Mercenary’s the newest patched member now. He’s been an Oath Keeper for a while, but to this club, he’s the lowest on the totem pole. Adding in a few prospects could go either way and if Viking catches wind that Mercenary was the first to speak up in support, well, it may not be a picnic for him either.
Mercenary smartly keeps his mouth shut, but Torch turns to me. Growing up, I always thought he was the scariest asshole out there besides my father and brother. He has this way of looking through someone, like they’re already dead to him. I feel for the idiot who finally attempts to date his daughter. “Nightmare’s right, but we already voted on this. I say bring them in. If they end up being worth a shit, then one less thing Viking will have to deal with. He’d delegate it to us anyhow and then give final approval.”
Torch rarely disagrees with Nightmare, but I catch Night nodding in my peripheral vision. They’ve grown to mutually respect each other over the past few years. It was touch and go when we first merged clubs, but both sides have proved themselves and their loyalty to the Oath Keepers MC.
Waiting a beat, I give everyone else a moment in case they want to weigh in on it as well. They say nothing, so I take it as they’re in agreement or else don’t want to verbally support whatever ends up being the wrong decision. “Like I said, if you have anyone in mind, bring them this week. If not, we’ll play it by ear.”
Adding more smoke to the small room, Smokey puffs on his cigarette. The Marlboro hangs from his lips as he rasps, “How about some more club sluts?”
I don’t know how this guy’s still the treasurer, let alone fucking women at his age. He’s gotta be pushing eighty. His wrinkly old ass looks like it anyhow.
My eyes begin to sting as the carbon monoxide toxins float closer. I’m used to the brothers smoking, but in here it’s like a damn hotbox. Someone should put me out of my misery and light a fucking joint already. “You still get it up, old man?” I grin his way and the others follow in the razzing.
“Bet I can last longer than you, VP.”
Ignoring his dig, I shrug. “I’m good with Cherry and Honey. Brothers?” I ask the table and they nod. Blaze mutters that he’ll always welcome more pussy.
“’Course you are, VP. Cherry warms your bed more than any other,” Smokey replies.
“Can’t help it if my cock’s bigger than all you fuckers.”
“Bullshit,” Nightmare snorts.
“All right then, we can test out a few club whores. No nasty bitches either. Make sure you tell them their asses are getting tested if they plan on fucking any of us. Anything else?”
They all stare at me, so I slam the gavel down. They jump to their feet but not before I call out, “You fuckers have to tell Cherry and Honey!”
It’s the least they can do; after all, it’ll be my and my brother’s skin if he’s not happy with the changes.
Catching Odin on his way into the bar from church, I hand him his favorite beer before he makes it to a seat. “Hey sexy, I thought you might be thirsty.”
“Thanks, Cherry.” He winks and tugs me to rest my ass against his firm thigh. His palm sits low on my belly, the touch igniting my need to feel him inside me all over again. He doesn’t fuck me much, but I suck his cock anytime he’ll allow me to. On the occasion he wants to be buried in my pussy, it’s what I’d imagine Christmas morning is to some people. I never had any of those fancy holidays but having Odin’s hot cum spurt deep inside is one of my favorite things for sure.
Torch takes the seat beside Odin and I lean into his solid frame a bit more. Torch is really picky about women touching him, so I want to offer him as much space as possible. Blaze comes around the other side of the bar, setting a rocks glass of whiskey in front of Torch before turning his attention on me. His bright gaze twinkles, always a flirt, yet the blue’s a deeper shade than Odin’s.
“Did our O tell you we may be getting some fresh meat around here?”
I flick a coy glance back at Odin. He smirks but stays quiet. “No, he hasn’t told me. So, new brothers?”
“Prospects,” Torch rumbles and Blaze cuts in.
“And new hang arounds. We can never have too much unclaimed pussy running free around here. I’m making it my mission in this life to fuck as much as possible.”
Swallowing, the beam stays rooted on my face. The last thing I want to do is smile, but I must keep face. If the brothers catch even a hint of us not being willing to share or get along with other girls, they give you the boot. I’ve been here long enough to just keep my mouth shut and ride through it. Sure, the brothers fuck the new chicks more than me or Honey when they arrive, but then they get tired of their shit and they get kicked out or the women figure out that this life isn’t for them. It stings, however, knowing that I’ll be sharing Odin again and soon. It’s been a while since he’d paid any attention to another club whore or piece of ass he’s found elsewhere and I’d like for it to stay that way.
My throat grows tight, but I swallow the sensation, shoving it down with a sip of Odin’s beer. I can’t allow him to see that it bothers me or else he’ll never touch me again. I’ve known him long enough to have watched multiple women grow attached. He always makes it loud and clear that he belongs to no one and never will.
The last chick who tried to stake some sort of claim on him, well, he fucked me in front of her. It was on her own bed to rub salt in the wound and then he told her to pack her shit and get out. Odin’s a bastard if you don’t take what he says seriously and who can blame him? He’s beautiful and the youngest Vice President in Oath Keeper history.
Not only that, but his brother is a legend in the biker scene. Both men came from one of the meanest clubs in the south and got the original Oath Keepers to merge the two clubs. Odin’s a powerhouse, loyal to a fault and if anyone’s in his way, male or female, they get mowed over. I refuse to be the next casualty, especially not when each morning he’s the first person I think of when I wake up.
With a chuckle, Odin squeezes my bicep. “Cherry’s a good woman. She doesn’t care about who’s getting their dick wet as long as the brothers are happy.”
Torch’s brow jumps, and his head tilts as he stares me down. I swear the man can see straight through to my soul. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything, but I know he can read me better than any of the other brothers. Blinking, I draw in a breath and with an exhale make sure my mask is firmly in place. “Of course, I want you guys happy.” That much is true and he’s right to an extent. I don’t care who’s fucking if I’m the one satisfying the VP.
Licking his lips, Torch asks, “Did Odin tell you about Mercy coming into town?”
“Oh yeah?” I say, concentrating on my voice not rising. I was up close and personal with him bouncing between her and me and other women. It was a disaster, or I should say she was. The woman is nothing but trouble.