by Dawn Martens
“Hell no! I’ll never be your old lady. I’ll never be anyone’s old lady. We tried that once, and it only worked until you busted your nut. Plus, I don’t even fucking like you,” she shouts, her words slurred.
I hate to hear her say shit like that. It’s hard to believe that after all this time, she still thinks I just used her for her pussy. “Don’t have to fuckin’ like me, baby girl, just gotta be there for me and only me. You step out, you’re done.”
I’m not sure why I added those last words. I know Jenna, and she would never fuck around on her old man. Club girl or not, she’s loyal to the bone. The only thing is making sure that she accepts me as her old man.
Jenna keeps shouting, but I ignore her and look around the room. “Listen up, boys. Ice is mine. You touch her, you deal with me.”
I spot Preach lounging on the couch with one of the club whores grinding on his lap. I point towards him. “You, take Ice to her room. She’s to stay there until I say different.”
I start to walk away, but turn back to Preach. “Do what you have to do to keep her in her room, but don’t hurt her. She’s my old lady now, so make sure you show her the respect she deserves.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I hear Jenna screech at the top of her lungs. I can’t help but chuckle. She’s gonna take me on one hell of a ride, but making her mine is going to be worth it.
Jenna
I watch Kidd walk away and have to fight the urge to wiggle in my seat. Even through my alcohol induced haze, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His hair is the color of melted butterscotch and his eyes remind me of a cloudless sky. His face isn’t what most women would consider classically handsome; it's too rugged, and too harsh. He always sports a five o’clock shadow, and I've often thought back to what it felt like against my skin.
His body, well I don't think a person could find the right words to do it justice. He's temptation walking around in a pair of faded Levi's. He's not as big as some of the other brothers, barely reaching six foot and probably weighing around 200 pounds, but he carries himself in a way that makes him appear to be the biggest and baddest of them all. Kidd is one of those men that makes you wet just by looking at him. Too bad he's such a self- righteous prick.
He is such a damn tool. We haven’t talked in nearly six years, and now he says I’m going to be his old lady. What the fuck is he thinking? Me as his old lady? No damn way. Been there, done that, and not going there again. If he thinks he can just walk in here and tell me what to do, he’s got another thing coming. I’m not going to be his old lady. I’ll never be anyone’s old lady. I’m not going down that path again, especially not with Kidd.
Chipper keeps telling me to get over my issues with Kidd, but I can’t forget everything that happened between us. I opened myself up to him, only to get ground under his boot heel. I don’t care what he’s saying now, he doesn’t really want me. He didn’t want me six years ago, and nothing has changed.
“Another,” I shout to Rum, the prospect manning the bar.
Rum shakes his head. “I can’t give you anymore, Ice. You heard the Pres. Preach has got to take you to your room.”
“I’m not going any fucking where!” I shout, banging my empty glass onto the bar.
“You got to do what Kidd says, and so do I. I have no choice but to take you to your room and you know it, so make this easy on both of us and don’t fight me,” Preach says as he walks towards me.
I shoot him a glare. “If you ever want to get your dick sucked again, you better not touch me. You know my girls listen to me. I’ll tell every single one of them to cut your ass off.”
Preach’s face goes pale, because he knows what I say is true. I run the girls, and they listen to me. If I say so, his ass will never get another piece of club pussy again. “Oh shit! Come on, Ice. That’s not fair. You know this shit isn’t my fault. I have to do what the Pres' says, or I’ll catch seven kinds of hell.”
I start to respond, but am cut off by the sound of people walking into the room. I turn and see Reese walking towards me with a sexy smile beaming on his gorgeous face.
Thank God it’s him; my best friend and occasional fuck buddy. He’s the only man I’m close to other than Timber. That’s not really true. I’m close to Chipper too. I’m only alive today because of him, but Chipper and I have been on the outs for a while. He wants me to clean up my act, yet he refuses to understand that I’m as clean as I am ever going to be.
