Loco, page 8
I wondered why was he suddenly acting so nervous. I didn’t know Riley, but I knew when someone was acting weird. A feeling at the back of my neck made the hairs stand up. I sensed that I wasn’t going to like what I saw when I turned my head, but I slowly looked behind me anyway. At first all I saw was a room full of people who were mingling, laughing, dancing, and fucking. I scanned the room, and then I did a double take.
I’d found Loco.
Relaxing in a booth while talking to the man sitting next to him.
A half-naked woman had straddled him and was rocking against him.
I scowled and narrowed my eyes at them. Were they actually fucking?! It was hard to tell. It didn’t matter, their movements were telling. They might as well have been.
I froze, barely breathing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The truth of who he was was right there, and it was killing me. And why? I didn’t own him. He wasn’t mine. Yet the hurt that was suddenly filling me was almost unbearable. It felt like the kind of betrayal that would be difficult to recover from. Again, I asked myself why I was feeling this way, when Loco had made his feelings clear. He’d been open about the kind of man that he was. Maybe this was just another way for him to make sure there were no misunderstandings between us.
That going forward this was what I could expect from him.
I swallowed and felt the telltale burn of tears at my eyes, but clenched my teeth to hold them back. He didn’t deserve them. He wouldn’t care. And do you know how I knew that? Because he glanced up and caught me watching them. With a smirk, he motioned me over to him as if nothing were wrong. Was he fucking kidding? The jerk was too much! But I went over anyway, determined to prove to him that I was unaffected by what he was doing.
I wasn’t going to let him hurt me.
“Millie…”
I heard the concern in Rylie’s voice. Was he worried that I’d cause a scene? I waved him off. “I’m okay. It was nice meeting you.”
I don’t know where I found the fortitude to make my way over to Loco’s table, but I did. I was proud of myself for keeping my head held high and a look on my face that I hoped would convince him that he wasn’t ripping my heart out. The woman grinding against his cock gave me the side-eye and then dismissed me. The noises escaping through her parted, scarlet lips almost caused me to roll my eyes, they sounded so fake.
“What?” I asked him from the other side of his table. There were others there, I could feel their interest in me, their curiosity, but I ignored them. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on Loco and not look down to see if he and the woman were actually doing the dirty.
“I’ll bring you home in a few.” I watched as his hand dropped to the woman’s bare breast, toying with her nipple. His face was cold and revealed nothing. “Have some fun in the meantime.”
I didn’t think that I could hate anyone more than I did him in that moment, other than myself for getting into this position in the first place. But I’d been fooling myself to think that a man like Loco would be interested in anything meaningful with me. I just stood there for a minute digesting what I was witnessing, unable to take my eyes off his, satisfied and a little surprised when his filled with something like regret. But it didn’t change anything. He was still sitting there. The woman was still grinding on him. After a few seconds more, I gave my head a shake.
I would not react.
Reacting would show him that I cared.
“I can always find someone else to take me home,” I said. I had to get away from there soon or I was going to throw up or start blubbering. “That way you can take your time.” Before Loco could respond, I turned around and went back to the bar.
Riley was still there, watching my approach. “That was a dick move, what Loco did to you. You okay?”
I forced a smile, realizing that I would be. “I’m okay. I’d heard he was a man-whore. It’s better I realized that now. If you think about it, he was really doing me a favor. Opening up my eyes.”
Riley gave me a look that said that he didn’t believe the crap spewing from my mouth, but he didn’t know me. I’d been hurt worse, and by a man who’d said he loved me.
“You want something stronger to drink?”
I laughed, but shook my head. “I need to find my way home.”
“That’s gonna be hard, sweetheart. There isn’t a soul in here who isn’t high or drunk.” He leaned in as if to whisper something to me. “You want my advice?”
Smiling, I nodded, wondering what kind of advice someone as young as him could give.
“Give him a little taste of his own medicine. Get your pretty ass out there on the dance floor. I guarantee you one of my single brothers will hit on you. There’s a lot of good men out there. Men who’d appreciate a woman like you.”
I had to give Rylie credit, it was good advice, but Loco would see right through it. I wasn’t desperate for a man, and that included Loco. Sure, I was attracted to him. And I had feelings. What woman wouldn’t feel hurt when a guy she’d recently slept with let another woman grind on him right in front of her?
Loco was right. We lived in different worlds. Better that I saw that now.
“Hello, beautiful.”
I felt the warmth of someone big move up behind me, forcing me to turn slightly so he could squeeze between me and the next person. Was he talking to me? Our eyes met, and the smile on his handsome face brought one to mine.
“Doc, this is Millie. She’s a friend of Loco’s.” Rylie said.
“Friend?” Doc questioned me with skepticism. “Didn’t know Loco had female friends.”
“More like acquaintances,” I corrected. “I don’t even like him.”
Doc laughed good-naturedly and looked at Rylie. “Whiskey.” Then he put his eyes back on me. “What’s a woman who doesn’t like the club man-whore doing here?” he joked.
