I’m an idiot.
Taking a swig of my beer, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“Need something stronger to take the edge off?” MaryAnn, one of the club hangarounds, runs her red nails along my neck, and up to my mouth. “I could get that scowl off your face.”
“Not interested,” I bark, grabbing her fingers and bending them back.
“Ouch. No need to be so rough.” She rubs and massages her fingers.
“Get out of my face. Go find someone else to latch onto.”
She laughs. Her big tits jiggle, nearly spilling out of the black leather bikini top she’s wearing. MaryAnn stuck around after I took over. She was one of Marek’s playthings and was hurt when she learned I wouldn’t be carrying on the tradition of her fucking the club Prez.
She’s been with the club for a few years and loves being of service to the members. She knows my men and what they like.
Plus, the guys love to titty fuck her, so I kept her around. She’s always been good people. But right now, she is on my shit list.
“So touchy. I’m beginning to think you like dick. Didn’t you get married today? And here you are in a room full of hard up cocks. What’s a matter? Won’t any of your men let you shove it in their ass?” She smirks, and I lose my cool.
I push back my stool and get up in her face. “Let’s get one thing straight, bitch. Only pussy I want or need is at home waiting for me. My wife has pussy so good I waited nearly six months to fuck her. In those six months not once did my dick stray. So what makes you think I would ever stick my dick in your cum bucket of a snatch?” I’m so pissed spit flies out of my mouth and lands on her face.
She makes a face but doesn’t back down.
“I know you don’t want to fuck me, Hades. What I want to know is if you love her so much what are you doing here, drowning your sorrows on your wedding night. I simply wanted to get a rise out of you, so you’d get that damn chip off your shoulder and it worked.” She smiles at me. “So, I will ask you again. What are you doing leaving your pretty little bride home alone?”
“I’d like to know the answer to that?” Sara’s voice makes my neck snap sideways.
Cupid is standing behind her looking guilty as fuck.
Traitorous bastard.
“Hey, Cupid. Longtime no fuck.” MaryAnn saunters over to him.
“Looking good tonight, baby doll. Whatta ya say you and me head upstairs.”
MaryAnn winks at me as she leads Cupid to her room.
I owe her an apology for how I spoke to her, but that can wait. Right now, I need to make shit right with my wife.
Fuck me. Sara looks so damn sad. Her eyes are swollen with tears. I look her over taking in her appearance. She’s got on a pair of denim cutoffs with my t-shirt and her property patch on over it.
I look down at her flipflops. “You rode here with Cupid with Goddamn Daisy Dukes and flipflops on, Sara! Don’t ever fucking do that again. You could have fucking burned your leg or fucking lost a foot had he wrecked. Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again.” Tears well up in her eyes. “C’mere.” I pull her into me, breathing in the honeysuckle scent of her hair.
“I’m sorry I left. I shouldn’t have bailed on you. I’m a dick. Can you forgive me?”
She swallows hard but nods into the crook of my neck as her tears rain down on me. “Easy, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I rub soothing circles on her back up under her vest.
“Don’t ever give up on me, Sara. You’re my Flame. The only thing that keeps my fire burning. You make me the man that I am. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“But you did,” her soft voice whispers into my neck.
“I’m sorry, Sara. I won’t do it again. I swear.” As I say the words I pray it is a promise I don’t have to break.
Chapter 12
Sara
After our fight, Danny and I stayed in his room at the clubhouse. There isn’t much