Resistance (5 page)

“Actually,
Lish is right. It’s an all-male club. The history is that MC stood for Male Club, but changed to Motorcycle Club over the years because some clubs do let women join, just not this one.”

“That’s bullshit,” she huffs. Carmine and Hoot both snort and snicker at her words.

“Allie...” I groan and roll my eyes.

“I know, no swearing. Be nice, polite, no cuss words, get good grades...
yada yada,” she preaches flippantly.

“Keep it up and I’m telling your mom,” I groan
.

“Ugh, please don’t. Seriously, she’s all...less...sassy since we moved in with Dom. He makes her more ladylike,” she pouts
.

I can’t help it
—she's right, of course, but the way in which she chose to word it is dead-on. My ribs constrict as I try to hold back my laughter. It sorta hurts.

“None of that matters, you are still expected to act like a lady. A sassy lady, but a
lady
,” I stress, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Whatever,” she scowls. I squeeze her to me and hold tight for a moment before letting her back up to go find her friends.

This kid is going to give me an ulcer. I need to get out more. I need to dive back into the dating scene. Maybe.

Chapter 4

Five Months Later

The bar is quickly filling up. I glance around and spot a seat at the bar. One lone stool. I have a rare night alone and nothing going on at the MC. Allie has been going through a spurt where she wants to spend weeknights at my place because it’s closer to school. Not that I mind, but everyone needs down time once in a while. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid and I just can’t seem to make myself mix business with pleasure at Mayhem. There are plenty of girls there who want to be someone’s
ol’ lady, but they’ve all been around the block a little too much for my taste. The MC is something I do for me, not something I do to get pussy.

“This seat taken?” I ask the long
, black flowing hair next to me. It’s shiny and I bet it’s soft. I kinda want to touch it. She turns her head just slightly so she can make out my face. Her eyes are a warm brown with flecks of light gold in them. They accentuate her olive skin. She might do for the evening but I’m in a shit mood and really don’t feel like chatting all that much, so maybe not.

Clara and I had a rough time coexisting at the shop today. Things have been tense since they returned from their honeymoon. I don’t know what's up but I’m sure it’ll all come out soon enough with the way she’s been brooding and picking fights with me. The black-haired chick's lips make this perfect little unintentional pout that takes my mind off my wandering thoughts
.

Hot
.

I watch her gaze flit to my left hand hanging limply at my side. No ring to be found. She smirks, just barely, but I caught it
.

Flirt
.

“Nope
,” she answers and turns back to her drink. I slide onto the stool next to her and flag down the bartender to order. Stealing a glance, I notice a tattoo peeking out of her t-shirt sleeve and I wonder who did it and how much more of her it covers. It’s only natural to wonder. There aren’t many shops outside of mine and Clara’s. We know all the local tattoo artists around. The bartender slides my beer to me with a nod and heads down to the other end to attend to more people. I stare into my beer, feeling tired and run-down. Everything’s been such a clusterfuck the last year and the wedding was just the icing on the cake. With the tension going on at the shop between me and Clara, and Kylie calling me non-stop wanting to go out, I’ve been in a funk, mood-wise.

She’s gone
.

Really gone
.

Married with a ring on her finger for six months now
.

I stupidly held out some small nugget of hope that we still had a chance but I handed that chance, literally, to Dominic when I gave her away that day. I’m not hung up on Clara, I’m really not
.

Fuck. My. Life
.

“Play a game with me
,” prompts the black-haired beauty’s sultry voice as she turns to me. I don’t bother slapping a smile on my face; social graces can suck it. I turn to her slowly, being snapped out of my pity party, and let my gaze openly roam her body. She’s the kind of girl who has curves in all the right places, just enough chest and hips that you can hold onto. She looks young. I bet she tastes sweet. I wonder if she’ll be enough to make me forget Clara for a night.

“Fine. I’ll bite
,” I say with a grin, but it doesn’t reach my eyes, I can feel how fake it is. She doesn’t seem to notice, though. Maybe she’s subpar, intelligence-wise. Somehow I find that many of the really attractive women out there are a little lacking in the brains department. Maybe it’s because they never had to try. Their looks did all the work for them.