I liked the teasing light in his eyes and easy smile. He had beautiful green eyes and wore his long brown hair tied back. His features were manly and pleasant, strong, not as weathered and dark as some of the other men I’d seen. I knew he was a member of the club by the cut he was wearing. And the most interesting feature about him was the purple birthmark on the side of his thick neck. I swear it looked like the state of Alaska!
“The jerk brought me here on what I thought was a date, and then deserted me for some action with one of the club women.”
His brows shot up. “Sounds like Loco.” He then gave me a wink. “You’re too good for him anyway.”
“I know! Right?” I was trying to play off the hurt and disappointment that I felt. We both laughed. “So, you’re called Doc. Is that your road name?”
“And profession,” he explained. “I’m the club doctor, but I also have my own practice.” He picked up his drink and took a sip.
As his eyes scanned the room over the rim of his glass, I took a moment to do the same. When I caught Loco urging the woman off his lap, and I breathed a sigh of relief to see that his pants were still done up. That was something at least, but not enough for me to get over the sight of her grinding on his lap. I pulled my gaze back to Doc’s.
He was studying me over the rim of his glass, and I got the impression that he was seeing more than I wanted him to.
I smiled.
“Already too late, huh?” he said in a knowing tone, the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes deepening.
My smile vanished in confusion. “What?”
“You’re already hooked on Loco.”
I shook my head. “I’ll admit that I was attracted to him, but he ruined that with his actions tonight.” I knew I was fooling myself, and I took a deep breath. “Saying you’re a man whore is one thing, but nothing drums it home better than seeing it in action.”
Doc laughed. “You hang out around here long enough and you’ll see a lot more of it. Loco isn’t the only brother who fucks every woman who comes through our door.”
“Do you?”
He thought about my question for a minute. “I wouldn’t if the right woman came along.” He finished his drink and motioned Rylie over for a refill. “Not looking, though.”
His tone had changed suddenly, and the faraway look in his eyes as he stared off past Rylie suggested that he was remembering something, something from his past, that had hurt him. My instinct to reach out and offer comfort for something that I knew nothing about evaporated when a fight suddenly broke out behind us.
Between two scantily clad women.
Their enraged screeches split the air and could be heard over the bass booming from the speakers. They were like two alley cats, scratching and pulling at each other’s hair, teetering on ridiculously high stilettos. Curse words and threats spewed from their bright red lips. I looked over the men who were watching them, surprised to see that they were laughing and egging the two women on. Others weren’t even paying them any attention.
Why was no one stopping them?
I looked at Doc, who sensed my interest and met my eyes. He was grinning, too. “Am I missing something?”
He shrugged. “Club whores fighting over one of the brothers. It happens. Especially when the girls are new.”
I snorted and looked back at the spectacle. Fighting over a man? They were making fools of themselves, and I couldn’t believe that no one was stepping in to break it up. Of course, I didn’t understand the inside workings of a motorcycle club. I was picking up bits and pieces as I went along, and if Viola and Bull ended up together, I would likely learn a lot from her.
The women were left alone to fight it out. If I’d had to guess, I would have said that they were both in their very early twenties. Both were bottled blonds, easily identified by their black roots, long hair that looked a wreck now. They were beautiful women if not for their twisted expressions as they fought. They were thin, but not in an unhealthy way.
Shrieks filled the air as one of them managed to rip the hair extensions out of the head of the other one. That woman retaliated by reaching for a discarded bottle on the nearest table. It wasn’t until she brought it up to bash her opponent in the head with it that someone finally intervened.
“Fight fair, bitch!” One of the men standing close by grabbed her around the wrist, grinning down into her twisted, upturned face.
“She tore out my hair!” she wailed, struggling against him.
“You can glue them back in later,” he said unsympathetically. “Fight’s over.” He pulled her behind him as if to put more distance between her and the other woman before he released her wrist.
And just like that, it was over.
Chapter 13
Loco
I’d fucked up.
I’d fucked up by fucking Millie.
I’d fucked up by bringing her to the clubhouse.
I’d fucked up by letting Kelly grind her skanky ass against my dick when I’d known that Millie would see. I’d had something to prove--to myself, and maybe also to her. Especially after that fucking hot kiss at the bar. I wasn’t a one-woman man, and for a second the thought that I could be had crossed my mind and had scared the ever-loving fuck out of me. It was a sobering thought considering that I’d just met the woman, and she was so far removed from my usual taste in women that I’d freaked and pulled away from her.
I was doing her a favor.
This was my home, my life, and now she knew firsthand how much of a fucking bastard I really was. It hadn’t been my intention to throw it in her face. I’d brought her here for a little taste of the wild side, so that she could let her hair down, because deep down I knew that she was a good girl. She played it safe because that’s what good girls did.
She let a few extra pounds hold her back, chip away at her confidence. She had no idea how fucking beautiful she was, and watching her with Doc, I could see that he knew it, too. Doc was one of the good brothers. Saved more lives than he took. He could be counted on when we went to war against another club, was as loyal and lethal as the rest of us, but you’d never guess it when you were with him, or by looking at him. I’d seen firsthand what he could do to someone who’d underestimated him.
