twenty minutes, and Rivet is laying down, ready to pass out any minute.
“Anyone want to go down to the clubhouse and play a game or two of pool,” Minx asks.
“I’ll go,” I say.
“Me too,” Tink adds.
“Those two are out for the night.” Sienna points to Rivet and Wren. “I’m with them. I’m exhausted.”
“Suit yourselves. Let's go, girls!” Minx hops up, ready to go. Tink and I follow her out the door.
“Where are you three off to,” Chains asks.
“Back to the clubhouse,” I say, bouncing down the stairs of the porch.
“Ah, fuck,” he mutters. “Wait for me.”
“So, Minx, are you really wanting to play pool, or are you going so you can see Raze?” Tink teases her.