Wingman (Woman)

by Bella Jewel

  I never claimed to be classy.

  “Where’s your boy?” Spike asks, looking around.

  I frown and turn in my chair, taking the shot that the bartender hands me. “For starters, he is not my boy. For seconds, I wouldn’t know where he is. I haven’t seen him for a week.”

  “Trouble in paradise?”

  I turn back towards him. His little group have all gone and filled about three tables in the bar. “Define paradise?” I slur.

  He raises a brow. “You’re fuckin’ drunk.”

  I snort and lean in close. “Last time I checked, that’s usually why you come to a bar that serves alcohol.”

  He chuckles. “Smart ass. Listen, come and sit with us. Meet the girls. They’d love you.”

  I narrow my eyes at him and give a skeptical look. “Love me how? Because I’m telling you right now, buddy, I don’t munch rugs.”

  He snorts a laugh and takes my hand, pulling me off the stool. “Precious, those girls like cock more than you like the alcohol you’re desperately clutching in your hand right now.”

  I stare down at my hand and see I am, in fact, clutching my glass as if it’s going to be wrestled from me at any moment.

  “Funny,” I mutter.

  He leads me over and stops at one of the tables of bikers. Then he announces loudly, “Men, this is Reign’s woman, Tiani.”

  “I am not his woman,” I hiss into his ear.

  “Fine,” he corrects himself. “Men, this is Reign’s I put my dick in it but she ain’t my woman Tiani.”

  I glare at him. “You’re a jackass.”

  “Stop being a dirtbag, Spike,” a gorgeous blond girl with the most dazzling yellow eyes I’ve ever seen says, standing and walking over.

  “Hi,” she says, stretching out a hand. “I’m Ciara. Spike’s old lady, or, as I like to call myself, his better half.”

  Spike snorts and joins the guys at the table. Another two girls come over, both of them equally as gorgeous as Ciara. Wow, do they raid the runway and steal their models?

  “I’m Addison, Cade’s old lady,” the first girl, with long dark hair and a mischievous face, says.

  “And I’m Serenity,” says the second girl, who is gorgeous and tiny, just like a pixie. “I’m Jackson’s old lady.”

  “Question,” I say, reaching out and shaking their hands. “You like being called, an old lady?”

  Addison laughs, putting her arm around my shoulder. “Me and you will get along just fine. And the term old lady to us is somewhat of a compliment. It means we matter; it means we’re more than just club whores. It means we are protected by the club and always will be. It might sound crappy, but to them, it matters in a way marriage and commitment matter to others.”

  I glance around at all the bikers. “Any of them single?”

  The girls burst out laughing, and a few of the guys chuckle. The girls usher me over to sit down, and I feel oddly comfortable with them.

  “Hi boys,” I hear a sultry, sexy voice say.

  I look up from my drink to see two less-than-sexy women approaching the table. Okay, granted, one day those girls might have been quite stunning but now . . . they are just a mix of ratty hair, yellow teeth, skintight clothes and seriously bad acne. Sick.

  “Who the hell are they?” I ask Addi, leaning over so she can hear me.

  “Whores.”

  “These men actually sleep with them?” I gasp, disgusted.

  She shrugs. “Some of them aren’t choosy.”

  “Oh hell no. That’s disgusting.”

  “Not now,” Cade grunts at the girls. “We don’t want you around our club tonight. Fuck off.”

  The girl with the ratty, blond hair bats her eyelashes at him. Oh, ew. Dream on, lady.

  “But Cade,” she whines. “We barely see you here anymore.”

  “You fuckin’ deaf?” Addison barks. “Go and find another toy to play with.”

  I smile at her outburst, and even more when Cade grins at her. Sweet. Maybe I’ll endeavor to be an old lady someday.

  “Um,” Raggedy Anne says, screwing up her unpleasant little nose. “Who asked you?”

  I snort loudly, causing her eyes to divert to mine.

  “Hello.” I smile wickedly.

  She looks around, confused.

  “Oh, I’m talking to you sweetheart.” I grin, leaning back in my chair. “It appears you can’t take a hint.”

