Ultimate MC (Romance Collection), page 126
I made a note for him to tell him we were getting married. Just so he had that to think about while he spent his months in that little cell. I wondered if Natalie would write her brother, too, and let him know that his plan didn’t work in the slightest.
In fact, what they had done is what gave me the courage to ask her to be my bride. Now, we would be together forever.
She would move in with me soon, and we’d never have to worry about saying goodbye to each other again. Every morning, and every night, we would be together, and life would be perfect.
We accepted each other for who we were, and we were there for each other no matter what. None of the little things mattered. It was just us against the world. We had the MC around us, filled with loyal brothers and good friends, and no matter what happened, I knew they would be there to help us out.
Life hadn’t been easy for either of us, but we had pushed through and we had conquered. Now, it was time for us to leave the past in the past, and focus on the happy future we’d share with each other.
There was no telling what life would throw our way, but as long as we had each other, we both knew we’d be okay.
Love was stronger than any of the trials of life, and I loved this woman with every fiber of my being. No one could take that from us, and nothing could change that in me. We were made for each other, and we embraced it.
We were at the end of the hardship, but the beginning of a new life together.
And the future had never looked so bright.
Julian
By Vanessa Peters
Chapter 1
Julian
It was another Thursday night out at the club, and I was hanging with my best boys. Randy, our boss and owner of the bar halfway across town had changed up our schedules a bit, giving us more time off during the week. So it felt good to hang out with my brothers and catch up.
They might not be my blood brothers, but they were just as much of a family to me as anyone who shared my DNA. I didn’t have much to say about those I called my blood relatives, but thanks to the family I found within my MC, I didn’t feel the sting of their absence.
I had been a part of the ‘Golden Eagles’ MC for years, and time and time again they had proven that they were there for me. They would be there for me no matter what shit life threw my way, and I would stand with them as though my life depended on it.
We worked together to meet common goals, and if any of us was in need, the others in the club would band together and help them. It didn’t matter if it was a brother, or if it was someone dear to them, it was all the same to us.
We hung out when we got the chance. At least, those in our tight circle did. There were a lot of members in the Golden Eagles, but Hopper only settled over those who were locals and in the immediate surrounding towns; the members themselves would often disperse ourselves into smaller groups of guys we were really close with.
And these men were closer to me than anyone else on the planet.
But things were slowly changing in our social group. I was losing bachelor brothers faster than I thought possible. We had been solo for so long, finding girls we thought were cute at the bar and taking them home, then parting ways in the morning.
It had become a ritual for all of us, and no one really considered settling down. At least, up until a few months ago.
We had spent years as a group of rowdy young men, more dedicated to the club and our personal lives than anything else. Then Rafael went and fell in love with a young bartender at Randy’s bar.
I remembered hearing about it. Kain and him had gone to meet with a man to order a custom prosthetic for one of the members of the club who’d lost a limb in an accident, and this woman caught his eye.
But it wasn’t like it had been normally. Raf didn’t want to just fuck and forget her. He was infatuated. Curiosity got the better of us, and I’d gone to the bar to see her with everyone in our small group except for Raf. We didn’t tell him we’d gone, and I had to admit I was pleasantly surprised.
She wasn’t the girl a man would want to fuck and forget. There was something so enthralling about her, she captivated anyone who talked to her. Though I never thought about any of us settling down until we were at least Hopper’s age, I couldn’t let Raf pass her up.
I knew he was too passive to take any active role in getting her attention, so when we convinced him to go to the bar a second time, I all but dared him to leave his number on a napkin for her as we left.
He did, and the rest was history.
It had been a change to lose him to love and romance, but the rest of us managed. He was still around, but more often than not, he brought Callie with him. She was nice and very sweet. And, there was no denying she was good to look at, which was a bonus. None of us other guys might be able to touch her, but damn, we could dream.
I’d assumed things would go back to normal for the rest of us, but the wave of romance between Raf and Callie had barely passed, when Kain got struck with Cupid’s arrow as well.
We’d come to the same strip club where we were right now. It was his birthday, and Bain, the youngest of our group, thought it would be a great idea for us to treat our friend to a lap dance in honor of his night.
We all pitched in, while Bain chose the girl–one of the club’s most popular strippers who went by the name Bunny. Little did we know, Kain had saved Bunny’s life a few months before, and buying him that lap dance from her had rekindled something in him we didn’t even know was there.
Their relationship took off like a wildfire. None of us bachelors in the group were sure what was going on between the two of them, all we knew was that Bunny–who we came to learn was actually named Sloan–started coming to Hopper’s barbecues.
She showed up randomly while Kain was around, and we just accepted that she was now a part of the group. No one talked about it or made it official, we just felt that she was one of us. Callie liked her, and she seemed to add some balance to the fact that Raf and Callie were the only couple in the immediate club.
