Personally, I’m still shaken from her pulling that shit. “No idea, brother.”
“Chick’s a goddamn fruit loop.” He downs his whiskey. “Can’t believe she just claimed your ass in the middle of the clubhouse, too.”
Saint laughs beside me, and I growl, thinking about punching him next. No way was she layin’ claim. “That was a fuckin’ tantrum, that’s it. Bitch was showing off for Princess. Anybody claims anyone; it’ll be me fucking her until she can’t run that damn mouth of hers.”
“Trouble in paradise?” he asks, and I glare. He’s the only fucker in this place, besides Ex, who has enough guts to give me shit, especially about Bethany.
“She’s driving me crazy,” I finally admit.
“Crazy is how I’d describe her.” He nods, and I grunt.
“She stares at me all innocent and shit at the house. Just wanna bend her over and spank her ass.”
“Maybe you should. It’d bypass this bullshit y’all are going through right now. I had to just say fuck it with Princess and make her mine so she’d quit fuckin’ around.”
And none of us will ever forget it, either. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen; not to mention, I had B on my cock right after that went down. Shrugging, I tip my longneck back and finish off the beer.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do about her yet. I’m still pissed inside and want her ass walking on eggshells a while longer, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. This last week she’s slept right down the hall from me, and I’ve held her twice. Her and those fucking dreams, they screw her up in the middle of the night, bad.
Crazy thing is, once I hold her, she sleeps like the dead. I can move around, shower, get dressed, whatever, and nothing wakes her. When she’s by herself, she tosses and turns, cries out, you name it. I know because I like to watch her sleep. I witness it every night.
I can’t believe she just came over here and pulled that on Honey and me. I have to give Bethany some credit; she completely surprised everyone with that one.
“Your band have a gig this weekend?” Chaos pipes up. He’s pretty quiet; one of the reasons why I don’t mind him.
“Yeah, out at Shorty’s.”
“Bet, I’ll head over with you. Friday or Saturday?”
“Both.”
He nods. “You should get some pussy, take your mind off her.” He gestures in Bethany’s direction. While that would’ve sounded good before, it does nothing for me now. The only pussy I want riding my dick belongs to that hotheaded chick that just laid one hell of a kiss on my mouth.
“She smells another bitch on you, you may not wake up in the morning.” Viking chuckles, and I grin. It’s probably true though. Good thing I won’t have to worry about that.
“Fucked up.” I shake my head.
“How ‘bout I tell Odin to babysit. Me and Princess could ride up, you could show B?”
“Not sure she’d like that sort of thing.”
Chaos sighs. “Bullshit. Chicks are all over your cock once they see you play.”
He has a point; it could win her over a little. I can keep fucking with her here and there and then really hook her. This time when she falls for me, I plan to make sure she never goes anywhere.
“Why you single, Chaos?”
He shrugs. “I had a woman when I first started playing football. She gave me my daughter then split. That was enough for me.”
That’s right. His daughter visits on her college breaks sometimes. “You haven’t been on a run to Alabama in a whole minute. Your kid okay?” That’s also how he met our moonshine contact. The stuff here at the club is the real deal—homemade and everything.
“She moved up north with her boyfriend.”
“No shit?”
He nods. “He went to play for the Patriots.”
“Holy fuck, brother; that’s awesome.”