Renegade Lady (30 page)

A smile crosses my face as I run my tongue from his collar bone to his ear.  “As dirty as you want.”

Before I can blink, he has me on my back and is removing my clothes.  As soon as I’m down to my bare ass, he jumps from the bed and kicks off his boots.  “Put your hand on your pussy baby, and get it ready for me.”

I do as he says while watching him take off his jeans.  As soon as his cock springs free, I decide to give him a present. I sit up and crawl to the side of bed, and then reach out and run my tongue across the tip of his dick. 

He jumps back.  “No, you don’t do that shit.”

Hearing him say that lets me know that I’m making the right decision.  “I want to do it for you.”

He shakes his head.  “Hell no.  It brings back bad memories for you, and I don’t want that shit to be a part of us.”

Just knowing that he cares enough to want this to be good for me, not only my body, but also my soul, makes me love him even more, so I pull out the big guns.   “I want to do it.  I want to have your cock in my mouth while I make myself come on my fingers.”

Lust fills his eyes, and he takes a step forward.  “Are you sure about this, baby girl?”

I reach out and wrap my fingers around his cock, the contact making my already wet pussy gush.  “Oh, hell yeah!”

He smiles, placing his hands on my shoulders.  “Then start working that pussy.”

I immediately do what he says, using two fingers to rub slow circles over my clit.  I put my weight on my other hand and use just my mouth to suck him in, taking him deep into my throat without once feeling an ounce of fear.  Within minutes, his hips are bucking and pre-cum is leaking into my mouth. 

What once was disgusting is now fuckin’ delicious.   Just the taste of him has me sending my fingers into my pussy, sliding them out as fast as I can.  I continue to bob my head, taking him as deep as possible, until I feel his cock start to spasm.  When he explodes in my mouth, I slam my fingers deep into me and moan my own release around his dick.

Kidd

I leave Jenna sprawled across the bed, dead to the world, and make my way down the hall.  When I reach Preach’s room, I swing the door open, not even bothering to knock.  I see Preach passed out on the bed with a nearly empty bottle of vodka in his hand.  I’m shocked as shit that some bitch isn’t in bed with him, but then again, I guess no one is fuckin’ the girls until the final STD test results are in.

I walk over to him and kick the bed.  “Get the fuck up!” I shout, letting anger fill my voice. 

Jenna trusts me not to say shit about Daisy, and I won’t break that trust but this fucker is gonna get a beat down, even though he won’t know why.  I know I should take it easy on him, because he’s gonna get even more of one when the brothers find out what the fuck he did.  You don’t fuck a member’s kid, get her pregnant, and then treat her like shit.  That just doesn’t happen. 

I know I fucked up with Jenna, but this asshole is even worse than me.   I would’ve been by her side if she had gotten pregnant.  I would have been there even if she didn’t want me to. Preach is so fucked up when it comes to Daisy, I’m not sure how he’ll react. 

Daisy’s all about the sweetness.  She is nothing like Jenna; not that my woman can’t be sweet, but she just seems to lean toward the bitch side more often than not.  She used to be sweet, but that all changed when I fucked up.  I used to think I wanted my sweet Jenna back, but over the last few days, I’ve discovered that I like having a bitch in my bed. 

As sweet as Daisy is, she’s stubborn.  Every bit as stubborn as Jenna.  It took me six years to get Jenna back, and I had to force her then.  I’m thinking Daisy will fight it just as hard. I’m thinking she may never give him another chance. I can only hope I’m wrong.

I kick the bed again, and he still doesn’t move, so I reel back and send the bottom of my boot into his ass.  Finally, Preach rolls over, landing on the floor.

“Fuckin’ floor,” he mutters, trying to push himself up onto his knees. 

I feel my eyebrows go up. Did he seriously just curse the damn floor?

“Get the fuck up!” I shout again.

He pulls himself up and leans against the wall. He then starts to walk back to bed, but stops when he sees me.  For few seconds, he just stands there and stares at me, in shock that I’m in his room. He tries to take a step towards me but stumbles and lands against the wall.

“Yo Pres, what’s up?” he slurs.

I say nothing, just take my fist and crush it into his jaw. I don’t let up on the beating until he’s on the floor not moving. When I’m done, I rip off my t-shirt and wipe his blood off me, then walk to the door of his room and yell for a prospect.  A minute later, Rum comes strolling down the hall. 

When he sees Preach in a heap on the floor, he lets out a low whistle.  “What the fuck happened to him?”

I ignore his question. “Call Doc and get his ass over here.  Tell him to fix Preach up, but he’s not allowed to give him a fuckin’ thing for pain.”

I start to walk down the hallway, but stop when I notice Rum just standing there, staring into Preach’s room.  “Hurry the fuck up.  He’s bleeding like a stuck pig. I just want him to hurt, not die.”

A few minutes later, I’m sliding back into bed with Jenna.  I barely get under the covers before she says, “You didn’t kill him did you?”

I chuckle as I throw my arm around her.  “Nah, just taught him a lesson.”

“I don’t think he knows about the baby, so I don’t know if the lesson was needed just yet.”

I give her a gentle squeeze.  “Yeah, baby it was.  When a man hurts a good woman, he pays for it.”

I feel her body tighten, and I know where her thoughts have gone.  “Yeah, I took an ass whooping for what I did to you.  Actually, I took two.”

“Who?”