“Truth or
lie?” she asks. A small scar at the bridge of her nose crinkles. I want to know how she got it.

Stumped
.

Did I mishear her?

I’m not sure what that means.

“I don’t know?” I ask quizzically. She throws her head backwards and laughs loudly. It’s a guttural laugh. Her eyes look like they hold the secret to life as she laughs. It’s incredibly sexy. She shifts her body so that her knees face my body
.

She’s invested now
.

I know body language
.

“I’ll give you a topic after you choose truth or lie. Then you have to tell
a truth or a lie about the topic, as you picked.”

“
Ahh, okay. Lie,” I retort, slightly uneasily. I’m not sure this game is going to end well. I watch her with fascination as she thinks of a topic. It’s almost like you can see her thoughts moving around in her head. She’s really quite beautiful. Her skin is olive colored and blemish free. Her hair hangs in very long, thick sheets down her back and she looks fit. Pouting mouth, neck like a swan, just natural beauty. A little too old, I think, to be a VTech student, but maybe she's here for grad work.

“Kids
,” she states, leaning back slightly and looking smug.

She’s waiting on me.

“Kids? Okay. The lie,” I start. “You will feel nothing but joy and love. It will feel like the most gratifying thing you’ve ever done. You will be rewarded for any hardships you face while raising them with a grateful, loving, wonderful child by the end. It’s all sunshine and puppy dogs,” I finish.

She snickers before taking a sip of her drink. Her lips wrap around the edge of the glass in the most seductive way. It’s like a train wreck
—I can't tear my eyes away.

Want
.

Lust. My dick twitches as I watch her. Yeah. She’ll do.

“Did I do it right?” I croak, trying to drag my mind out of the gutter. She seems so indifferent to me, to this whole thing she suggested. She’s all business. It’s throwing my game off.

“Oh yes, well, really, I don't know, I don't have children so maybe the lie is truth or the truth is a lie.”

Her no-bullshit response is telling, but only to a point. I like talking to her and I’m going to take a chance and throw her game back at her.

“Truth or lie?” I quip with a wink. Her nose wrinkles up with surprise. That tiny scar disappear
s with the movement.

I like it.

“Topic first,” she answers, fingering her glass with slender fingers.

“That’s like cheating
,” I say and chuckle. She shrugs and remains silent. “Fine. A one-night stand.” Her lips twitch for a moment and she studies my face intently. She’s not shy.

Desire
.

It’s in her eyes.

“Lie, then.” She cocks her head to the side and studies my face some more. It makes me squirm internally. Bringing a hand to her mouth, she traces her pouty bottom lip with her fingers and closes her eyes. Her finger drops to her collarbone. “It starts with us, here. You like what you see. We flirt intelligently over drinks for a bit before I excuse myself for the restroom. When I come out you’re waiting for me. Your hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to you. Our lips collide. Soft. Silky. Exploratory. Perfection.” She sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out. Her voice is low but clear.

I’m hot
.

It’s really so hot in here
.

“Taking me by the hand
, you lead me out of the bar and take me home. We’re not even through the threshold when you tear your shirt off, followed by mine. You, of course, look photoshopped with your six pack of rippling abdominals and I have a Victoria’s Secret model body. You lean down, firmly holding me. Your tongue traces trails from my neck down and over my breasts. It’s divine, actually. Slowly tasting me. My nipples are hard little nubs. Savoring me. Making me burn from the inside out. I wrap my arms around you and jump up. I love the feel of your hands digging into my ass and your erection pressing into my crotch as you walk us to the bedroom, never breaking our kiss.” Her voice is calm, confident, and sultry.

This girl will kill me
.

I know it
.

I can sense it
.

She’s a death wish
.

I want her
.

Here
.

Now
.

On the bar top, I don’t care who sees
.

