in his mouth, and Brant is talking about having to kick one of the whores out. That peaks my attention.
I slap Brant on the back, and he looks over at me. “Hey. Good thing you’re here. You need to hear this too.”
“So I walked with Ans into your room, and we saw Cici running her mouth to your ole’ lady. From what we heard, Wynter can hold her own when she really wants to.”
Fuck. “Where is that bitch?” I growl.
They both look over at me with questionable expressions, and Bent mutters something about being pussy whipped without even getting laid. I’m gonna laugh my fucking ass off when a girl gets under his skin. He fucking needs an ole’ lady to give him hell every damn day of his life.
I tell them that I’ll catch them later and go in search of Cici; that bitch fucking knows better than to run her mouth to an ole’ lady. We have rules for a reason, and the ole’ ladies are always second in line for respect here; while the club whores are at the bottom.
Checking in a few different rooms, I don’t see her. Just when I’m about to give up, she slinks around a corner, and makes a beeline right to me.
“Jase baby,” she purrs. She runs a nail down my chest, and I push her up against the wall.
Leaning in close, I whisper, “Don’t ever fucking talk to my ole’ lady again. I will make sure you will regret it if you do.” Pulling away, her eyes are wide, and she scrambles away from under me, running down the hall. Least I know I got my point across.
Walking down the hallway towards my room, I pause before I open the door. Fuck maybe Bentley’s right.
Walking into the room, I see Wynter sitting by herself. When she looks up, she has a big smile on her face.
“Hey,” she squeaks.
I walk over to the bed, and stand right in front of her. Leaning forward, I press her body into the mattress, and kiss her lips. “Hi,” I murmur as I move to her neck.
She sighs, and her hands go to my hair. She tugs gently, almost like she’s afraid to hurt me. When I finally pull away from her, I can see the lust in her eyes. She wants me almost as bad as I want her.
As much as I want to take her, I want to do this shit right. Something I’ve never done before, waiting. Even if it fucking kills me, I’m gonna go at her pace. Do this shit by her rules.
“I heard what happened with Cici and I dealt with her.” I sit next to her, and turn her so I can run my hand over her stomach. She looks up at me from the bed, and gives me a questionable look.
“What do you mean dealt with her?” she asks quietly.
“Don’t worry sugar I didn’t hurt her. I just told her to stay away from you.” She lets out the breath she was holding, and her hands land on my arm.
“You really thought I meant I hurt her?”
“No! I just didn’t know what you meant. I would never want you to hurt someone because of me.”
“Baby I would kill for you. I just don’t kill bitches unless they endanger the lives of any of my brothers or family.” Her eyes widen a little but she nods her head.
“I think I understand that,” she mumbles. I lean down and kiss her lips once more before I grab the bag from beside me and open it. I pull out the new prepay, and dial my number in, and call my own phone. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look at her yet. After I check my phone and find Anslie’s number, I send her a text, so she has Wyn’s number too.
The phone beeps with a new text message, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Anslie: Remember what I said. If you really want him, GO FOR IT!
I hand the phone over to Wynter, and see her face turn bright red. “I can’t believe she wrote that,” she says covering her face.
“So you want me huh?” I goad her.
She shakes her head, “No we were talking about some other biker. Gah! I’m going to kill her.” She gives me a pouty face, and I can’t help but laugh.
I’m glad she sent that message,
I slap Brant on the back, and he looks over at me. “Hey. Good thing you’re here. You need to hear this too.”
“So I walked with Ans into your room, and we saw Cici running her mouth to your ole’ lady. From what we heard, Wynter can hold her own when she really wants to.”
Fuck. “Where is that bitch?” I growl.
They both look over at me with questionable expressions, and Bent mutters something about being pussy whipped without even getting laid. I’m gonna laugh my fucking ass off when a girl gets under his skin. He fucking needs an ole’ lady to give him hell every damn day of his life.
I tell them that I’ll catch them later and go in search of Cici; that bitch fucking knows better than to run her mouth to an ole’ lady. We have rules for a reason, and the ole’ ladies are always second in line for respect here; while the club whores are at the bottom.
Checking in a few different rooms, I don’t see her. Just when I’m about to give up, she slinks around a corner, and makes a beeline right to me.
“Jase baby,” she purrs. She runs a nail down my chest, and I push her up against the wall.
Leaning in close, I whisper, “Don’t ever fucking talk to my ole’ lady again. I will make sure you will regret it if you do.” Pulling away, her eyes are wide, and she scrambles away from under me, running down the hall. Least I know I got my point across.
Walking down the hallway towards my room, I pause before I open the door. Fuck maybe Bentley’s right.
Walking into the room, I see Wynter sitting by herself. When she looks up, she has a big smile on her face.
“Hey,” she squeaks.
I walk over to the bed, and stand right in front of her. Leaning forward, I press her body into the mattress, and kiss her lips. “Hi,” I murmur as I move to her neck.
She sighs, and her hands go to my hair. She tugs gently, almost like she’s afraid to hurt me. When I finally pull away from her, I can see the lust in her eyes. She wants me almost as bad as I want her.
As much as I want to take her, I want to do this shit right. Something I’ve never done before, waiting. Even if it fucking kills me, I’m gonna go at her pace. Do this shit by her rules.
“I heard what happened with Cici and I dealt with her.” I sit next to her, and turn her so I can run my hand over her stomach. She looks up at me from the bed, and gives me a questionable look.
“What do you mean dealt with her?” she asks quietly.
“Don’t worry sugar I didn’t hurt her. I just told her to stay away from you.” She lets out the breath she was holding, and her hands land on my arm.
“You really thought I meant I hurt her?”
“No! I just didn’t know what you meant. I would never want you to hurt someone because of me.”
“Baby I would kill for you. I just don’t kill bitches unless they endanger the lives of any of my brothers or family.” Her eyes widen a little but she nods her head.
“I think I understand that,” she mumbles. I lean down and kiss her lips once more before I grab the bag from beside me and open it. I pull out the new prepay, and dial my number in, and call my own phone. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look at her yet. After I check my phone and find Anslie’s number, I send her a text, so she has Wyn’s number too.
The phone beeps with a new text message, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Anslie: Remember what I said. If you really want him, GO FOR IT!
I hand the phone over to Wynter, and see her face turn bright red. “I can’t believe she wrote that,” she says covering her face.
“So you want me huh?” I goad her.
She shakes her head, “No we were talking about some other biker. Gah! I’m going to kill her.” She gives me a pouty face, and I can’t help but laugh.
I’m glad she sent that message,
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