“Somethin’ like that,” I tell her, giving her a slap on the ass before I walk off to get dressed.
She follows me to our room, wrapped up in her black silken robe.“Where are you going?”
“Clubhouse.Got some shit to take care of.”
“You just got here.”
“Doesn’t change that I’ve got things to see to.”
“Like the skank you brought home?”
“Don’t call her that.You don’t know her.”
“And you do?”
“No.”I grunt and head toward the door as I shrug my cut over my arms.“Told you this is club business.”
“Will it be club business when you fuck her?Think you can keep your wife at home and your whore at the clubhouse?”
“I’ll let you know.”I slam the door behind me and trek toward the clubhouse.
I don’t have to look hard to find Jessika.She’s at the bar laughing at something Foolish just said to her.I don’t like the idea of them sharing a joke I’m not privy to.
I light up a cigarette and signal for Rizz to get me a bottle of Bud.“What’s on Frenchie’s menu tonight?”
Frenchie, the woman who has the run of the clubhouse, earned her name because the Eiffel Tower was her favorite sex position back in the day or so I’ve heard.She keeps the club girls in line, runs the kitchen, makes sure the bar is stocked, and cleans when time permits it.She got her start as my Uncle Hoss’s whore.Now she’s his companion.At least officially, since his ol’ lady, Nattie, passed away some years back.
She’s been training Madz to replace her one day, but that won’t happen if Gray steps up to claim her.But hell, that will happen over Low’s dead body.
“She took the night off but ordered pizzas from Dough Brothers.Rizz went down to the gate to meet the delivery guy.”
“Good deal.”
Fuck knows, I can’t count on Faye to cook.Between Frenchie and Grannie Mags, they keep me well fed.No one can top my Grannie’s mac and cheese.Faye could fuck up a bologna sandwich, but she can suck my dick like a fucking champ.
Jessika turns at the sound of my voice, her body jolting as our eyes meet.I don’t know what it is about her that has my heart racing at the mere sight of her.Guilt has my chest tightening.I was just fucking my wife while fantasizing about her.Wishing it was her cheeks hollowing around my cock.Her sweet heat I was sinking inside.
I take a hard pull of my beer and make my way to where she sits at the other end of the bar with Madz.“Pizza will be here soon,” I tell them.
“The one with chicken and tomatoes is Jessika’s,” Foolish informs me.
“As long as there’s not any pineapple on it,” I grumble.
“What’s wrong with pineapple on pizza?”Madz puts a hand on her hip.
“Everything, but that’s not surprising considerin’ the fugly ass shoes you wear,” Cash pipes in.
“Excuse me.There is nothing wrong with my shoes.”
All of us seem to look down at her feet at the same time.
“Why do you have rubber balls hanging off the backs of your shoes?”I pinch the bridge of my nose.“On second thought, I don’t care.”
“They’re Croc charms, but these ones in particular are my nuts.Gotta remind you guys that just because I’m a girl, that doesn’t mean I don’t have balls.”She smirks and I shake my head.She is a fucking looney cunt, but loyal.
Rizz comes in carrying a stack of pizzas and behind him is Swift with some wings and garlic cheese bread.
The guys push a few tables together and the girls grab some napkins and drinks.Faye should be here at my side, but she’d rather sit at home and sulk for no damn good reason.I’m done trying to understand her.
