I don’t recall the last time I just played with a woman’s hair, if ever. I zone out a bit in an almost Zen trance as I twirl and weave it between my fingers.
When the band takes a break, I take the opportunity to get us more drinks. I haven’t been on a lot of dates. Not that I don’t get laid a ton; I just don’t really need to put much effort into a woman who hangs around the club. I’m not some horndog who needs to get my dick wet every five seconds, but when I have a need, I can usually find someone to help me out.
Not lately, of course. The job has been taking up too much of my mind for me to do anything but think about it. Till I met Viv, that is. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve imagined heron her knees in my shower as I blow into her mouth and not the drain like I’ve been doing.
But despite my lack of dating history, I still feel like tonight’s going well. We haven’t talked much. When we ate, we did, but then we came in here and it’s been too loud. Still, this might be the best night I’ve had in a while. I’m okay with not getting her whole story. Oh, I want it, but I can wait. I can get small details here and there and figure out the bigger picture over time. Because while I’m not looking for an old lady, I’m open to starting something and seeing where it goes while I’m here. I know it won’t be a forever type of thing, but having a steady person around while I’m here doesn’t seem like a bad idea either.
When I grab the new beers, I tip the bartender more than I should since he skipped the line to get to me, which has me thinking the club could do with some recruiting, starting with this place. The bouncer, who seems to be a carbon copy of the bartender, both seem to recognize and respect the patch I wear. I know the club is known here, since it has hands in a few cookie jars. But both guys seem to understand who I am too. They see the president patch and respect it. Not everyone does.
Turning back, I pause a second as I see that my empty chair is not so empty now. In fact, four guys are crowding Viv, all with their own vests on, and not a single one is part of my club. I recognize the patch and realize the boys are about three hours north of their territory. It ain’t rare for a club to encroach on another, but it’s been a while since I’ve dealt with it.
Might have gotten used to the cushy spot in Kansas my old chapter has. No one touches the entire state withoutgoing through the Hounds. Here we are up north, a small territory, but a good one to have with the access to the waterways that allow for transporting things out of the country. Club doesn’t deal with drugs, but we’ve made deals with others to provide protection for those who choose to move a product from one side of our area to another. Our only rule is that we can check the inventory. We make sure we know what we’re carrying so we can better protect it. Also, so we can say hell no if it’s something we ain’t about to be caught up in, like human trafficking.
“You’re in my seat,” I say to the guy who’s trying to lean into Viv, who’s doing a good job of keeping out of his slobber. He seems to be drooling on my date, and I don’t blame him. She’s fly as shit.
He does a slow turn to look at me, as if he’s confused why someone would dare talk to him. Dick must think he’s hot shit, but I don’t see an officer’s rocker on his vest, nor the other guys’. He might think he’s top dog, but his club doesn’t. At least not enough to vote him into a position other than member.
“So?” he snarls at me, and I watch as his eyes take in my cut, then my patches. To his credit, he doesn’t back away crying like he should. But I do note that the rest of his friends at least stand tall and stop leaning over the table like they own it.
“So get lost,” Viv spits out, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by those three words before. “Told you before, I ain’t interested now and won’t be tomorrow. I’ve got a date, and I plan to see how it goes. If he’s lucky, it ain’t going to end for at least another week. Then I’ll start on date number two. With him.” She shoots me a wink before lookingback at the three standing, glaring at them from her seated position. “So, take your boy so he’ll stop embarrassing himself any more than he already is.”
“You bitch,” the guy mutters, and I just breathe out audibly.
“Now you did it. Get up.” I set the beers down on the table beside us. It’s no surprise that we’re now the main entertainment for most of the patrons here.
“Why?” The guy is a dumbass for sure. Hell, that might be an insult to dumbasses. He’s seriously not the brains of any operation.
“So I can kick your ass.” I push up my sleeves, making sure I have some stretch in my shirt. I didn’t really dress for kicking ass, but I can make this work. “No one calls a woman that, and especially not her.”
“Oh, honey, that’s really sweet.” I peek at her and notice she isn’t focused on anyone but the men before us. “You’re going to get way more than a boob grab tonight. But you should know something about me before we take this any further.”
The guy finally stands, and I notice he’s got less than an inch on me. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” I ask.
“I really am a bitch.”
Faster than anyone can register her words, she kicks the table against the group with one leg and then jumps out of her chair, grabbing it and smashing it against the closest guy next to her. The guy stumbles, and then she hits him with her left hook. He falls like a sack of potatoes.
The guy I was standing off against is like me, too transfixed watching Viv to put up a fight. So I do what any respectable biker would: I grab one of the beer bottles and smash it over his head, then step over his unconscious ass to get a better viewpoint. I’m not above a cheap shot, nor am I willing to jump in. Viv has it handled and then some.
The other two guys only take half a beat longer before they decided that Viv being a woman ain’t a reason to hold back. They both rush her, but she just ducks a second before one gets close, then uses his momentum to ram her shoulder into his stomach and toss him over her back before blocking a hit and countering with a side jab to the next guy.
My jaw is on the floor, admiring the way this woman spars with the last one standing as I step on the guy rolling on the ground. I press my weight on his neck to keep him down as I watch the art of the beatdown.
Her technique is flawless. She dips, dives, and dodges with the best of them. I’m suddenly glad I’m the only brother out tonight; if another got a glimpse of her mastery, there would be a fucking line beating down her door. I can think of at least a dozen guys who would be on their knees in a second if they saw what I’m seeing. Thank God Casper only sent me here, and no one from the local chapter is dumb enough to crash my date.
Interesting how it only takes a little flash of pussy to have you singing a different tune about this land of cold.
I push the devil on my shoulder off with a shrug. Usually he and I get along great, and the other one is the one I’m shaking off. But he isn’t wrong. Guess I just needed the proper incentive to see what this place has to offer.
To the last man’s credit, he doesn’t go down with a single blow like the first one. But he also ain’t doing so well on his own feet, swaying all over the place and getting sloppy. There’s a slight smirk on Viv’s face, and I know she’s just playing with him now.
“Wow, you punch harder than my niece. But she’s only five. I bet in six months I won’t be able to say that again.”
He swings wide at her taunt and stumbles forward with the arc of his fist. She sidesteps before turning back, bouncing on her toes, even in her heeled boots. Hot as fuck.
“Damn,” someone mutters behind me.
I turn and see the bouncer. Then I see everyone else, all watching something that doesn’t belong to them. I glare hard, enough for the guy to feel me looking at him. He turns in the direction of what I’m sure he feels is his impending death. His eyes go wide a second before he looks back at my girl, and when I take a step toward him, he holds his hands up and backs up.
