“It’s gonna be late.” I didn’t expect to leave the clubhouse ‘til well into the morning.
“Just wake me up when you get home.”
She wasn’t going to budge on this. I had been a prospect for the club four months, and she refused to even step foot at the clubhouse. “One day, I’m going to get you to come to a party.”
She scoffed. “But that day is not today,” she laughed.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and rolled out of bed. She pulled the blanket over her body and turned onto her back. “You didn’t need to cover up.”
She rolled her eyes and fluffed the pillow under her head. “Last I checked, if you’re not in this bed, then you don’t have a say about what I’m wearing or doing.”
I grabbed the blanket and tugged it down her body ‘til I could see her tits. “Is that so?”
She grabbed the blanket to tug it up, but I didn’t let it go. “You’re gonna be late, Quinn,” she tried to reason.
“I’m already late, Kimber. My ass should have been on my bike half an hour ago, but your greedy pussy kept me in bed.”
She scooted down the bed and managed to get under the covers enough to conceal her body from me. “Well, this pussy is staying in bed cause I had a long day at work and since you just fucked me twice, I think a nap is needed before I order pizza.”
“A nap and pizza, huh?” That did seem like a good night, but the club couldn’t be put off. I let go of the blanket and bent to pick up my clothes. “Save me a slice, and don’t put fucking olives on it.”
She snuggled under the blanket and watched me get dressed. “How many people are going to be there tonight?”
This was the fourth large party the club had since I had started prospecting, and each one kept getting bigger than the last. “I think a shit-ton. I don’t get to sit in on the meetings, but Mud had mentioned another club was coming in for the night.”
“Still can’t believe the guy who is your sponsor goes by the name Mud.”
I shrugged on my shirt. “Baby, I told you road names can be anything. You should be happy and realize I was lucky to get a name like Gear and not Mud or Bug.” I pulled on my socks and then my pants.
She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled on my shoes. “But you don’t have to bust my balls about it all of the time,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she sighed. “I promise I’ll come to the next party with you. I just don’t want to go to one of these and then be left all alone because you have some obligation to grab someone a beer every five minutes.”
I stood up and turned to look down at her. “You’re really going to go to the next one?” I asked, surprised. I really didn’t think I was ever going to be able to get her to come to the clubhouse.
She nodded. “Only for you, though. I’m not interested in making friends with the other chicks.”
“They’re called ol’ ladies, Kimber,” I chuckled. “And I happen to know when the next party is.”
“Oh God,” she laughed. “I have time to look forward to dreading going.”
I shook my head. “You won’t have to wait long. Tomorrow night is another party.”
Her jaw dropped. “Wait…what?” she squawked. “I can’t…you didn’t…”
She knew there wasn’t a way in hell that I was going to let her go back on her promise of coming to the next party. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Get some rest, baby. You’re going to need it for the party tomorrow.”
I strutted out of the room and straight out of our apartment.
Kimber may not like the club, but she was going to start coming to these damn parties with me.
She had said she would, and I wasn’t going to let her go back on her word.
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