Page 2 of What He Wants

I was sure that Lucy thought that she was sexy, but she was too pale, too skinny, and had raccoon eyes that complimented the snarls in her bushy hair. Right then she was twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, biting down on her bottom lip with a gleam in her eyes that said that she’d like to go another round. I let my gaze travel from her large tits--which I had to admit were nice down to her wet snatch, feeling nothing, which was usually the norm for me after I’d come so fucking hard.

I glanced down at my deflated dick. “Not happening.”

She giggled and stepped further into the bathroom. “I bet I could change his mind.” The next thing I knew she was cupping my balls. “I know how you like it. And you know how much I like your big cock.”

I released a deep breath. Yeah, I was big, twelve inches big, and I wasn’t just long. The girth and massive shape of my dick went with the rest of my huge body. It was how I’d gotten my name. I’d just been patched in and was celebrating by making my way through the club girls, and then some. More than one had left my room swearing that they’d never had a cock as big. A few hadn’t been able to take it. Before the end of the night, the name Big John had filtered throughout the clubhouse, and the name had stuck.

“Get the fuck out,” I said, ignoring her pout. I pulled away and went back into my bedroom. “I’m done for the night.” I didn’t have time to coddle her, and besides, club girls knew the score.

As I slipped into my jeans I heard her heavy sigh, and then the door close behind her as she left. Thank fuck. I didn’t like dealing with women when they whined and wanted something that I couldn’t give them. If I’d fucked her again she might have taken that as a sign that I liked her more than the others, it wasn’t uncommon, and I’d learned a long time ago not to play favorites. Women were nothing but vessels for my over-sized dick. I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted, and made sure to spread myself out to the five club whores equally.

I was never going to find a woman to settle down with, because I wouldn’t give one a chance.

I went out to the clubroom to find Hawk and Rock at the bar bullshitting. There was no question that the brothers were close. Hell, the three of us were. I may not have been a patched member for as long as they had been, but I’d proven myself and worked my way through the club like a fucking cyclone. I’d known going in that I wouldn’t be content with a soldier status, I’d wanted a more significant role, and becoming the club enforcer suited me. With my background and skill set I was right where I wanted to be. I liked inflicting pain on the fuckers who deserved it.

I liked pain.

“Hey, brother.”

I gave Rock a chin lift. “What’s up?” I plopped my ass down on the seat next to him.

Hawk was the one who answered. “Too fucking much,” he growled with a smile on his face. “And I like it that way.”

I agreed. Peace was good, but war was what we lived for. Keeping our town safe, keeping our families safe. Shit in the club could go south at any time, and we knew that it was the little shit that kept us on our toes, that kept us primed and ready to protect what was ours. It hadn’t been that long since Rock, his woman, and his son had been threatened, and we’d had to destroy another MC to save them.

“You look like shit, brother.”

I laughed at Rock’s assessment. Since he had an old lady now, he--fuck, he and Hawk both--took the time to keep their hair trimmed and the scruff on their faces short. “Don’t know why, I just blew away one of the sweetbutts’.”

“Yeah, Lucy just came prancing through here practically naked, looking used and mumbling something about your big dick,” Hawk joked.

I shrugged. “Hey, when you have it…” I trailed off, leaving the rest to their imagination. “Beer,” I said, making eye contact with Joanne.

“We need to find you a woman. That will domesticate your ass.”

I glared at Hawk. He was my president, but some topics were off limits, even for him. “I just had a woman,” I snarled, taking the beer Joanne handed out to me and guzzling down half of it. When I was done, I slammed the bottle down onto the bar top. “And I don’t need to be domesticated.” Fuck, no. That was for other brothers who were tired of free pussy and variety. It made me wonder. “Don’t you brothers get tired of going home to the same pussy every night?”

Both men shook their heads in unison. “Hell, no, brother,” Rock admitted without hesitation. “Not when I have the sweetest woman in the whole fucking world waiting for me at home. It’s different when you meet that special someone. She ruins it for all others with her−” He paused, and gave a snort. “Listen to me sounding like a fucking therapist.”

Hawk and I both chuckled.

“Seriously,” Hawk began, rubbing the bottom half of his jaw. “It’s different, good different. It’s like their pussies have magic or something, making you crave only theirs. Trust me, your time will come, and when it does you’d be smart to embrace it. There’s nothing like it.”

I didn’t even hesitate, because I knew that something like that was not for me. “No thank you.” I didn’t need or want a woman that I couldn’t live without.

I didn’t want that.

I did need my beard trimmed, though.

“Either one of you been down to the new salon?”

“Some of the brothers have, said there was a real looker down there who made it obvious that she’d like to take a walk on the wild side.”

I snorted. Translation: she wanted to fuck a biker. Some women who weren’t associated with MC’s had no clue what we were about. All they knew were the rumors they heard, and that they wanted an adventure. All they saw was leather and bikes and they wanted a taste. I wouldn’t have been surprised if her ass hadn’t already been tapped by a brother. It didn’t matter to me, if she was that eager I was willing to bet she’d go with whoever showed interest. I was game. Variety and all that.

“You could use some cleaning up, brother,” Hawk said with a grin. “What with the holiday party coming up and everything.”

Yeah, the club’s old ladies were planning a big party that was going to take over the front of the bar and the restaurant for a whole fucking night.

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