Page 37 of Acid

Queenie smiles and nods. “Sure thing,” she says before walking away.

“Thanks Pres,” Bambi replied. “I?—”

Ghost cuts him off before he can finish. “You want to be part of this club, then you have to fucking be a part of this family. That means doing what is expected, and taking care of my woman, this family,” he growls. Bambi nods, swallowing. “That being said, you know that it goes both fucking ways. You got a problem, you come to us. You fucking tell us. Do you understand me?”

Bambi nods. “Yes, Pres.”

“Good. Now fuck off and help Queenie with your room,” Ghost snaps.

Bambi moves quickly, running down the hall to Queenie. Happ stands there for a moment. “He’s 19. Been homeless for the past year,” he informs Ghost.

“Why the fuck didn’t anyone say anything?” Ghost counters.

“Because he is new, he is still learning, and he didn’t want to appear weak,” Happ clarifies.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Go and take him down some food and grab him a couple of our T-shirts. Tell him to have a shower and eat something. I don’t want him fucking dying on us,” Ghost orders. Happ nods and walks off.

“Feel like a dick now, don’t ya?” Spider says with a grin.

Ghost looks at Spider. “Fuck off.”

Spider laughs. “Knew there was some love in that cold dead heart of yours.”

We laugh and continue to drink before Belle walks over to Beast. “I am ready for bed.” She yawns.

Beast wraps his arm around her. “Let’s take you home,” he says, giving us a chin lift before he leaves.

“Where’s Scar?” I ask, looking around.

“Fucking that woman from the club,” Spider says, nodding in the direction of the rooms.

“Fuck, he doesn’t waste time.” I laugh. As Star saunters her way over to Ghost, her eyes fixated on him, she wobbles slightly, a little drunk from all the cocktails they’ve had. She rests her hands on his chest and Ghost places his hand on her behind, pressing her in close to him.

“What do you want, darlin’?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips.

“Your mouth and cock, please,” she sings drunkenly. We laugh. Ghost places his drink on the bar before dragging Star offto their room in the club. Slowly, as if one by one, they all leave to go to bed.

“Jesus, it’s like a damn sex hotel.” I laugh to myself. Rhea walks over to me bare foot, her heels dumped somewhere on the floor, her smile wide. I smile back at her. “You had a good time tonight?” I ask.

She nods. “The best.”

“You look stunning.” I compliment. Her eyes darken, her lips part slightly, and her cheeks turn a shade of pink. I place my drink down on the bar and take a step closer to her. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t retreat. I delicately brush away a strand of hair away from her face, her breath hitching at my touch. “Do you remember what you said at the club?” I ask her. She swallows and nods. “You want an orgasm?” I ask, repeating her request from earlier back to her. She nods again. I fight the urge to take her mouth. Maybe it’s seeing her in this dress, maybe it’s the fact I haven’t fucked in months, or maybe it’s the fact that every fucker in this club is getting fucking laid. However, we are friends, and I have to remember that. Neither of us want to risk that.

“Acid,” she breathes.

“You kissed me earlier,” I remind her. She looks away embarrassed, but I grab her chin firmly, forcing her to look at me. “I enjoyed it, and I think you did too.” The look in her eyes tells me she did. “How drunk are you?” I ask her.

“Why?” she whispers.

“Because darlin’, I’m about to make you a proposition. But if you are drunk, I won’t make it. I want you clear headed when I offer you this,” I tell her.

She swallows nervously. “I haven’t had a drink since the club. I’ve been drinking orange juice,” she answers honestly.

I nod before releasing my hold on her chin. I slowly glide my hands across her jaw until I’m cupping her face. I lean in closer,her eyes searching mine. “Come to bed with me,” I demand. Her lips part, a look of surprise on her face. “You say no, I promise our friendship will remain the same. You say yes, our friendship will remain the same apart, from if you want to do it again, then while in bed, it will obviously be different. No strings, no relationship, because I know you don’t want that and neither do I. Just two friends with an understanding, an agreement. Doesn’t even need to be sex.”

She frowns. “If it wasn’t sex, what would it be?” she asks innocently.

I smile as I lean in closer. I delicately glide my tongue across her bottom lip, causing her to shudder. “Mouths, hands, and toys,” I whisper across her lips. “At any point you say stop, I will stop.”

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