by Angera Allen
Shit. I feel bad now.
“Plus, I’m Iz’s girl. He’s been taking care of me since I got here.”
Izzy starts busting up laughing. Gus just looks pissed off.
“What?”
Gus leans forward placing his elbow on to the table. “Lass, your crown needs to be check. That boy doesn’t do anythin’ he doesn’t want to do. I was in charge of watchin’ over ya, not him.”
“Well, what could he want from me? He doesn’t know anything about me, and I’m damaged goods with a shit ton of baggage, and so much drama to deal with. I wouldn’t even want to be around me. I can’t handle any attachments right now, and I’m sure he doesn’t want a headache either. I’m here for the weekend. It’s just a good time.”
Both Izzy and Gus sit back in their chairs sipping their coffee.
I can’t handle any more attachments. He was just some fun I needed to help me forget Brody.
Needing to change the subject I ask, “So what’s the plan today and tonight?”
Izzy smiles. “Well we’re going to head to my place and get changed and come back. We need to help get ready for the party tonight. I told Ginger I would help her get the food and stock the bar. Plus you need to practice for your dance tonight.”
I choke on my coffee. “My dance tonight?”
Gus laughs. “You said ya were goin’ to dance for us tonight.”
We spent most of the day running around with Ginger and Eva getting stuff ready for the party at the clubhouse tonight. Quick occupied my mind all day, which is a good thing considering I called my aunt right when we left the clubhouse this morning. Izzy wouldn’t give me my cell phone back, but she let me use hers instead. I called my aunt first to get the low down on what all happened with Brody.
He lost his shit when she handed him the papers. She said she waited until Bella was in her room playing. He went mad crazy trying to get information out of her about where I went. Once he called his parents, she felt better about leaving. She assured me Bella was okay and in good hands.
After I got off the phone with my aunt, I called his folks and spoke to his mom before talking to Bella. Hearing her voice put an instant smile on my face, reminding me why I’m leaving him. She told me her daddy had a meeting but was picking her up today. I cringed, praying he better follow up and not flake. I felt complete after talking to her, getting my love over the phone. His mom reassured me he would be around, and that Bella was going to be fine.
His parents love me and completely understand my reasons why I want out of the marriage. I’m the only reason he speaks to them, which is sad because his parents are great. They actually care about him, and they have supported him all these years. They come from money but are invested in their kids, not like Izzy’s parents who only care about money and themselves, which is kind of like Brody, who only cares about his music and himself.
“Got them!” Eva screeches, opening the door. She throws me a packet.
Ginger and Izzy are in the front seat chatting about something, but I’ve been sitting back here letting my mind wander waiting for Eva to return. She ran into the office for some demos and stuff. We’re all going to help her filter through them since she’s so behind. When she started talking about the job opening, both Ginger and Izzy chimed in saying I should take it. Eva went crazy loving the idea, so here we are at the label. I had to explain to them I’m not divorced yet and have a life in LA.
“What is this?” I question, leery of opening the package.
“It’s your job application.” She smiles, closing the door and placing more bags between us.
“My what?” I shout.
Laughs come from the peanut gallery in front while Eva just ignores my yell, moving bags around, situating herself before grabbing her seat belt. “I told Luc you were interested-”
“What the fuck?” I interrupt her. “We just, not even, five minutes ago spoke about this. How did you talk to him already?” I choke out.
“Like I was saying, I told him you still had things to figure out in LA but really wanted the job. He told me to give you the application and that we could work something out if you’re qualified,” she finished, smiling at me like she didn’t just rock my world.
I don’t know if I should be mad or excited. It is all happening so fast.
Izzy turns around smiling big, and that’s when I know she had something to do with this. I throw the package between Eva and myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “You had something to do with this, didn’t you? I don’t want any handouts, Iz,” I seethe.
Izzy laughs putting her hands up. “Relax, I didn’t have anything to do with Luc, but I did tell Eva that my best friend was going through a divorce and was one of the best music managers I knew and that she would be here this weekend.”