“Tough mornin’, sweetheart?” he says, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my neck.
“Yeah, you could say that. You’ll never believe what Kidd just did,” I say in a near shout.
He chuckles at me. “I wouldn’t put much past him, especially where you’re concerned.”
“He came in here and took my whiskey away,” I say, showing him my empty glass. “He said I couldn’t have any more.”
“Well, that’s not such a bad thing. You have been spending a lot of time at the bottom of a bottle lately.”
“Whatever, that’s not even the worst of it.”
He cocks a brow. “What else?”
“He said I’m gonna be his old lady. He didn’t even ask. He just told me I was his, but I’m never going to be anyone’s old lady, especially not his. You know how he treated me. How the hell can he even think I’d take him as my old man after all that shit?” I finish with a shout.
A flash of pain crosses Reese’s face. “Old Lady? Are you sure he said that?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure. I may be half drunk, but I’m not deaf.”
Reese places his hand on my arm and gives it a tight squeeze. “What did you say to him?”
“I told him hell no!”
“You know you should accept it. Either that or leave the club,” he says quietly. “You know if it wasn’t for Roxy, I would’ve made you my old lady a long fucking time ago, but it’s too late now,” he says, mumbling something under his breath about Kidd and not wanting to give his girl to anyone.
I snort. “Leaving the club will never happen. This is my home.”
He shrugs. “Then you’re going to have to be his old lady.”
“Right, you know my thoughts on that, Reese. I’m not gonna be anyone’s old lady. I’m not going to have an old man that’ll be telling me what to do while he’s out fucking around. Kidd is the fucking Pres. He already thinks he’s God. Plus, he has a different woman in his bed every damn night, so monogamy would never happen with him. You know how much it bothers me to share.”
“I think Kidd will be true to you. Not all of the brothers fuck around. You’re the only woman I touch. Shit! I haven’t even fucked my old lady in years,” he says in a quiet voice.
If I didn’t know Reese as well as I do, I wouldn’t believe that shit, but it’s true. Reese is loyal, very loyal, just not to his old lady. Roxy doesn’t deserve his loyalty, though. She’s a raving bitch; a fucking loon through and through.
“You know that I’m not old lady material. I just can’t do it.”
His eyes go soft. “Don’t do this, Ice. I don’t want to lose your friendship. If you fight Kidd, you’ll be tossed out.”
I decide it’s time to change the subject, so I stand up and wrap my arms around Reese’s waist.
“Let’s go to my room,” I whisper, putting my mouth to his.
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls from my grasp and grabs my hand. We barely reach the hall before Preach steps in front of us. “Sorry, Reese. Pres told me to take Ice to her room. I can’t let her go anywhere alone with you, man.”
“Fine, walk with us,” Reese says, pushing past him and leading me down the hall.
I’m the only woman with a room at the club. All the other unclaimed girls have apartments in town. The building is owned by the club, of course. I have an apartment there too, although I’ve never even spent the night in it. Chipper wanted me to stay with him, but his house just hasn’t felt the same since Mindy died. It’s still my home, and always will be, but it’s j
ust different without her there. It’s been years since I slept anywhere but the club. I feel safe here, and here is where I plan to stay.
As soon as Reese and I step into my room, I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. I look back and see him standing in the doorway, looking sad. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I can’t fuck you tonight, Jenna.”
His words feel like a direct hit to the gut. Not that I care if I get fucked or not, but I hate knowing that he’s already accepting Kidd’s claim on me. Timber would’ve never given up so easily. “Why not?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“My Wahine,” he says gently, speaking in Polynesian, “you know as well as I do that Kidd has laid a claim. As far as the club is concerned, you’re his old lady. Whether you’ve accepted him or not doesn’t matter. If I fucked you, it’d be a betrayal to the brotherhood.”
“Your Wahine, I don’t think so. Roxy is your woman. She’s your wahine. I’m not your woman. I never have been, and now I never will be.”
