Page 43 of Watcher

I ease out of Hellcat and go the the bathroom, cleaning myself off before returning to the bed and cleaning her up. I crawl next to Hellcat, and we share a long, wet, and passionate kiss.

“You’re going to be a little sore,” I say, moving back her auburn hair.

“I don’t care. That was fucking wild, Watcher.” She runs a fingertip down my chest. “Damn, I didn’t see any of this coming when I rolled out of bed last week. I thought life was going to be the same old, same old. Fuck.”

I grab her ass and pull her against me. “You can’t live someone else’s life just like they can’t live yours. You need to find your direction and go, baby.”

“I want to try it,” she says.

“Try what? Going your own direction?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She slides a finger between her pussy lips and then slides the finger into my mouth. “I want you and Jeremy at the same time. I want you to be my…”

“Your bull,” I say. “Like I said, whatever you want. That’s what I’m here for.”

“I need to go back to Memphis tonight,” she says. “We have practice tomorrow and a game on Saturday. I have an apartment lined up. Furniture is being delivered in the morning. If you can get away tomorrow?”

“Let me see what the club has going on.” I lay back and tuck an arm beneath my head.

“What’re you thinking?” she asks. She drapes a leg over mine, resting her hand on my chest.

“Wondering how far is too far with you.” I’ve never given a damn before, so why now? Gentry, the girl who trained me so many years ago, gave me an option: continue with what we were doing or quietly bow out. She said it with love and admiration. It was her saying I’m going to fuck with your world, and this is your last chance to leave before things get messy. I stayed and allowed them to get messy.

“I don’t want to stop, Watcher.” She lays back and stares at the ceiling. “I’m too far into this thing with you to ever want to turn around. I’m doing this for me as much as I’m doing it for you. I know that sounds strange coming from someone my age, but the last week has opened my eyes to everything around me. I’ve become more aware.”

“I’m grooming you the way she groomed me,” I say. “It will be up to you to say no.”

“I’ll never say no.”

I can’t help but laugh. They always say no, eventually. “Then we’ll keep going.”

“I have another favor,” she says. “I started thinking about that sex club you talked about.”

“Kink club,” I correct. “What about it?”

“The club needs an income stream. We can’t rely on my funds forever. Besides, I think the girls would rather know they are all adding to the club’s growth and not just relying on me. Running a kink club would give them purpose and make them feel needed and empowered.”

“You want my help starting it,” I say. It’s a fucking brilliant idea. “You have a place?”

“I have one in mind.” She nods, ideas running through her head. “Actually, I have two places in mind.”

“Whoa, slow down.” I pull Jess on top of me. “You have to get permits and shit. You don’t just open the doors. There’s security and equipment. There’s a cleaning crew and a booze license. There’s a lot of fucking shit to do. Are you ready for all that?” She kisses me, and I know she’s thought it all through. It’s in her eyes. There’s no stopping this train.

“I know the first club will be a success. I just need your help with it.” She grabs my dick as if she’s going to crank the answer out of me. “I need you on this with me just like I need your help getting the Sisters of Chaos kicked off. You’re the mentor and lover I need in my life, Watcher.”

“Okay, Hellcat,” I say. I crawl out of bed. “I know you wanted to help with the bike, but it’s almost finished. I’ll head to Memphis tonight and have a Prospect bring your bike. We’ll start riding tomorrow. I spoke with the Memphis chapter; they’ve managed to get bikes for your club. Since they’re close, they’ll help your club keep them maintained.” I start toward the bathroom to shower. “Why’re you smiling, Hellcat?”

“Fuck, I love that name.” She reaches out and squeezes my cock a little harder. Tears fill her eyes. “I’m smiling because I was lost before you came into my life. I had no direction and was allowing Sandy to run all over me. I don’t care about that anymore. I’m going to put this club and the kink club together and be who I am because of you.”

“It’s going to be a rough road, babe,” I say. It will be, but I don’t want to belabor the point. We all have to find out things the hard way. It makes us who we are. It keeps life from becoming stale. “I’m going to ride that road with you and ensure you’re successful in anything you do.”

“I wish you could have met my mother,” she says.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh gawd. You would have tried to nail her?”

I fight to hold back the laugh but fail miserably. “No. I’m just not the kind of man a woman takes home to her parents. When your father finds out you’re with a biker, he’s going to lose his shit.”

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