Her chest heaves as she speaks
, her breasts pushing up and out against her tight cotton t-shirt. Her full lips, moving as she speaks, are captivating. I can’t tear my eyes from her mouth. She breaks the tense silence, continuing, “You toss me on the bed and yank my pants off with a growl. I’m wet. So wet. For you. I tremble with need for you. I tell you to touch me. I tell you I need you to touch me, to taste me, and so you do. Your hands explore every last centimeter of my skin, setting me on fire. Your tongue follows suit. When your mouth reaches my pussy I squirm and wiggle and beg you for more. I’m a mess of pleasure by the time your rock hard co...”

“I get it
,” I interrupt, feeling like I’m about to explode. There is no way my face isn't fifty shades of crimson right now.

She smirks and leans forward. “The truth is a cold shower.”

“Oh? Now I want to know what the other answer would have been.” And I do. Her brashness, her brain, it’s like everything she says is calculated.

Intense
.

I need more.

Desperately.

“I’ll tell you on one condition
,” she says and smiles coyly.

“Uh. Al
l right, shoot.”

“You take me home after.” Shock courses through me
.

That’s the only thing I feel. Don’t get me wrong, one
-night stands are about all I’m good for these days, but usually I have to work for them a little more than this. It makes me wonder, actually. She’s gorgeous. She doesn’t need to be so upfront. Why no chase?

Do I care?

Nope. No, I do not.

Hot, young piece of ass sitting in front of me will do just fine. I can already imagine her panties dropping to her knees for me
.

“Deal
,” I say and shrug. I am the motherfucking king of the world right now.

“One
-night stand, the truth.” She clears her throat and pauses, thinking. “It’s terrible. We flirt, but it’s strained. We awkwardly make our way out of here. You don't know whether or not to hold my hand or kiss me. You want to, but you aren't sure that’s how the situation works. We fumble through undressing, unsure of our abilities in the sack now that it’s go time. I have scars and you probably have some weird mole or beer gut that’s well hidden under clothes. Bodies slapping, sweat beading, strange sounds produced by two bodies that don’t know each other. It’s dirty and not sexy at all really. The orgasms are mediocre at best because you don't know my body and I don't know yours. We don't have the history that lovers do, the time spent learning all the likes and dislikes. You’ll move over me and I’ll make noises and pretend it’s the best ever, and quite frankly, you’ll do the same because you feel the same. Men aren’t so different from women in that regard. You’ll finish and we’ll pretend to really want to do it again or even talk to each other again and the best part of the night will end up being the relief you feel when I’m gone. The pretense will be over and you can finally just lay back and relax,” she finishes, sounding slightly bored.

She's not mad
.

She's not being sarcastic
.

This bitch is being
completely honest and it’s the most attractive speech I’ve heard in a long time. Her soft porn account got my dick twitching, I won't lie, but she just called it out and owned it.

I fucking love that.

“Let’s go have the worst night of sex ever then, yeah?” I chuckle and stand. I toss a fifty onto the counter to cover her drink as well as mine and stare at her expectantly. Her eyes narrow slightly in a way that makes me wonder if I’ve done something wrong.
“How’d you get here?” she asks.

“I walked
,” I answer, realizing that I walked from the shop. But we can’t walk to my house, it’s too far. Maybe the back room at the shop wouldn't be so bad after all.

“I live in the next town over, so I can drive us.”
She waits, the cutest face of irritation shadowing her features. It’s as if she's put out, having to deal with this at all. It’s comical, really. Maybe I should just take her in the bathroom quickly and be done with it.

“Better idea
, princess,” I rumble. “There’s a hotel close to here. I'll pay. Let’s go there.”

Her hand rakes through her long
, black hair as she glares at me. Uh-oh.

“Don't call me that. Ever. A hotel is fine
,” she clips, shrugging on her hoodie. Note to self: Pet names are not appreciated.

“Name
, then? I should probably know what to scream out in our moment of awkward pleasure.” She smiles at me. It’s a real smile this time. Toothy and white and stunning. She has dimples that I want to kiss at either side of her mouth.

“Ma...Pepper. You?” she
asks.

A fake name
, perhaps?