That’s what happens when you screech, “Watch me, I’m as fast as a bolt.” Then start running slow as fuck.
It wasn’t just once either. He was a broken record.
After tilting the neck of the bottle toward him in thanks, I turn toward Sidewinder. He looks at Bolt for a moment too long and then his eyes sweep across the clubhouse.
My eyebrows pull together, my tone curious, “You lookin’ for someone?”
He takes a quick swig of his beer before shaking his head and turning toward the bar and putting his back to the rest of the room. “Naw,” he grunts, “just seeing what’s what. Probably gonna get wild tonight,” he says the words, but he doesn’t sound particularly happy about it.
I’m not either.
Sure, I’m up for a good party, don’t get me wrong. But my liver won’t object to me taking a weekend off.
“We’re not kids anymore. Shit hits different on this side of 30,” I complain.
He glances and me and smirks. “Talk about yourself old timer,” he teases me.
I give him a shove, “Oh fuck off with all that. Like I don’t hear the groans you let out when all you’re doing is standing. Hate to hear the noises you’d make if you were using those knees to bang someone from behind.”
“Who is he fucking from behind?” Opal’s voice is breezy as she waltzes toward her normal spot behind the bar.
That’s not to say she’s just a bartender around here. Fuck no. Honestly, we wouldn’t be able to function without Opal. She manages the clubhouse day-to-day and makes it livable. She knows everyone’s favorites and she makes sure to have them on hand. She spoils us, honestly.
Her eyes flash up to Sidewinder, but they don’t hold.
“None of your business,” he fires at her with no real heat in the words.
“Right, right,” Opal concedes and raises her hands.
I’m about to ask why she’s letting him off the hook so easily when she never lets me get away with that shit. Before I can open my mouth, a hand wraps around my bicep and squeezes.
Looking over I find Lola standing there with her blonde hair sleek and straight while her tits are practically spilling out of the top she’s wearing. I glance over at Playboy to find him cuddling up with Sindi and I know exactly what is going on.
“Lola,” I tip my voice low because I’m not about embarrassing people. At least, not unnecessarily. “If you’re angling to make Playboy jealous or some shit, it’s not going to fly. You’re a club whore. Remember your place.”
My words are true and I keep the venom and annoyance I’m feeling out of them. But it’s not easy.
Something flashes in Lola’s eyes, but it’s gone before I can figure out what it is. The smile she gives me is seductive, but my dick isn’t interested. Not even a little bit.
“I know what my place is,” she purrs the words. “I’m here for the pleasure of the brothers and you, VP, are definitely a brother. What can I do for you? You want to feel pleasure like you’ve never known before?”
I almost snort out a laugh, but I swallow it down. Right along with the rest of my beer.
The bottle lands on the bar top and Opal looks up from inventory or whatever the fuck she’s doing. Her lip curls when she sees Lola, but she doesn’t say anything. She can’t; it wouldn’t be her place and she fucking knows it.
Not bothering to answer Lola, I step back from the bar, and nod toward Opal and Sidewinder. “I’m out. Have a good night. Can’t wait to see that rust bucket when it arrives at the shop.”
“Fuck off,” he grumbles.
I cut my eyes at Lola and shake my head which has her pouting, but she doesn’t try to follow me when I walk out of the clubhouse. When I’m out the door and headed toward my place, which isn’t a far walk which I use to clear my head, I glance back at the giant factory and warehouse we converted into the clubhouse.
They tried to bring manufacturing to Dogwood Ridge, but then the company went belly up. It was some tech thing too, which could have been good for our town. Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.
Everything was gutted and the only thing used when all was said and done was the shell of the building. We’d rather people underestimate the club based on what we want them to see, and the outside sure as fuck isn’t fancy. Little do most people know that we have top of the line shit inside.
It helps when you can earn bank by bending the law.
The moment I step inside my house, I breathe a little easier. I have no fucking idea what is going on with me lately, but I needto get my head in the game. Something’s coming, I can feel it the same way you do when a storm is on the horizon.