  She snorts. “What’s someone like you going to do, tiny?”

  My grin gets bigger. “You don’t actually think I need to leave my seat to get you running, do you, princess?”

  She crosses her arms, and the other one puts her hand on her hip and glares at me.

  “It’s already apparent to me that aside from your lack of intellect that one, you don’t know how to shower, two, you don’t know how to brush your teeth, three, you certainly don’t know how to dress, because my God, there is a fat roll squeezed so tightly in that skirt it’s probably screaming for air, and four the only reason these men fuck you is because they’re too lazy to pull themselves.”

  Blondie growls, but her hand slides down to her thigh to run over the piece of skin that really is shoved too tightly into that tiny skirt. “And who are you?”

  I put my hand to my chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry. How rude of me. I’m Tia. I am not a whore. I shower – well, except for tonight - brush my teeth, and I like men who aren’t too lazy to wank.”

  The men burst out laughing, some of them holding their bellies as they try to regain control.

  “Well,” the ginger-haired girl says. “We didn’t ask your opinion. These men will decide if they want us here or not.”

  “These men have personal hygiene, and even if they don’t, they are about to learn it because I’m about to lecture them on the dangers of sticking their dicks into trashcans.”

  Ginger’s eyes widen and she sniffs loudly, her chin tilted slightly up.

  “Now run along, because believe me, if I have to step around this table, there’s goin’ to be fists a-swingin’.”

  “Come on Janie,” the blonde says. “We can do better anyway.”

  “Oh.” I laugh. “You keep telling yourself that, honey.”

  When they’re gone, everyone is still laughing. I stand and take a small bow, before sitting back in my seat, but not before turning to Cade and saying, “You need to teach your boys better hygiene.”

  “Think you just did that for them.” He chuckles. “Way to go, little wingman.”

  Seems that name has stuck.

  I’m totally okay with that.

  ~*~*~*~

  “So, darlin’, tell us why Reign ain’t here and you are,” Jackson says as the night progresses on.

  “I thought bikers didn’t gossip?” I say, raising my brows at him.

  He winks at me. God, he’s good looking. If I was maybe ten years older I’d be all over him. Though it looked like Serenity was doing a damned good job at it herself.

  “He’s our boy, and if our boy is caught up in somethin’, we wanna know.”

  “Aw.” I pout, pushing my lip out. Then I say in a cute voice, “Your boy.”

  “You’re a real smartass, ain’t ya, precious?” Spike says, giving me a lazy half-grin.

  “I was born this way,” I begin, and then finish the sentence off by singing a Miley Cyrus song, “I can’t be tamed . . .”

  Laughter breaks out again and Addi announces, “I like her. Maybe we have a boy spare that can give her a place as an old lady.”

  “Better not do that,” Cade says. “Reign would have a fuckin’ fit.”

  “Oh, he would not,” I protest.

  Addi leans in closer. “So who is this Reign?”

  “He’s like, fuckin’ smokin’ hot,” Ciara adds, with an enthusiastic nod of her head.

  “Hey,” Spike barks. “Calm down, Tomcat.”

  She blows him a kiss and turns back to us. “I saw him the other night at the club. Holy shit, woman. Tell me you’ve tapped that.”r />
  “Oh, I tapped it all right. He’ll need therapy after the tapping I gave him.”

  Addison laughs and wraps an arm around me. “I’m claiming you. You’re my type of girl.”

  Cade rolls his eyes and puts a booted foot up on the chair next to him. “You gonna tell us why you’re in here gettin’ drunk, and why he ain’t?”

  “You know why Reign hired me,” I say, shooting back another shot of tequila. “He’s hung up on his ex and he wanted me to make her jealous. We fucked a few times, he picked her. The end. All is fair in love and war.”

  Cade raises his brows at me and Serenity pipes up with, “What a jerk-off. Picking her.”

  I nod at her. “Right?”

  “Did he actually say the words ‘I pick her?’” Cade asks.

  I look away sheepishly. “Well, not exactly, but . . .”

  “Then how do you know he picked her?”

  “He just did.”