Ginger pipes up next. “Also, the reason why we’re saying you should take it is that you can work from LA. Shit, Alex worked from Spain the first few years. It’s an amazing job opportunity. Izzy has mentioned you’re a great manager and you know your shit. So, I don’t see why you're so upset. It’s the perfect job for you.”
Everyone gets quiet in the car, staring at me, waiting for my response, which makes me cry. The girls all start to try and calm me down, saying it’s going to be okay.
I can’t believe this. I wipe under my eyes trying to contain my tears. “Is this for real?”
The girls say yes in unison, laughing.
Eva starts rambling about the job, what I need to do while she’s foraging through the bags, I reach across grabbing her into a death grip hug. She squeals her high pitch laugh hugging me back. When we pull away from each other, she says softly, “Everything is going to be okay.” She pushes my hair away from my face. “You deserve to have the best, and we’re here to help you get that.”
My heart feels like it’s going to explode with all these emotions. I'm not used to people going out of their way for me. Especially people I just met.
Yep, more tears. Fuck. By the time we pull into the clubhouse, my makeup is gone, but I’ve stopped crying. I’m on cloud nine about the job and all the possibilities it would bring Isabella and me.
We pull into an underground parking garage where there are rows and rows of motorcycles parked near the double doors. At least I know now where they keep their bikes. I guess since it’s winter they don’t ride them too much. We pull toward the back of the garage and park next to a loading zone with an elevator where a few prospects are hanging out. They see Ginger and hurry to help unload everything. I found out earlier that Gus is a prospect and not a member yet.
This place is like a hotel even though Quick said it used to be a dealership. This elevator feels like a service elevator, opening to a huge kitchen. “Jesus, this place is huge.”
“Yeah, I love it. Before it was a dump and not well taken care of, but we have busted our asses making it what we want.” Ginger gleams with pride.
We walk through double doors that open up near the long bar. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t see them the other night. The place is starting to fill up with bikers. Ginger yells when she sees a group of people. I realize all my makeup is probably smeared everywhere, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. Knowing from the night before where it is, I head through the crowd of bikers.
I’m almost to the bathroom door when I hear, “Firecracker. you ready for your dance tonight?” I look up to see Mac, Dallas, and Quick coming out of the office. I smile trying to hide my reaction to seeing Quick. I’m nervous he’s mad at me, but I stop in front of the bathroom door and decide to throw them some sass.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
The three of them stroll up to me, seeing my face all of their appearances change to defensive. “Why have you been crying?” Quick demands.
Shit. I probably look a mess. I grab my face and rub under my eyes. “I was crying with the girls. It was a happy cry.” I giggle embarrassed. “I was just heading to the bathroom to clean up.”
Quick steps closer.
“Why don’t you come with me and you can get cleaned up.”
“Thank you, but the girls are waiting for me. We’re going to head up to Shy’s suite and get ready for the night once we finish setting up the food,” I reply with a smile.
“I was going to ask if that was what you were going to wear tonight,” Dallas jokes.
“Ha-ha. Funny Dallas.” I laugh.
Quick gives them a look, and they both say they’ll see me later, leaving us alone. Great, just what I needed. He looks pissed off, and I don’t want him mad at me, so I smile and ask him how his day was, like a dumb ass.
He crossed his arms over his chest showing off his biceps. He’s wearing a white t-shirt under his MC leather vest that reads Road Captain. Fuck, he looks good. His hair is damp hanging down loose around his face, and goatee is freshly trimmed. “I was worried about you this morning when I woke up to an empty bed. I looked all over for you. I texted Iz asking about you.” His voice coming off smooth and calm.
I lean against the door frame. “Yeah, she told me. I’m sorry I left. I just know you don’t do overnights and I didn’t want it to be-”
“What the fuck? That’s why you left?” He cuts me off. “I wouldn’t have brought you up to my bedroom if I didn’t want you to stay with me. I would have taken you to one of these rooms and stayed with you if I didn’t want you. I told you that.”