Anger flashes in his eyes. “Don’t do that shit, Jenna. If you keep on talking your shit, you’ll have me going after Kidd. Do you want that?”
I look into his eyes and shake my head. I know if I push it, he’ll do anything I want, but I won’t be the reason that Reese gets hurt, and he’d be more than hurt if he fucked another brother’s old lady. “Can you just hold me then? I really need someone to just hold me right now.”
He shoots me a sad smile. “I can do that.”
I pull off the rest of my clothes and crawl into my bed. As soon as I get settled in, I feel him lay down beside me. He immediately pulls me into his arms. “If Kidd wants you, you’re gonna have to accept it. If not, you won’t have a place here anymore.”
“I know, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore right now. I just want to go to sleep,” I say as I close my eyes.
“You know I love you, Jenna.”
“I love you too, Reese.”
He arms grow tighter around my waist. “I know you do, but not the way I want you to.”
I don’t respond, because he’s right. I love him with my entire soul, but I don’t love him the way he loves me. To me, he’s more a friend than a lover. Sure, we have great sex, but the sex isn’t what holds us together. It’s the fact that I know he would lay his life down for mine without any hesitation. I hope he knows that I’d do the same for him.
As much as I love Reese, he’s not what I need right now. He’s just too easy going. Who I need is Timber. He’d kick me in ass and tell me to stand up for myself. He wouldn’t just say to go with the flow. Timber would back my decision, no matter what it was. He’d put me on the back of his bike, and we’d ride away from this shit.
I haven’t seen him in over two years, not since he went inside. I want to visit him in prison, but he doesn’t want me there. He says that he doesn’t want me to see him behind bars, especially when it’s a place he shouldn’t have to be in the first place. Just because he’s a biker and the bastard he cut is a doctor, Timber got screwed. Well it doesn’t matter now, because Timber will be home soon, and the fucker that got him put away will pay.
I lay quietly, continuing to think of Timber, until sleep finally claims me.
CHAPTER Fifteen
Kidd
I’m sitting in my office, looking over the papers for The Kitty Kat, when Chipper comes in. “Where’s Jenna? The girls called and said she hasn’t come in yet?”
“What’s their issue? It’s only three o’clock, and Ice doesn’t usually go in until five,” I say, still focused on the papers on my desk. Why the hell didn’t Pop tell me that running this club meant I had to do fucking paperwork?
He shakes his head and chuckles. “One of the girls over at The Kitty Kat called. That silly chick, Daisy, was practicing some new routine. Seems one of her props got stuck.”
I jerk my head up. “Got stuck?”
“Yeah, I guess she watched some porno where a woman was able to shoot grapes from her pussy,” he says through a smile. “Well, Daisy figured if that woman could do it with grapes, then she could do it with something bigger.”
I shake my head and look back down towards my desk, trying to hide my own smile. “What in the hell did that idiot push up her twat?”
“An orange,” he says with a laugh.
“What the fuck? Why the hell would she do that for?”
“Well, it seems that Preach is real fond of oranges. She figured if her pussy smelled like his favorite fruit, then he might spend some time down there later on tonight.”
I can’t wait to rib Preach’s ass about this. “Well, find Ice, and tell her to pick up Daisy and get her ass to the hospital to make sure she’s ok. Also, have her tell Daisy’s stupid ass not to do that shit anymore. I’m sure if Daisy had just told Preach that she wanted him to eat her snatch, he would’ve jumped on it.”
“What the hell do you think I’m doing here? I would’ve already told her ass this shit if I could find her. No one has seen her around, and she isn’t answering her phone.”
“Have you checked her room?” I say without looking up.
“Hell no. The last time I went in her room was more than three years ago, and she was fucking Reese and Timber at the same damn time, a show I do not want to walk in on again. I think of her as my own daughter, and seeing her like that damn near blinded me.”
The image of her with them flashes through my brain, and I growl out. “Get Reese to check it out.”