Sloan–or, as we called her tonight, Bunny–was now dancing on stage, stripping and also teasing the room with her luscious body. She had always been one of my favorites at the club, too, but ever since Kain and her had fucked, ever since they started their official relationship, I’d backed off of her.
It might be her job to strip and give lap dances, but we all felt it was respectful to Kain and her relationship to forego getting any more lap dances from her. Sure, we’d shell out the money when she was on stage like she was now, but that was different.
She loved to dance, and she was pretty damn good at it. Kain never wanted to ask her to stop. He might not like the rest of the world looking at her body every night, but he supported her and her life choices, so we’d often see her dancing when we came to hang out.
After Sloan and Kain got together, we were all but certain that was the end of the romance in the air, but it wasn’t to be so. Almost immediately after the two had gone official, Ryne reconnected with a woman from his past as well.
We all considered Ryne to be a bachelor for life. Not only did he have a temper that could make Satan himself cringe, but he was dedicated to his work above all else. When he wasn’t at the MC or taking the rare night off to hang out with the guys, he was at the restaurant.
He had worked from the bottom to the top in a matter of six years with no college or formal training. And the restaurant was one of the highest rated in all of Denver. Hell, it even got recognition across the country.
But he had mentioned that a couple of years ago, he beat a guy off a woman in the back alley, and out of nowhere she fell back into his life. Well, we could thank Gus Beauregard for that much at least.
The guy was the sleaziest, ugliest, dumbest member of the MC I’d ever seen. I never understood what Hopper had liked about him, and I hated the fact that he was a member. But it wasn’t my call–or any of my brothers’–to get him out of the club; so we were stuck with him.
He blackmailed the girl, Natalie, into dating him, not realizing she and Ryne knew each other. And Natalie loved Ryne. Having no reason to stay with Gus, and a million reasons not to stay with him, it wasn’t hard for Ryne to steal her away.
He nearly got himself killed by crossing the wrong people, but I was right there to give him a hand. Together, the group helped, and we got Gus not only kicked out of the MC, but arrested and thrown in jail for the foreseeable future.
Natalie and Ryne were free to be together, and they were moving faster than the other two couples combined. Hell, not only did they move in together but also got engaged just a few weeks ago, at one of Hopper’s barbecues. Tonight was a celebration for their engagement. It was one of the few nights we were all able to take off from work and hang out without worrying about getting to bed at a decent hour.
Well, I didn’t have to worry about that, anyway. There wasn’t anyone waiting for me at home, and the only job I was working the next day was Randy’s. I didn’t need to be there until mid-afternoon, so I had more than enough time to party tonight, and sleep in the morning.
I had to wander over to the bar, however, to take a break from all the gushing, disgusting love that was in the air. I was happy for all my brothers who had found someone to complete them, but I didn’t need that in my life. I didn’t want it, either, and I wasn’t going to act like I did.
I was happy riding solo night after night. It was a lot easier to face a woman while knowing that I didn’t need to remember her face or her name for the next morning, let alone a year or two.
Or even for the rest of my life.
I didn’t have anything against monogamy. I just knew it wasn’t for me. I loved women, and I loved having sex. I couldn’t imagine limiting myself to just one woman for the rest of my life. It was just too constricting with all those gorgeous babes out there just begging to be bent over and fucked.
Not to mention, there was a darker streak in me, and I embraced it. I wasn’t at all ashamed to admit I enjoyed pushing limits. Not just in real life, but in the bedroom too. I loved to see how far I could go, exactly where a woman’s breaking point was.
It was the thrill of the moment, and when I discovered that place, I was ready to move on to the next. I was a hunter, and women were the prey. And I loved the thrill of the chase and the romp in the bedroom when I finally scored. It had become my life, and I was beyond happy living it.
The bar was a far better place to pick up women than on the floor. The strip club had a surprising amount of women some nights, and I was always there to scope out who I might take home.
It wasn’t easy taking the strippers home, and I’d slept with many who were working here, anyway. No, I wanted to take home a girl who rarely took her clothes off for men. It would be a new thrill, and one that would relieve some tension that had built up inside me over the past few months.
I had to get laid soon. I was growing increasingly frustrated with life, and I knew that sexual release was all I needed to feel better. But I had been too busy to come to the club much, and I couldn’t exactly pick up chicks while I was bouncing at the other bar.
I had to make the most of tonight, that was for sure.
But as the night wore on, I realized I wasn’t going to get that chance. I could flirt with the bartenders–several of them were just as hot as the women on stage–and I could flirt with the other women hanging around the bar, but tonight was filled with douche bags who were all trying to show off.
It was almost as fun, keeping them all in line for the girls at the bar, but it wasn’t nearly the same release as getting laid could have been. Though, I had to admit, I ended up staying much later than I’d originally planned. I had to deal with the assholes who were harassing women as they were trying to serve and trying to drink.
