Now there was the matter of the chick in my bed, and she needed to go—no sleepovers, that was the deal. I’d given it to her good. And fuck, she gave as good as she got. I had my rules, though, and she knew them well. I strolled to my bedroom and slid my hand under the sheets, cupping her tight round ass, then giving it a hard smack.
Gloria rolled to the side, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder, and stretched, letting the sheets pool around her waist as she sat up. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah. I got business to take care of.” Fuck, she was tempting, but I had shit to do.
She pouted. “You want me to leave? Now?”
I nodded. “You know the rules, babe. And you’re still here.”
She gave me a sexy smile. “Yeah, that’s a first. You didn’t wake me this time.”
Gloria was right—I hadn’t. But that didn’t mean dick. I just fell asleep. I wasn’t a relationship man—I had my reasons.
She reached for my cock, but I gently grabbed her wrist. “No time, sweetheart. You gotta go.”
“All right.” Gloria threw the sheets back and climbed over me, brushing her pert tits against my chest. Fuck. “I’ll get out of your hair. Call me later?” She glanced up at me as she slipped back into her slinky black dress and grabbed her heels.”
“Will do.”
Kissing my cheek, she sauntered her sweet ass out of my room. I heard the front door snick shut when she left. Fuck, that woman. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it.
After Gloria left, I took a hot shower. I thought about rubbing one out—her tits and trying to grab my cock had me hard again, but fuck. Instead, I pressed my hands against the shower wall, dropping my head under the spray, thinking about the shit I had to do today.
The only thing I enjoyed doing during the day was riding my bike. There was nothing like speeding down a freeway with sunglasses on and the sun hitting your face, the road stretching before you with endless possibilities and freedom.
But leisure time was over. Duty called. I checked the time before I got dressed. Sinner’s Lounge practically ran itself nowadays thanks to Marlene, but that didn’t mean I didn’t need to make an appearance once in a while. There were expectations that came with being a strip club owner and MC leader. And both those expectations had to be filled, but not on the regular. Thank fuck.
On my way out the door, I stopped by the hall mirror, checking myself over. There were strands of dirty-blond highlights streaked through my natural light-brown hair, left over from all those rides in the sun. My cheeks and chin were covered in stubble since I was too lazy to shave. Fucking a beautiful woman and getting my cock sucked all morning? Hell, I was tired. We’d only slept a few hours. Shave? Or fuck it?
After running a hand through my hair to push it back a little, I decided “fuck it” and headed out. Normally, I wouldn’t take too much stock in my appearance, but when you own a strip club, you didn’t want to go in looking like some kind of scruffy-ass creeper. At least I didn’t.
I headed down to the parking garage to get my bike. The air outside was stuffy and muggy. I paid no attention to it as I pulled on my leather jacket and helmet. Yeah, yeah, I should wear a helmet all the time—but whatever. Nighttime was better than not at all.
After a short pit stop at the diner, and a quick coffee with some of the boys, I got to the club and it was already full—every seat and booth taken up by rich fucks who wanted to get their rocks off. My girls gave them what they wanted and took their money while they did it. I leaned against the back wall, watching the action. It’d lost its appeal for me a long time ago. I found it funny to watch these assholes drooling over women they were never going to get.
Marlene came through the employee door to my left, stopping when she saw me standing there. “Hey, Vorn. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”
“Last minute meeting.” I nodded toward the full tables. “You found another waitress? We’re getting busier.”
“I have interviews lined up throughout the next few days. I got this, trust me.”
“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have made you manager.”
“Exactly.” Marlene shot me a wide grin. “I’ve got it all under control. Do you need anything?”
“Yeah, whiskey,” I told her. “I’m going to my booth.”
“You got it, boss.”
I pushed myself off the wall, weaving through the throngs of people to get to my private booth in the back of the club. I knew none of the boys would be here after our trip—it felt strange not having them around—but Ty and Ralphie said they might swing by for a few drinks later. I hadn’t seen them yet when I scanned the bar. Security stepped aside for me without a word, only a nod of acknowledgement. Normally, I tended to wait in the back, but it was too fucking quiet back there. The last thing I needed was to be alone with my thoughts. I liked the loud music and the way the sound of the bass vibrated through my body. It kept my focus on something physical rather than the mental shitstorm brewing inside my head.
I never liked change much.
Change was dangerous and caused problems. It turned your whole fucking world upside down and forced you to scramble to keep up with it. Unfortunately, it was also unavoidable. The whole last year of my life had been packed full of changes, and I hated every damn minute of it.
Maybe not every minute. My sister Monica’s wedding was good, but that was only because she was finally happy. I hadn’t been thrilled that she’d married Ty, but at least I knew she’d be taken care of. And if for whatever reason Ty didn’t hold up his end of the deal, he would be taken care of. Swiftly and quietly. Close friend or not.
Our rival gang’s leader being her biological father was the main reason I felt so fucked up. Saro’s Sons and the Hell’s Seven had been at each other’s throats for decades. The fact that things had settled down and were quiet between us didn’t sit right with me. I knew Saro was sick and didn’t have much time left, and he’d made an agreement with Monica to back off and let the Hell’s do its own thing, but that didn’t mean I trusted the sorry fuck. In the past, the Sons’ silence always meant some shit was about to go down.
It was hard not to automatically go to that mindset.
Through the flashing club lights, somebody approached my table. I knew who it was before security even stepped to the side. One of the girls, Mandy, walked up to the booth, shoulders straight and her gorgeous tits thrust forward, a glass of Maker’s Mark balanced on the center of the tray she held.
“Hey there,” she purred, sliding onto my lap. “You look like you could use some cheering up.”
“Mandy, always a pleasure.” I leaned my head back to meet hers. “Didn’t know you were waitressing, too.”
“I’m not. I decided to save Marlene a trip.”
“Lucky me,” I said. “How’ve you been?”
She winked and gave me a sexy smile. “Better now that I’m here with you.”
I chuckled and took the glass. She dropped the tray on the nearby table before sliding her arm around my neck. “You let me know if that drink doesn’t help, and I’ll get you another one,” she said.
“You’re too good to me.”