“I was gonna do that, but he’s not in his room. I called his house, but his old lady said he didn’t come home last night. In fact, she says he hasn’t spent the night there in over a year. He stops by to see Pebbles every day, but that’s it.” With that last comment, I stand up, my chair toppling over.
“Motherfucker!!!” I shout then storm out of my office.
I make my way to Jenna’s room in less than a minute and push the door open without knocking, sending it banging straight into the wall with a deep thud. My eyes immediately land on Reese, who is laying on the bed, glaring daggers at me. Jenna is beside him, wrapped up in his arms.
For the last six years, I’ve watched him and Timber be all up in Jenna’s shit. Whenever either mother fucker is near her, they have her in their arms. I didn’t like it before, and I sure in the hell don’t like it now, especially since I’ve staked my claim on her. This shit ends now.
Sometimes a part of me thinks that she went to them just to make me jealous. She would catch me watching them all together and shoot a vicious smirk my way. I tried to pay her back by fooling around with Skittles, but that shit didn’t go over well at all.
A few months back, I’d had enough of thinking about my brothers having their hands all over my girl, so I sent Jenna a text message telling her that I needed to talk to her about one of the club girls. After confirming that she was on her way to my office, I called Skittles in and got down to business while I waited for Jenna to show up. Jenna walked in just as Skittles was taking me down her throat.
I knew she was jealous as she took in Skittles going to town on my dick, but she put up that damn wall and acted as if she couldn’t give two shits. So there I sat, with my dick being worshiped by a rainbow headed trick, while I tried to pull some bullshit out of my ass for having Jenna there in the first place. It wasn’t my finest moment, and I may or may not have nutted only after seeing Jenna bounce her fine ass out my office door; an ass that I wanted to be buried deep inside of oh-so-fucking bad.
After that, she refused to even talk to me about the girls. I ended up having to send her texts or relay messages through my brothers. It was a total dick move, but I wanted her to feel a little of the hurt that I’ve been nursing while watching her love on men that ain’t me. I’m just the dumbass that forgot that Jenna isn’t called Ice for shits and giggles. She’s a cold blooded Ice Queen, and once you’re on her shit list, you stay there. Bitches, man.
“We need to talk, brother.” I growl out, sn
apping out of my memories and focusing back on the scene before me.
Reese nods his head and gently untangles his arms from Jenna. Before he gets up, he places his lips on her temple and gives her a soft kiss. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to rush over to the bed and knock him on his ass. “Get the fuck away from her,” I seethe out through my painfully clenched teeth.
He looks back towards me and shrugs. “That’s the last kiss I’ll get to give her. I think you owe me that much,” he says, standing up.
“I don’t owe you shit,” I say, turning around and heading back toward my office.
As soon as I walk into the office, I turn back and look at Reese. “Shut the fuckin’ door.”
I walk over to the fridge and grab two beers. I toss one to Reese and sit down. “You need to stay away from Ice. I mean it, brother.”
He shrugs. “Why should I stay clear of Ice, brother? We’re close, and always have been. I’m not real sure if I’m willing to walk away from her.” His emphasis on ‘brother’ doesn’t have me fooled. He wants to push my buttons. Fucker.
“I’m not saying you can’t talk to her, but you better keep your fucking hands off her.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Man, have you seen her ass? How the hell is a man supposed to keep his hands off something so damn fine?”
I have to fight the urge to punch him in his smart ass mouth. Instead, I just give it to him straight. “She’s my old lady now, and I don’t share.”
“She won’t either,” he says before opening his beer.
“She won’t what?”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “She ain’t gonna share you either, Kidd.”
“She’ll do what I tell her to do,” I reply, even though I have no intentions of sinking my dick into anyone but her. I’ve spent the last six years pretending every woman I’ve touched was Jenna. Why the fuck would I stray when I have the real thing at home?
Reese chuckles. “Obviously, you don’t know Ice as well as you think you do. She does what she wants.”
