Chapter 1
Jett
“Open that throat,” I growled. A petite cut-slut was on her knees in the back office of my new bar, gagging on the shaft of my dick as the head slammed into the back of her throat. The cold tile was probably digging into her bare knees as her head bobbed up and down, but I didn’t give a flying fuck—it was her choice to get down there. With her white V-neck ripped down the middle and her tight jean shorts around her ankles, I watched her plump breasts popping out of her bra as spit ran from her hand at the base of my cock down her tattooed forearm. Tears started to form at the creases of her weathered eyes as she looked up at me, never breaking eye contact. The crow’s feet aged her ten years, at least. She was the definition of rode hard and put away wet, but fuck if I cared in the slightest. She had one purpose in that moment: to swallow my load as I pumped it deep into her gaping mouth.
Once we were done, the blonde hopped up to fix her clothes as best she could. “So, did I get the job?” Her red lipstick was smeared into the cracks around her Cupid’s bow as her lips twisted into a foolishly hopeful smile.
Leaning back against the worn desk behind me, I squinted at the handwritten application she’d handed to me minutes before our encounter. “Mia,” I choked out, thankful for the cheat sheet, “it was lovely for you to come in and apply. We have a lot of applicants to sift through, and my sister will call you in a few days to let you know if you got the job or not.”
Crossing her arms over her exposed chest, she tried to pout. “Come on, Jett. You know you want me to stick around here for more of this stuff.”
Wrong.
Her boney finger traced down my flannel-covered pec as she batted her fake lashes at me. I felt nothing. Not even one ping of guilt for everything that was happening. Try as she might, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I was going to hire her. Needless to say, I wasn’t a cruel man. I didn’t want to be impolite, but I also wanted her to get the fuck out of my sight so I could get back to work. I needed that quick release and I had it. Her presence was no longer required.
“I’m not the one who makes those decisions around here. Katherine will call you.” How many more ways was I going to have to explain this to her?
“Fine. See you around the club house.” She waggled her fingers and hips at me a little before finally leaving me to deal with the mountain of paperwork I had piling up.
Mia.I repeated it to myself a few times.I really need to remember that.
She was one of the typical hang-around wenches who didn’t take hints all too well. She had one role when it came to the company she kept: cum dumpster. I knew I was using her—everyone used her. We all used the girls that matched her description. It was wrong, but we were all consenting adults and the girls knew the game. She wasn’t one of the chicks who would eventually find a biker to make her an old lady; she had been around the club too long and gotten with too many of us for anyone in their right mind to put a ring on that wrinkled finger.
I chuckled to myself about the stupidity of her sad situation. Was it wrong for me to treat her like everyone else did? Probably. Did I care at all? Not even a little. It was just a fact of our lives. There was a hierarchy to the women we kept around. Some didn’t matter other than how well they performed in the bedroom, and then there were the ones who became our queens, ones we would put our lives on the line for, ones who meant everything to our organization. Mia was definitely in the first group. Women like my sister were in the second.
“Really?” Katherine barked at me as she flew into the office like a bat out of hell, hair flying behind her, eyes shooting daggers at me.
“What?” I glanced up at her from the beer order form in my hand. It should have been filled out and sent in already, but it was clutched in my grasp completely blank. “I’m working on it.”
“Do you really think this is about the order forms?” My sister popped out her hip as she groaned. “We’re never going to find good bartenders if you keep sticking your dick inside of them.”
Katherine sat on the edge of my desk with a thud, tapping her foot on the ground, awaiting my poor excuse of a reply.
I shrugged, throwing my pencil down to give her my undivided attention. “Not like she was a real candidate anyway. More than half of the guys have busted a load in or on her at some point. I don’t think that would bode well for business. She’d spend most of the night trying to suck a higher tip out of all our customers’ cocks.”
“You’re the one who wants to keep the applicants close to the club, and most of the girls around here match that fucking description.” Katherine jumped up to pace around the office a few times. “I have ten applicants for this place who I have to throw out now based solely on your ridiculous argument.”
My little sister had gone through hell and come out the other side to become a woman I respected and loved with all of my heart. She was an angel with charred wings and a battered halo, but it made her one badass bitch. I knew she was the perfect business partner for me because she would put me in my place—a task that fell to her more and more these days.
Taking a swig from my beer bottle, I looked up into her raging eyes when she finally paused her pacing and stopped in front of me. “I promise to refrain from fucking applicants from now on. Is that better?”
Her shoulders softened as she ran her dainty fingers through her long locks. “I feel like this was a conversation we never should have needed to have…but yes, that is better.”
“Are you regretting buying the Red Crow with me?” I popped out my bottom lip a little as she melted some more.
“No,” she muttered. “I just didn’t realize your dick was going to be our biggest issue from day one.”
I threw my hands into the air. “I’m only human.”
“Just keep it in your pants for a while.” Shoving my shoulder, she peeked down at the incomplete forms. “These are way more important than you getting your rocks off.”
“Yes ma’am. You’re right.”
A familiar, nagging feeling settled in sharply as I watched Katherine close the door to the office. I had been grasping at straws for years, trying to find something—anything—to feel a sense of purpose in my life.
I had gone from being all I could be in the Army to fighting like hell to save my little sister, finally settling in one place when she was home and safe. I’d joined the Unacceptables MC, but what was left for me? My life had never truly been mine. Was I ever going to feel settled? Would there ever be a sense of home? People like me don’t deserve it, but I still craved it.
Chapter 2