She nods. “He blames himself. I’ve lost him.”
With a jerk, I disagree. “No. Far from it. He may’ve fucked up, but he’ll come to his senses and that’s when everyone in his path will be mowed over so he can get back to you.”
With a sniffle and fresh tremble of her lips, the shattered female admits, “I sure hope you’re right, Odin, because he’s my life.”
She wasn’t looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
-Atticus
I sit quietly watching as the new girl packs her meager belongings. Everyone around here knows not to step on Princess’s toes; this girl was a dumbass not to heed our warnings. She could’ve had her pick of the new prospects coming in with the set of perky tits she’s sporting, but that won’t be happening now.
Honey flicks her gaze my way, no doubt thinking the same things I am. She learned the hard way believing she’d come between Nightmare and his ol’ lady. She’s lucky to still be around. Had she not backed off and made amends with Nightmare’s lack of interest she’d have been put out on her ass too.
Like it or not, that’s the way things are when you’re a club slut for the Oath Keepers MC. Not only are the members super picky about the pussy they let hang around, but they’re ol’ ladies are tough bitches that they covet above all others. Every one of us club sluts wishes we’d belong to a brother and wear their patch, but that’s not reality. We may fantasize about them putting us on the back of their bikes, along with giving us the ol’ lady title, but I’m not stupid enough to believe it’d ever happen. We’re their good time, not their forever.
“That’s all my stuff. Good luck with this bunch of dicks,” the new girl mutters as she slides her backpack over her shoulder and sends us a peace sign.
Honey and I don’t say a word, just send her off with a perfected fake smile. I have nothing to say to her. Like I mentioned, she should’ve listened to us. It’s her loss to be put out on the street; I know what I’d be missing by fucking up around here. Of course, the brothers can be assholes and they’re rough around the edges, but they protect us and they’re damn good to us at the end of the day. We make them feel like gods when they need it, and in return, we have what we need to get by. Coming from a rough childhood, it’s a fair trade-off in my eyes.
Once we’re alone, Honey turns to me again. “Dumbass!” she mutters, and I snort in agreement.
“That’s an understatement. She’s fortunate Princess was out of it or she’d probably be leaving on a stretcher. I can’t believe the brothers allowed her to stay for two extra nights or that Princess hadn’t ripped her hair out in the last forty-eight hours.”
She hums in agreement. “It’s because she went to Blaze crying and whining about not having anywhere to go yet. He’s been fucking her ever since she showed up here, so she got to sleep in his bed. Odin found out about it today and gave her the boot for good.”
My brows rise at this new information. Honey’s a little too good about listening to things when no one thinks she is. Many of the guys underestimate her sneakiness. “You saw Odin?”
Everyone around here knows I have a soft spot for him the size of a mountain. He may be fifteen years younger than me, but that means absolutely nothing. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on and happens to own the biggest cock I’ve ever sucked. The man is so much more than what meets the eyes.
“Yeah. I overheard him talking about it with Blaze and then I saw him go into the room Princess is staying in afterward. Probably checking in to see if she’s hung herself. At this rate, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
My teeth grit at her flippant remark. I don’t know how she can be so crass and unfeeling about someone going through what Princess is right now. “I can’t believe this whole thing is going down. I should make sure Odin doesn’t need anything.”
She snorts, wearing a smirk on her lips. “You haven’t gotten him off in how long?” Her remark burns just a bit. She obviously believes that I’m nothing to Odin.
I shrug, because fuck her and her cutting words. She may not care about any of the guys, but I do. I’m a piece of ass to most of them, but they’ve become my family—the only one that I’ve got too. “That’s irrelevant. The two people closest to him are going through some serious shit, and it must be stressful on him. I can only imagine what he must be thinking.”
“Whatever! If you want him to angry fuck your mouth until it hurts to swallow for a week, that’s up to you. Personally, I’m staying far, far away from the temper tantrum he’s on edge of releasing. I happen to like my tonsils intact.”
I could be just as catty in return and remark about her maybe getting back into Blaze’s bed after being replaced by the new girl. I don’t, though; I hold my tongue. I’m not anything like her, but damn do I want to knock her down a peg or two...or three. I’m a better person than her and I’ll stay that way, thank you very much. I’ve had people talk down to me my entire life and no matter what Honey says, Odin’s never been one of them.
I won’t sink to that level either, and besides, I’ve grown used to Honey’s snarky comments having to share a room with her and the other club sluts. She’s all bark and no bite. Besides, she’s also had to deal with a case of crabs from a brother visiting from another club, so she’s had payback already.
Exhaling, I grab my coal-colored fake leather leggings and a fitted scarlet, long-sleeved shirt. Nothing fancy, but it does the trick. The front portion directly over my breasts laces up leaving plenty to be seen, and the brothers always groan when they notice me wearing it. The weather’s changing enough that the blistering Texas heat is finally cooling down enough to enjoy the outside and I can break out all my favorite leggings. “I need to shower,” I reply, blowing her comment off completely and head for the crowded bathroom we must share.
Chaos is the first of the brothers I run into as I’m leaving my room. I send my handsome friend a bright smile. “Hey, Chaos. Did you eat dinner? I could make you a plate if you’d like.”
He grins. “I’m good, darlin’, but thanks for checking on me.” He sends me a wink, his eyes dropping to my shirt. “Jesus, woman; I tell you every time I see you in this. It’s the God’s truth, though, you have the best set of tits I’ve ever seen.”
My smile widens. Any woman would be lucky to be the receiver of his compliments. He’s an ex pro football player with a salt and pepper mane that has women of all ages panting after him. I’m sure he has many young ladies popping up with some wild daddy fantasies. I know I’ve never minded one bit having his attention on me. He’s also one of the sweetest, most respectful men at the clubhouse, and those are a rare gem to discover.
“Coming from you, Chaos, it never gets old.”
And it’s the truth. Any of these good-looking men finding me attractive is one hell of an ego boost. Honey’s younger than me, and the ol’ ladies are all beautiful as well. Sometimes I can be a little too hard on myself; I’m my own self-esteem’s worse enemy it seems. I know all too well that just because a man will fuck you, it doesn’t mean he wants to cherish and love you. It can be a hard pill to swallow on some days, but it’s one you must make peace with or it’ll eat you up.
He pulls me in closer, right next to his barstool. The big guy wraps his arm around my back, resting his massive palm on my hip. “What’re you up to, sweetheart?”