He was a better fit for Millie than I was.
What the fuck was I thinking? I didn’t want another brother to have her.
I ran my hands through my hair. I needed to get her out of here, away from Doc. I smirked. They looked chummy enough sitting at the bar, talking and laughing. He probably wouldn’t thank me, but I also knew that he wouldn’t stop me. I’d known Doc a long time and I’d never seen him fight for the attention of a woman. If another brother showed interest in one, he always stepped back. I had a feeling though that if the right woman came along it would be a different story.
Shit. Kelly was coming back. I’d told her to get lost after her grinding had only managed to produce half a chub. My heart hadn’t been in it, and apparently neither had my dick. She was a new club bitch, one of three we’d initiated into the club recently. Lulu was gone. Cherry and Mitzi were all that was left of the original girls, and they didn’t look like they were going anywhere any time soon. Brothers were dropping like flies, though, finding their old ladies. But there were still a few of us who refused to join their club and preferred the freedom of variety.
Kelly’s smile grew when she saw my eyes drop to her tits. I had to admit that they were nice, but not as nice as a certain green-eyed redhead sitting at the bar looking way too cozy with Doc. The attraction between Millie and me had been fucking intense the first day at the pool, and then later in her apartment, but looking at her now you wouldn’t know it. I wasn’t sure I liked being ignored, but then again, I’d deserted her and let another woman on my lap.
“Hey, honey, you want to take up where we left off?”
At least Kelly didn’t come right out and mention my earlier inadequate hard-on. I snorted, removing her hand from my hair. Never did like it being ruffled. Now pulling it during sex--that was a different matter. “Maybe later,” I responded, keeping my eyes on Millie and Doc.
Kelly glided around me, making sure her tits brushed against my cheek. The girls all did that move hoping to change my mind when I’d pass on their services.
“You sure?”
God, I hated when a woman didn’t get the message. Couldn’t she tell that I wasn’t interested? I couldn’t blame her for her persistence, though. It was her job, after all. I sensed her moving away when I didn’t answer her.
“Fuck, brother, you sick?”
I gave Happy my finger. “Not feeling it.” Until recently Happy had been a nomad until joining our MC.
“I wonder why. You’ve been eye-fucking that curvy redhead since you left her at the bar. If you want her, why’d you leave her?”
I met Happy’s bloodshot eyes. He wasn’t drunk. He was exhausted from being on the road for two days. “You see that table over there?” I pointed to where Sax, Cole, and our president, Demon, were sitting together. Each one had a beautiful old lady sitting on their lap. “That’s why, brother. I don’t intend to join their little pussy-whipped club.”
Happy laughed. “I don’t know, man. I’d do anything to get a woman who looked half as good as any of theirs.”
“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” I scowled. “Besides, I have a reputation to protect.”
“Yup, being the top man-whore is something to be proud of.”
I met his disapproving look.
“And fucking proud of it,” I responded, getting an even bigger scowl. “What’s that look for?”
“I watched you walk in with her. Why’d you even bring her here?”
I shrugged. I’d been asking myself that same question since I’d walked away from her. “Thought it was a good idea at the time.”
“Didn’t even know you knew girls like her,” Happy commented beneath his breath. “You fucked her?”
I raised a brow and gave him a look that said, “what do you think?”
He scoffed and shook his head with disgust. “You’re an asshole, Brother. You don’t mess around with good girls. They get the wrong ideas.” His look was glaring. “They get hurt.”
He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. I knew I should feel ashamed for fucking Millie, knowing what kind of man I was. But I wasn’t. She was a sweet girl with an even sweeter pussy. Nice and tight. Fuck, I was getting hard now recalling what it felt like to be buried balls deep inside her. To have her screaming my name.
Shit. Happy was right. Bringing her here had been a mistake, even though I’d already made myself clear to her so that she shouldn’t be surprised by how I treated her. But I didn’t have to make it worse by keeping in contact. One good fuck, and I should have made that enough. Should have left her alone after that.
Only I was an asshole and weak when it came to pussy, and Millie’s was prime.
Glancing over at her now, it didn’t appear that my actions had affected her all that much. She and Doc were getting along good. Hell, maybe she was the one for him. But even from where I was sitting, I could tell from his movements and his expression that his interest didn’t go beyond friendship. Doc liked pussy like the rest of us, but he kept it to the club whores, where it was easy, free, and plenty of it. No, Doc wasn’t looking for anyone.
“Can’t take your eyes off her, brother.”
Happy’s observation made me look back over at him.
“That’s telling in itself.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled, because I knew he was right. I got out of my seat. “What makes you think it isn’t Doc I can’t take my eyes off?”
His laughter followed me as I made my way over to Millie. Rylie, who was conversating with her and Doc, saw me coming. He must have said something to them, because Millie turned and I fell deep into those dynamic green eyes of hers. Fuck, I didn’t need this. Didn’t need the attraction that was messing with my head and causing me to do stupid shit. I didn’t want to hurt her, but my dick didn’t seem to care.
“Hey, if it isn’t lover boy,” Doc joked, grinning.