  “You talk to him about it?”

  I glare at him. “Jesus, biker,” I mutter. “No I didn’t talk to him about it. I found out some information about her and told him, she disputed it and he believed her.”

  “What information?”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “She aborted his baby and told him she miscarried. She’s a lying slut.”

  He sits upright. “Then what the fuck are you doin’ backin’ down?”

  My mouth drops open. “What do you want me to do? He picked her. He didn’t believe me.”

  “He’s our people, and our people don’t get messed around by a fuckin’ whore and her expensive fuckin’ pussy. You sure she said she aborted the baby?”

  I hold up my hand, where a fading bruise lays angrily across my knuckles. “I’m sure.”

  He nods. “And you care about him?”

  “That’s beside the point—”

  “Do you fuckin’ care about him?” he snaps, cutting me off.

  “I change my mind,” I mumble, crossing my arms. “I don’t want to be an old lady. You bikers are broody.”

  Addi laughs and says, “Don’t mind him. Just answer the question, honey. Did you care about him?”

  I sigh. “Yes, of course. I love him.”

  They all stare at me.

  “Then what the hell are you doing?” Ciara cries. “Make that bitch cry for what she’s done.”

  “How?” I ask.

  Spike and Cade grin at each other. “All you need, sugar,” Cade smirks, “is proof.”

  Proof.

  Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?

  “I change my mind again. You’re a fucking genius, biker!” I screech, clapping my hands.

  “Atta girl,” Jackson says finally. I think he’s been too busy petting Serenity under the table to reply, if you know what I mean?

  “So I just have to get proof,” I say, then my smile fades. “How do I do that?”

  “Simple,” Serenity pipes up. “Record her.”

  I ponder this and a slow grin spreads across my face. “Record her I can do.”

  “All you gotta do is be your sassy self, go back to work, show Reign what he’s missing and in the meantime, carry around a recorder. If you have an iPhone, there will already be one on there. When you’re with her, turn it on and hopefully you can pick it up. If you’re smart, you could set up her up,” Spike offers.

  “She won’t trust me right away,” I say, rubbing my chin. “But it’s possible.”

  “Then your problem is solved,” Cade says. “Simple.”

  I smile and take another shot.

  “Speak of the devil,” Spike mutters.

  “Holy mother,” Addison breathes. “I just saw fucking sex on legs walk into the bar.”

  “Oi,” Cade barks at her. “Eyes over here, sugar.”

  She waves a hand. “You know I love you, but shit . . . Tia . . . is that your man?”

  I turn and a sexy smile appears on my face. Reign has just stepped into the bar and fuck, he does look like sex on legs. He’s wearing a pair of black jeans that aren’t too tight, but aren’t too loose either. He’s got on a tight-fitting red-and-black shirt and his hair is messy, like he’s simply run his fingers through it. He’s got a few days growth on his jaw and fuck, he looks good: all bulging muscles and bad boy brooding.

  “Oh,” I breathe. “That’s him all right.”

  “Damn,” Serenity mutters.

  “I agree,” Ciara says, nodding in appreciation.

  “Will you girls fuckin’ stop eye-fuckin’ him,” Spike growls.

  The girls turn away sheepishly, and crawl over to their men. I stand and start towards Reign. His eyes find me and widen. Oh, shit; I forgot I look like a street bum. Too late now. I walk towards him and stop about a foot away. He tilts his head and studies me, before simply saying, “You’re drunk.”

  “Nice to see you too, Reign. I’ve really missed you.”

  His lip quirks. “See you’ve not left your sass at home.”

  “Of course. Would you expect any less?”

  He shakes his head. “No.”

  “What’re you doing here?”

  He looks over to Spike and nods his head. “Got some business to take care of.”

  I press my hand to my chest. “So you didn’t come for me? I’ll die!” I wail.

  He grins finally, and it hits me like sunshine on a rainy day: all fresh and beautiful, taking away the misery. He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good to see you, Tia.”

  Oh, my.

  I turn and follow him as he approaches the table. Spike reaches up and shakes his hand, then adds, “Here’s a beer. Sit down.”