I tuck her head under my chin.  “Chipper, but quite a few of other brothers let me know if I hadn’t been there VP at the time, they would have kicked my ass too.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

I feel her wiggle into me, trying to meld her body to mine.  “I’m not sorry you had your ass kicked. You deserved that, but I am sorry I wouldn’t talk to you after that night.    If I would’ve just listened to you, instead of being such a bitch, we wouldn’t have lost the last six years.  Those six years are what I’m sorry about.”

I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain. No matter what she says, this shit is my fault.  Not only did I break her heart six years ago, I also flaunted my shit around the club.  Knowing my girl, she was probably pissed as hell when she saw me with the club girls.  “You didn’t do it.  I did, and I don’t want to ever hear you say you’re sorry again.”

“I’ll say whatever in the hell I want.”

I blow out a frustrated breath, causing her hair to tickle my chin.  “If you try to fight with me over this, I will tan your ass.”

“Sounds fun, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow night.  I’m too sleepy to play right now.”

“Night, baby girl,” I say with a chuckle.

She giggles then yawns as her body starts to go slack.  “Love you, Kidd.”

“Love you too.”

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Kidd

I pull on my cut and look towards the bed.  “What do you got planned for the day?”

Jenna sits up, stretching her arms over her head.  “I asked Skittles to see if she could find any girls to come in for interviews.  She texted me last night while we were at Ink Kings.  She’s got three coming in.  I’ll still need more, but it’s a start.”

“Where are you gonna do these interviews at?”

She crawls from the bed as she answers.  “The Kitty Kat.  I’ve done a few at the apartments, but some of the ones I hired bailed their first night.  These girls need to know where they’ll be working.  They got to understand, it’s not Hooters. It’s a strip club.”

For some reason, the thought of her leaving the club house doesn’t sit right with me today.  I haven’t let her go anywhere on her own since I found out about Timmons, but today I don’t want her outside of the club.  “Can you do the interviews here?”

“These boys have been pussy deprived for a day, so I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Shit!  I should have known she’d argue about this.  “Damn it, Jenna.  Can you please just do the fuckin’ interviews here?”

A puzzled expression crosses her face “I can, but why?”

I walk over to her and pull her into my arms.  “I don’t know, but I need you here today.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I just don’t want you leaving clubhouse right now.”

She goes onto her toes and wraps her arms around my neck.  “Are you sure nothing happened?”

I lean my head down, placing my forehead against hers.  “No, baby girl.  I just have to visit the Lords’ clubhouse today, so I’m gonna be out of town.  I need to know that you’re okay.  If you’re here, I will.”

She pulls back then brushes her lips across mine.  “I’ll do them here, Kidd.”

Thank Fuck!

Jenna

I look over to Daisy and roll my eyes.  She hides her laugh with a cough and looks back to the brunette sitting in front of us.  “So, you took ballet classes when you were in Junior High and you want to strip to your old routine?”

The chick nods her head, making her look like one of those stupid Taco Bell dogs that people put on their dashboards.  “Yes, it would be soooo cool.  It will bring a level of sophistication to the club.  Who knows? It might even get you some new customers. Doctors and lawyers love the ballet.”

I shake my head at her stupidity.  “You do know The Kitty Kat is owned by an MC, right?”

“What’s an MC?”

I barely hold in my sigh.  “Motorcycle Club.  You know, like the one you’re sitting in.”

She scrunches her nose and says, “I’m sure those kind of guys would like it too.”

I’ve finally had enough, so I call over my shoulder.  “Hey, Rum, come here.”

A few seconds later, he’s at my side.  “Whatcha’ need, Ice?”

“When you come to The Kitty Kat, what do you come to see?”

He snorts, thinking my question is idiotic.  Which it is.  “Tits and ass.”

“Would you come to see ballet?”

“I guess, as long as the bitch doing it shows her tits and ass,” he says with a shrug.  “Oh, don’t forget her pussy.  Gotta have the pussy shot.”

I smile at him and look back to the brunette.  “Does you’re routine include showing your tits and ass?”

“And her pussy!” Rum shouts as he walks away.

Daisy chuckles, “Yes, we can’t forget the pussy.”

The brunette’s eyes keep darting between Rum and me, and she stutters, “I, I, I….”

I finally decide to take pity on her. “Just go.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, she’s out of her chair and running towards the door.  When the door shuts behind her, Daisy and I burst out laughing.  Shit!  That was fucking hilarious; a tinker bell stripper. 

When our laughter finally dies down, I look over to Daisy.  “Well, that’s two for two.”

“But we still have one more.  Maybe she’ll be a winner?”

“Maybe, but right now, I gotta piss too bad to give a shit,” I say as I stand up and start walking to the hall. 

I barely make it a foot into the hallway when a hand wraps around my waist and pulls me into one of the storage rooms.  Before I can even open my mouth, something hard hits me on the side of the head.

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Kidd

“I don’t care if your boys bring him in dead or alive.  Either way, you get the money,” I say to Miller, the Lords’ president. 

“I understand.  Man fucked with my woman, I’d want him dead too,” he says, sticking his hand out.

I reach for it and grab his forearm.  “Thank you, brother.”

A minute later, Chipper and I are climbing on our bikes.  “I want you to stop by the warehouse on your way home.  I don’t know how much of a mess the boys made when they handled that shit with the girls.  Take a look and see if we need to call in clean up.”