Stud laughed. “I’ve got to watch this.”
Bear threw him a confident look as he attempted to sidle up next to T.A., but a remark from Crazy Bitch had him turning on the heel of his boot, returning to his side.
“Fucking bitch. You have to get them under control, Stud. They’re making a fool out of us.” Bear angrily picked up his beer.
“It’s only been a couple of weeks. They’ll adjust,” Stud said.
“Those bitches aren’t planning on adjusting, they’re planning on neutering us and doing a good job of it,” Bear snapped back, his face red.
“Give it time.” Stud ignored Bear’s angry remarks, knowing that his anger, and that of his brothers, came from being unable to get in the women’s pants. Most of his men had already had their eyes on their particular favorites, but not a one of them stood a chance in hell.
“What’s that asshole doing?” Bear said as Pike took his chance with the women. His seductive expression turned angry when Killyama danced close, using her body to bump him away from Fat Louise. Aggravated when he almost tripped over another brother and his old lady, he retreated to his own table who all jeered at him as he returned unsuccessfully.
“The only way those bitches are going to take any of us on is if Sex Piston lets them. One of us would have to take that ware bitch on and I don’t know a man here who’s going to let that bitch put a hand on his balls,” Bear said glumly as he took a swig of his beer.
Stud listened to his vice president as he watched the bitches leave the dance floor as T.A. went to the bar for another bottle of Tequila.
A smile came to his lips as a thought occurred to him; a way he could take care of one of the club’s biggest problem in one night. Bear was wrong; there was one man in the club more than willing to let Sex Piston near his balls.
* * *
Sex Piston rolled over. Her freaking head was ready to explode. Carefully rising up on her elbow, she put her hand to her head, pushing back the tangled mess so that she could see in the dim room. She groaned, recognizing one of the bedrooms in the clubhouse. The cool air hitting her naked breasts had her looking down at her bareness at the same time she realized that she was just as naked under the sheet around her lower body.
A movement at her side had her head turning and staring down at the man lying beside her naked. His sleeping face was easily recognizable as Sex Piston gasped in shock, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Carefully, she slid to the edge of the bed before getting to her feet as silently as possible. She wrapped the sheet around her and took a cautious step forward trying to find her clothes.
“Going somewhere? I thought you wanted another round before you left.” Stud’s amused voice came from the rumpled bed.
Sex Piston tensed, humiliated at what she had allowed to happen. Gathering her shattered dignity, she turned back to face him.
“Asshole, where are my clothes?”