  He thrusts a beer at Reign, who takes it and spins a chair around backwards, sitting on it and facing the group. Someone makes a lusty sound and I smother a laugh. Addi stands up and takes my hand, pulling me to the bar with the excuse of “getting another drink.”

  “Oh my God,” she says when we get there. “He’s super hot.”

  “Yeah,” I say, looking back at Reign.

  “And he totally fucks you with his eyes. That’s a good sign.”

  “You think?” I ask, tapping the bar to get the bartender’s attention.

  “Oh, most definitely. Get a shot; we’re going to dance. I’m going to get the lowdown on that big guy, but my guess is that he absolutely wants you.”

  “And dancing will show that . . . how?”

  “Oh, easy.”

  I take my shot and she drags me out to the dance floor. We start dancing and within minutes, two men have approached us. With a flick of her hand, Addi sends them my way. I gape at her as she blows me a kiss and skips off the dance floor. That shithead. Luckily for me, I’m drunk enough to go with the flow. The men are good looking, so I start dancing with them.

  Within five minutes, Reign has stopped talking to Spike and is shooting daggers at the two lots of hands on my hips. Grinning, I throw my hands up and twist about, grinding myself against them. Less than a minute later, Reign’s hand is on my arm and he’s tugging me out from between them. He spins me around, glaring down at me.

  “Hello Reign.” I smile, putting my hands on his chest.

  “Don’t play coy with me, Tia. What the fuck are you doin’?”

  “Well,” I say. “Last time I checked, it was called dancing. Though there was a point there I’m sure man number one was going in for the one-finger sneak attack, you know?”

  His eyes blaze and his nostrils flare. “No,” he grinds out. “I don’t know.”

  “Oh, you should try it sometime,” I say, stepping past him. “All you do is slip a finger under a girl’s dress when you’re dancing. In my case, I have granny panties on, because, like Spike says, I’m dressed like a street bum. So I really don’t think he would have gotten close to Mrs. Mufflepuff, and—”

  He grabs me again, spinning me back around so I’m crushed against him. “You want me to go and rip his fuckin’ finger off?”

  “Well, if you’d like to, sure.”

  He reaches up an
d curls his fingers around the back of my neck, bringing me closer. “We’re leaving. You’re not staying here alone, and you’re not going to argue with me about that.”

  “Bossy,” I mutter.

  He spins me back around and with one arm hooked around my waist, he takes me back to the guys. “We’ll finish this later,” he says to Spike. “I need to get her home.”

  Spike nods, winking at me. “You two have fun.”

  “Oh, we will,” I sing.

  Addi gives me the thumbs-up and an enthusiastic head nod.

  I guess that means she was right.

  Jackpot.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Reign has his SUV available to take us home in. I’m not complaining, I feel tough riding alongside him in this big, black, man machine. Though getting in whilst under the weather is a completely different scenario. Firstly, I’m pretty sure I can’t lift my leg that high. Secondly, I’m pretty sure I will land flat on my ass if I even try.

  “You need some help?” Reign says from behind me.

  “Well, I’m in a bit of a predicament. I’m almost sure I can’t lift my leg up that high, and I’m definitely sure I can’t stay upright if I do.”

  He snorts and takes my hips in his hands. In one swift movement I’m in the SUV.

  “Well, no need to make it look so easy.”

  He walks around the front driver’s side and gets in, starting up the heater. I groan and put my hands in front of it. Reign turns to me. “I know what happened at the resort changed a lot of shit for us, but it doesn’t mean I want to see you with another man and his hands on your fuckin’ body.”

  “Jealousy is a bitch, ain’t it?” I mutter.

  “Yeah,” he says. “It fuckin’ is. I’m sorry for makin’ you ever feel like that.”

  I turn to him, shocked he’s actually apologized. His eyes meet mine and sparks explode between us. Oh yes, the sexual tension is most certainly still there. I swallow and stare down at his crotch.

  “Shit, Tia, quit lookin’ at my dick like you want to jump over and ride it.”

  “Well,” I say, lifting my eyes to his. “That is what I’m thinking.”