The bouncers at the club were more concentrated on the strippers than the bartenders, so they were often subjected to assholes hitting on them as though they would take off their clothing for money, too.
It was entertaining to a point, but after that it just got annoying. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for the girls behind the bar. They had to be just as annoyed with the situation if not more so than when I was listening to it. The guys were persistent, and it got old fast.
Eventually, I decided the best thing to do would be to head to the gym the next day. I wasn’t getting anywhere closer to having a release at the bar that night, and I figured a sparring match or hitting a punching bag might do me some good. It couldn’t hurt, anyway.
And it might help get rid of all this tension that had built up inside.
By the time I left the bar, Bain was the only other member of our MC who was still there. The couples had taken off for a triple date as soon as Sloan had finished dancing, and we were the only two bachelors who stayed behind to see what we could get.
And from the looks of things, Bain wasn’t doing much better than me.
“Anything good over at the bar?” he asked as I walked over to tell him goodnight.
I shook my head, “Same old. There are a lot of douches over there if you want to pick a fight, but nothing in the tits and ass department.”
“Fuck,” he said with a shake of his head. “And I was hoping to take someone home tonight.”
“Me too,” I said with a nod. “Next time, I guess.”
“Night, bud,” he said as I turned to go. I held up my hand and kept walking, my mind on other things the entire ride home.
At least if you have a partner, you can have sex whenever you want. Beats having to go home to use your hand time and time again. Fuck. I needed pussy.
I headed back to Derby. It was a small town a little to the Southeast of Denver, but it was home to me and many others of the MC. It was cheaper to live there than in Denver itself, and it was close to the rest of the group.
It wasn’t too far from Denver, so it didn’t feel much of a ride to get back to my place. Though I had to admit, by the time I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I was exhausted.
The cat I fed occasionally was sitting outside, and it was really happy to see me as I walked up toward my door.
“Hey, Fritz,” I called him. I wasn’t sure if he even had a name, but it seemed to suit him and he was thrilled when I returned with an egg in a bowl, “There you go, bud.”
Normally, I would have waited until he was done, and taken the dish back inside, but tonight I was too tired. I locked the door behind me, deciding I would take care of the dish in the morning, and I stripped down to nothing as I headed to my bedroom.
Then, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, I collapsed into bed, once more thinking about how I wanted a woman for the night. But I was too tired to even bother using my hand. It had been a long day, and an even longer night, and I was ready to pass out.
I closed my eyes, trying to push away all thoughts of how horny I was to the side. It was just one night, and there would be plenty of other chances for me to bring a girl home and get her in bed with me.
Tonight wasn’t successful, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have another chance tomorrow, or the day after. I might not have the same guarantee that Raf, Kain or Ryne did for having sex, but at least I had the fun of the chase.
Though lately, I’d been chasing harder than usual.
Chapter 2
Abby
It was a Friday night, and the club was hopping. It always was at this time of the year. School was about to let out for the summer, and all the college kids were gearing up to either go home or just enjoy some time off from their studies. And what better way to let off some steam and have some fun than heading out to the strip club?
I couldn’t help but laugh at some guys at the club. It was evident they were barely old enough to order their own drinks, and they clearly didn’t get a lot of tail that semester. With the tough teachers at the college, I wasn’t surprised, but it was still fun to watch.
Part of the reason why I never went to university myself was because of how much work it would require. Not only would I have to fit in my real life around studies, but I would have to sacrifice doing pretty much anything I wanted to do with my time.
It would reduce my life to work and school, and I didn’t want to end up in that meager existence. Besides, there wasn’t anything I wanted a college degree for. I was happy with my life as a bartender, and I loved working at the club.
I might not strip, but the tips were a hell of a lot better than anywhere else I’d ever worked, and I loved the fast paced atmosphere. The dark rooms and the neon lights added thrill to the night, and with all the people dying for my attention, it was hard not to fall in love with the job.
Tonight, however, was busier than a regular Friday night because there was some sort of contingency going on with the MC. I didn’t know a lot about them, but I knew they were all part of the same club; their vests had the same emblems on the back.
There were several clubs I knew of, and normal bikers who came through for a drink and a lap dance. But tonight, it seemed they were talking about something important.
Throwing them in the mix with all the normal customers on a Friday night, made for a hectic shift for me. There were two other bartenders working, and the bouncers had their hands full with the men coming in and out, milling around the strippers.
Sloan looked like she was having a good time, and now and then we would smile at each other from across the room. She was one of the few people I considered a true friend at the club, but I was okay with that. She was a beautiful person inside and out, and if she was the only one I had for a friend there, I was proud.
Anyone would be lucky to have her in their lives.
The bikers were crowding the bar, and I was flirting my heart out. It was what I did. Not just for the tips, but for the pure sake of flirting. I loved flirting with men, and I loved it when they flirted back. And damn, these men liked to flirt.