“Um, no, you didn’t. You told me you don’t do overnights and you have never brought anyone up there, but it’s only a few months since you’ve moved in,” I snap back.
Quick’s face reddens, closing the distance, he pins me to the wall. “I told you, that’s what I do with the other women. I thought telling you would make you feel special, knowing I don’t bring anyone up to my room. You’re different. I want you in my bed all night,” he grits through a clenched jaw.
Jesus, my body is on fire with him being this close to me. I want to touch him so bad. I bite my lower lip, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath. Hold it together.
“If you don’t want me, just say it,” he drawls sexily. Knowing damn well what he’s doing to my body. I place my hands on his chest under his vest. A hiss escapes his mouth. “Fuck baby. Come upstairs with me. I need to get my fix. You make me fucking crazy.”
Quick leans down kissing my neck pressing his erection into my body. I moan, gripping his shirt. “I can’t. I need to get cleaned up and help the girls,” I whine.
Quick bends down grabbing the globes of my ass picking me up. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he pushes the bathroom door open. Once it swings shut, he slams me up against it, locking it.
“I need to be inside of you,” he groans into my ear sucking my earlobe.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Quick crashes his lips to mine, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. Pinning me up against the door with his body, he slides a hand down unzipping his pants before grabbing my leggings. He almost rips them as he stretches them down over my ass as far as he can, far enough that he can slip fingers into my wet pussy. “Jesus Christ. All I could do today is think of this tight little cunt of yours.”
A foil wrapper falls to the ground seconds before he slams hard into me with a long throaty groan. My head hits the door with force the first couple thrusts.
“Fuck yes! Harder,” I beg.
Quick grips my ass cheeks so hard that his fingernails dig into my skin when he starts hammering up into me faster.
“Firecracker. I need to hear you, baby,” he grunts.
“Jesus. Your cock. Fuck. Yes,” I grit out, holding him tight around his neck.
“I’m going to spank this fine little ass of yours later for leaving this morning, but for now this quick little fuck will get us through till tonight when I fuckin’ pound that pussy until morning.”
“Oh! Fuck. I’m…” I choke.
“Jesus, your sweet little cunt sucks my cock so goddamn tight. Not going to last much longer baby,” he says breathlessly.
“So close. Yes, Quick...” I’m right at the tip of coming. Quick slips a hand from my ass cheek over to my asshole slipping the tip of his finger in, I scream out my release, I can’t breathe. My whole body comes alive shivering, and my walls contract hard around his cock sending him over right along with me. He curses loud, slamming us against the door a few more times until he slows his thrusts.
I tighten my arms around his neck pulling him to me kissing him slow and deep. His cock twitches inside me making me giggle. Quick pulls out, letting my legs go, standing me up. He smirks. “Fuck me. Firecracker.”
I smile, fixing my, now stretched out, leggings. “Fuck me is right. Goddamn, that was giving it good.”
Pounding on the door has me jumping. “Quick, you almost done? People have to use the bathroom brother,” Dallas yells, laughing. “Brother, there are plenty of rooms.”
Quick laughs. “Clean up babe.” He leans over kissing me. I move to the sink to wash my face. Quick throws his condom away, coming back to stand behind me wrapping his arms around my waist watching me clean my face.
“Jesus Christ, Ruby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Quick groans into my neck biting my collarbone making me giggle.
I laugh at him but don’t say anything.
“You good?” he asks seriously. “You’re not goin’ run again, are you?”
I shrug, feeling sassy. “I don’t know.” I turn, sauntering by him to the door, and say over my shoulder, “Will you chase me, if I do?”
A devilish smile spreads across his face. “Only if I get to punish that fine little ass of yours.”
Damn, this man has me all giddy.
A wicked little smirk spreads across my face as I squint my eyes as if I’m thinking about it. “Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
Quick growls, spanking me.
I unlock the door, but Quick moves in front of me opening the door and thank God he did because the hallway was full of people. He pulls me behind him tugging me through the group hand in hand. Well, so much for no attachments.
