Fuck that’s hot…
I quicken my thrusts but bend slightly at the knees to hit her G-spot. She screams, digging her nails into my arms while I groan at the pleasure as I look up at her.
Her light pink hair is spread across my pillows, her light blue eyes screwed shut as her orgasm washes over her. Her body tightens, her walls squeeze me, fluttering around my cock but that isn’t what sets me off. The vision before me changes.
Black hair spreads across my blue sheets instead, dark green eyes piercing into mine, eyes that I can spend hours looking into, is what sets me off as always. My balls tighten, my spine tingles and I quickly pull out of Misty’s pussy and grab my dick, squeezing it as I come, the condom filling.
I’m not one to come in a club girl, even with a condom on. Ass, pussy, mouth is a no go for me. Club girls will do anything to trap a brother, including spitting a brother's release into their hand and shoving it inside them.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, breathing heavy, but not in pleasure, instead I feel like a fucking prick.
This is the only way I can come nowadays. I think of Ivy, my best friend, and I feel like an ass for it every single time.
Shaking my head, I climb off Misty who drops her legs breathing heavy with a sated look on her sweaty face and I head to my bathroom while pulling the condom off my flaccid dick ignoring her.
I can’t keep going on like this. She is all I can think of every day, and it’s driving me insane. I'm completely insane because I know I can’t go there with her, not just because I know she deserves better than someone like me, but because of the conversation I had her brother, my club brother. Last week when he noticed how I was looking at her, a look I try not to give her when we’re surrounded but clearly failed that day.
“Don’t go there,” Venom snaps, and I look his way with a furrowed brow. He nods to his sister who is grinning at Viper and states, “You’ve made it perfectly clear you want to be a player. You made it fucking pretty obvious you don’t want to go down the same route as all the other brothers have with their women, a route we both know you’ll go down, so stay the hell away from my sister.”
I shake my head and snap, “She’s my best friend, Venom!”
He shrugs, “And that is all it will ever be between you two – friendship – because let’s face it, we have our father's blood running through our veins.”
He walked away after that when Ivy skipped over to us, and we’ve barely spoken since.
How could a man who grew up with me think I’d put his sister in the same situation our fathers have put our mothers in?
I sigh as I empty the condom in the sink and wash it out before I drop the condom in the trash can, then look in the mirror.
I understand his concerns, believe me I fucking do. Glock cheated on his mama, which isn’t really a shocker. Most of the older generation haven’t been faithful to their women, who some are aware of and are willing to deal with, only wanting the brother's patch. Others, like my mama, walk away. Clara took a page from my mother’s book and threw her cut on the bar five months ago, walking away without looking back while Glock ran out of their room, pulling his jeans up and a smirking Jewels following, the same Jewels who now pouts because Glock hasn’t touched her since.
Unfortunately for Glock, he didn’t just lose his wife five months ago and seems to be using him for his bank balance now but Ivy wants nothing to do with him. She also gave Jewels a black eye.
So, I can understand why Venom gave me the warning, but he should also know I wouldn’t go there anyhow because he is right, we do have our fathers’ blood inside us. If I made Ivy mine, something I have wanted since she was eighteen, maybe even sooner if I allow my mind to wonder, something I won’t do knowing I’ll want to shoot myself and I cheated on her, fuck, that feeling alone would kill me.
I know I should have more faith in myself but I swore I’d never have an old lady, including my best friend, and I won’t, I fucking can’t.
Swallowing hard, I shove away from the counter and walk naked back into my room to see Misty sitting on the edge of my bed already dressed in her short mini dress with cut-out sides, but her attention is on the photo of Ivy and me on her eighteenth birthday in the yard.
She’s on my back and we’re both grinning at the camera.
That day, I probably started to see her in a different light, and I can’t even explain why. One minute, I was talking to my dad, and the next, I locked on Ivy’s form, and my stomach suddenly tightened when I saw a prospect flirting with her. It’s like I allowed myself to see her in a new light.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, when she had boyfriends, I felt overprotective, but that was because I thought no guy was good enough for my best friend.
Guess I was wrong.
“Time to go, Misty,” I say as I walk over to my chest of drawers, feeling her eyes on me.
“Off to spend the day with Ivy,” she spits, and I roll my eyes at her jealousy.
She fucks half the brothers, including the other clubwhores yet she has the gall to act jealous when we all know she wants a brother’s patch. Since I became VP, she’s had her eyes on me, especially since Blade has gone and fallen for Luna, the princess of the Furies MC. She’s disappeared after Blade accused her of being a traitor when she omitted the truth about who she was related to believing she was just a waitress, not the sister to our enemy.
There has been a whole lot of shit happening lately, and I’m honestly sick of it. I thought fucking Misty would help relieve the frustration inside me, but again, I guess I was wrong.
Blade met Luna at the Furies’ diner, Big Macenzie’s Grub where we were supposed to burn the place down after their prospects had killed Macky, Venom and Ivy’s grandfather, a dear brother who had went to go see what shit had happened at our decoy warehouse after the alarms went off only to have a blade stabbed into his neck. Something that wouldn’t have happened if Blade’s mama hadn’t snuck her nose in club business and demanded the prospect who was going to go with him to stay and ended up losing her old lady cut in the process, something she didn’t even care about.
The brothers believe she can’t get over the fact that her old man fathered a child with someone else and has been a bitch ever since. I’m beginning to see that she wants out and knows Brick won’t let her leave unless she does something really fucking big.
