“So what? She was different, and she could handle the two of us. She’s not like every other woman, and she didn’t play favorites, or try to see if one of us would fight for her.”
Paul and Leo were known for sharing their women. Some women had even tried to get the boys to fight each other for a chance to fuck her. That wasn’t something James liked. Fortunately, both men had turned the pussy down before they would fight with each other. Sharing a woman wasn’t unheard of around the Dirty Fuckers MC. They had all shared a woman at some point, and none of them cared if someone was watching as they fucked. James wondered if Cora would give a shit if he bent her over the pool table and took what he wanted from her with the guys watching. He wouldn’t let them join in unless she wanted them to.
His cock began to swell, and he forced himself to focus on the two ugly fuckers in front of him. They were never going to be the kind of people he wanted to help with his problem. His swelling dick was only ever going to be satisfied by a woman. He needed to focus on his men, not on himself.
“She took your cock, didn’t pass out or complain, and you’re in love?”
“We’re not in love, and she’s not interested in anything more. Anyway, you had a good afternoon?” Leo asked, changing the subject.
The two men were in love, and they didn’t even know it yet.
Rolling his eyes, James took his beer, and left the two men to pout. Two women had entered their club, and now he was at risk of two of his men wanting to settle for one woman. Well, it wasn’t his problem. If Stacey was anything like Cora, he understood the two men.
Heading toward the back room, he saw Pixie was sitting there, watching Richard, the lawyer, at work once again. Wow, it had to be a hard case Richard was working on for him to have spent another day at the clubhouse in the same week. Usually Richard liked to have plenty of time between visits, but this was his second time in the same week.
Taking a seat, he saw Drake was also fucking another woman in the corner. James didn’t know who the woman was, and wasn’t interested in finding out. Part of him wished he was still back at Cora’s house, bringing her to orgasm again.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Pixie glanced over at him. “Not a lot. Richard turned up desperate to relieve his stress. Chloe was more than happy for him to work her over. It has been a long time since Richard worked with her.”
“Wasn’t that because she was worried she was starting to fall in love with him?” James asked.
They were not a place to offer up their women for sex. The women were free to fuck and do whoever they liked. None of the women would ever get hurt at the club. In fact, one woman had been visiting the club, Laura he believed her name was, and she’d taken a guy to the backroom, and the bastard had gone fucking crazy on her, hurting her. He’d locked Laura inside one of the rooms, and they’d heard her screams and cries for help. All of them had banded together, broken the door down, and taken the fucker out. By the time the night was over, Laura had been taken care of, and the guy was never seen or heard from again. They didn’t offer their women up for sex. The women who came to the club were free to do whatever they wanted, within reason. What James wouldn’t have is his women upset or hurt. It had been Chloe who came to him worried about her feelings for Richard. She was a sweet little thing with two kids. The father had run off with his secretary. James liked her. She worked hard at the diner, and asked for protection from the club in case anything happened. The club was more than happy to help her out. If she wanted to, she fucked any of the brothers she could. If she didn’t want to, they still offered her protection. They didn’t go swapping protection for sexual favors. They were not that kind of club who needed to bribe women for fucks. There was plenty of pussy available for all of them.
“Chloe said she could handle it, and if he needed her, then she was more than happy to help him.” Pixie shrugged. “I’m not going to start telling her what she can’t do or not.”
James looked toward Richard and Chloe, really not liking it, but there was nothing he could do. Richard wasn’t a cruel man, and he’d keep Chloe in the picture. They were well suited together, and it had been Chloe who took a step back from Richard, not the other way around. He recalled Richard had been pretty upset when Chloe wouldn’t have anything more to do with him. Still, Richard had backed down, and given Chloe the space she needed.
“What’s going on with you and Cora?” Pixie asked.
“Wow, it has been an entire day and you still know her name. I’m surprised.”
Pixie rarely remembered anyone’s name.
“What can I say, I’m full of surprises,” Pixie said.
“We’ve agreed we’re fucking each other.” James smiled just thinking about how much fun bedroom talk was with Cora. She’d made it fun and exciting.
“That’s a step up, I guess. You going to be sharing that?” Pixie asked.
James gave him a pointed look. He wasn’t going to cross any of their boundaries just yet. He’d known the woman twenty-four hours, and he wasn’t going to push his luck. Cora wasn’t a woman you rushed into anything. She’d be ready in her own good time.
“Bitch will probably try to mold you into some kind of fucking husband,” Pixie said.
“Don’t.” James wasn’t in the mood to deal with Pixie’s childish behavior. Cora was the first woman to turn Pixie down.
“What? She got under your skin?”
“You got a problem with me fucking her?” James asked, glaring at him.
“I saw her fucking first.”
Cora’s words about them being teenagers in men’s bodies entered his mind. Right at that moment, Cora hadn’t been more right. Shaking his head, he stood up, glaring down at him.
“Don’t even pull that fucking card with me. She didn’t want you. She wanted me, so keep your shit out of my face,” James said, leaving the room, and heading out of the clubhouse. Sitting down on the outside of his club, he overlooked the town of Greater Falls. It was a large place, more than suited for the club. They had made a place for themselves here, and not one that he wanted to ruin. Pixie’s childish attitude had pissed him off. What gave him the right to go all pissy? He’d seen her first, so fucking what? It was James that Cora wanted, no one else.
“He doesn’t mean shit by what he says,” Caleb said, coming out of the club to sit with him.