Chapter Ten
After setting up the food, the four of us girls came upstairs to get ready in Shy and Ginger’s suite. It’s so much bigger than Quick’s room. All the other women from Ginger’s father’s club are getting ready downstairs in the rooms they were set up in for the night.
This lifestyle’s so different from what I’m used to. Izzy and Ginger tried to catch me up on most of the important rules. Ones that if I didn’t know would get me into a lot of trouble. Shy and his boys are really cool and relaxed, but when all the other clubs are around, they become so serious. Seeing all the guys with their leather vests, which I found out are called cuts, I almost came on the spot. I thought the men were hot before, shit, when they all came out of the club room together, I had a chill run through my body, exploding at my core, leaving me wet. They were that fucking hot. I wanted to jump Quick again.
Ginger is the only one of us not in a dress tonight. She is wearing all leather with her low waist, leather tight pants, a short leather halter top that shows her stomach, knee-high leather boots and lastly, her Wolfeman MC, Property of Shy, leather cut. She looks so fucking badass and independent, making me so envious of her.
The rest of us are wearing dresses. Eva’s in a short jean skirt with a strapless top and bootie heels while Izzy and I have a tank top, skin-tight dress with scoop necklines and knee-high leather stilettos. I added a red half cut wool sweater that hangs off my shoulder, but Izzy left hers plain showing her cleavage.
“Cheers, biatches!” Ginger yells. We all repeat her taking our shot.
“Ruby, are you sure you’re ready for tonight? If you don’t want to dance, you don’t have to. There are a lot of people, and you didn’t get to practice today,” Ginger asks curiously.
“I should be, it's like riding a bike.” I laugh.
“When was the last time you’ve been on a pole?” Izzy asks sounding worried.
I shrug. “I don’t remember.”
Izzy eyes me knowing I’
m lying, but she doesn’t know I’ve been back to pole dancing since having Isabella. After she was born, I’d been on the pole two or three days a week. When I quit traveling with Brody, I started going back to my aunt’s place doing at least an hour workout. It is the best full body workout you could ever ask for, and it got my body back into shape, if not better shape, than it was before I had a kid.
I look around at everyone’s worried faces and laugh. “Relax, Iz how much have you been on the pole lately? Do you remember any of our old moves?”
Izzy faces turns from worried to happy, knowing that if I’m asking that question, that I’ve been practicing and can hold my own.
“Guurl, hell yeah, I know our moves,” Izzy says, gleaming with excitement.
“Oh, my God. I- am- so excited to see you two biatches dance,” Eva exclaims.
We make our way down to the other rooms where we meet up with Ginger’s Auntie Storm and all her girls from their chapter. The room is packed with girls giggling. I’ve only met Storm, Sissy, and Gigi but there are four other girls who look like strippers wearing close to nothing. All five of them are wearing three-inch stilettos; they’re the only ones not wearing some form of a boot. Storm’s dressed like Ginger in leathers with her cut that says Wolfeman MC, Property of Bear. Sissy is wearing jeans, knee-high boots, and a Wolfeman MC tank top. Gigi has the exact same thing on but with a short jean skirt. I laugh thinking we’re the knee-high boot posse.
Ready, we all head toward the bar. Once we turn the corner heading down the hall toward the main club area the hallway is packed with people.
“Holy Shit. There are hella people here,” I say shocked.
The girls all laugh.
“Did she just say hella?” Gigi giggles.
“It’s a Cali thing,” Izzy explains.
Once we hit the main club area, most of the men turn our direction giving us their full attention. I take a deep breath. It’s like we’re on the menu for the night and they’re taking orders. I glance around the room seeing half-naked women walking around rubbing up next to men. More women in leathers standing next to their men taking claim on them and once I see Shy, along with a few others, I feel relief crash through me, knowing we’re safe with them. Shy heads our way grabbing Ginger around the waist pulling her in for a deep kiss. Izzy pulls my arm toward the bar with the other girls tailing behind us.
