Page 32 of Pooh

The women are chatting and I take a moment to look around at the people gathered today. Family is the theme and that’s just how I like it. And then my eyes land on Tammy and Trigger. Oh shit! They are standing close, heads bent toward each other, and talking. I feel the guilt again and know that tomorrow I’ll be having a conversation with Trigger and Tammy. And I’ll probably die. Fun times to look forward to.

“Ride! Ride! I want a ride!” demands Mac.

I pick him up and set him on his feet in the bed of the truck. Craig giggles and tests the controller. The truck shoots forward and Craig runs behind steering it wildly around the compound to the amusement of all the adults present. Mac spreads his wings and starts making a siren sound. It’s very realistic and it gains everyone’s attention. The two quickly disappear behind the clubhouse with Axel chasing them while hollering he wants a turn. I’m just hoping he doesn’t try to squeeze his glutes into the truck and just settles for steering it instead.

It’s evening now and the vibe has changed. One of the women from New Horizons came and picked up an exhausted Craig when Tammy decided she wanted to stay longer. I’ve given up trying to keep an eye on her whereabouts. The woman is all over the place and has talked to everyone at least once today. She’s clearly enjoying herself and I’ve noticed Trigger’s eyes rarely leave her.

The other kids, including Bella, have been taken back to their homes also. The club sluts and strippers are starting to make their appearances. Less clothing is visible and things will get interesting soon. I’m unsure of how Pippa is going to react to a real club party.

She has rarely left my side, except to help with the cleanup, and I’m very happy about that fact. We’ve made our rounds and chatted with everyone but now we’re leaning against the clubhouse wall and watching the band set up. I’m debating about getting her out of here or staying and seeing what she thinks.

“I like your club members, Pooh. They’ve all been so nice to us and especially Craig. He had the best time today. Thank you for inviting us,” Pippa quietly tells me.

“You’re welcome, doll. I’m glad you came.”

“Hey, Pooh! Hit me up later, okay?” drawls Peaches as she walks past. She has clothing on but it covers next to nothing. Her timing sucks. I feel Pippa withdraw mentally from me instantly.

“I should go find Tammy and get going. Thank…”

“No, you shouldn’t. You should note that I’m standing here with you, not Peaches, because I want to be. You’ve been by my side most of the day and that is exactly what I wanted,” I tell her sincerely.

I hate the unsure look on Pippa’s face. She’s not accustomed to my lifestyle, a biker lifestyle, and the doubt is creeping in. I know she’s a strong, independent woman and that’s one of the main things I like about her. But that independent streak is telling her to back away from someone like me. Yeah, I’m an alpha type personality but I’m not some asshole that would expect her to sit home while I cheat with some piece of club ass. But I’m not sure Pippa knows me well enough to understand that yet.

“I have noted that, Pooh. But I’ve also noted how casual many of the people here are about sex, about relationships. Club sluts? Really? Maybe it’s because of my job, but I look at those women and I wonder about what happened in their lives to make being a club slut a good idea. I’m trying hard not to judge because while everyone calls them sluts, I see damaged women. Women with low self-esteem and they weren’t born with it. It’s been developed over time from being treated as less and they’ve grown accustomed to accepting scraps.”

I never looked at it that way before. I just assumed the women enjoyed the sex and the booze and that was that. I’m sure they do enjoy both but why would they settle for less, settle for a constant stream of different beds, different dicks?

“Another thing that is unfair about it is that they’re looked down on for choosing to be a slut and yet the men who sleep with them are no better. I’ve heard you all laughing about Vex being a slut, but it’s said in an almost reverent way. Like he’s so pretty he can fuck anything, anyone, anytime and it’s cool. But the women are treated as less because they do the same damn thing. Double standards suck. If I were to sleep with you, Vex and Cash, I’d suddenly be looked down on but none of you three would be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of your club women but the men who use them are no better.”

Well, fuck. I have nothing to say to that and the kicker is, she’s right. We’ve all enjoyed the benefits of having free ass to tap and never wondered about the story behind the girls’ lives. I’m as guilty as the rest of the men.

“I don’t have all the answers to life’s problems, Pippa. I just know that you’ve been here with me all day and I’ve liked that a lot. And I’m not interested in club ass. I haven’t been in a long while now and certainly not since we’ve met. I’m not perfect, never said I was, but I would like a chance to get to know you better. To spend time with you and not just through texting.”

Pippa moves in closer to me and places her hand on my abs.

“I’d like that too, Pooh. But I’m not ready to jump into bed and complicate things with sex. I’m not very experienced and that’s because it’s been my choice to be that way. I’m not a virgin or a prude. I have my kinks, too. But I’m not sure I’m ready for that next step.”

“Then spend time with me and we’ll leave sex off the table. We’ll move at a speed you are comfortable with, babe. No hurry, I’m not going anywhere. Yeah?”

While Pippa is thinking that over, Pigeon strolls past us carrying a naked slut over his shoulder while fingering her. The woman, Joanie, is moaning non-stop and begging for more. I’m currently hating on my club brothers for giving Pippa the idea that it could be me instead of Pigeon. A few months ago and it could have been. Damn!

“Okay, Pooh. I can do that.”

Before she changes her mind, I lean forward and brush my lips across hers. I lightly grasp both sides of her face and pull her body into mine while changing the angle of my mouth and kissing her harder. Her hands hit my waist and she flattens her body against mine while responding wholeheartedly. She tastes like sugar and her mouth is doing crazy things to my mind. She slides her tongue along mine and gives as good as she gets. After a moment, I pull back slightly and admire the hot look in her eyes and the plumpness of her lips.

“I don’t need a ride home, Pips. I have a ride,” interrupts Tammy, giggling like a school girl.

We both turn to see her and Trigger walking past, hands all over each other. The look on Pippa’s face is priceless. She doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed, laugh it off or insist on a morals chat with Tammy. Luckily, she just nods her head and then turns her wide, surprised eyes my direction. It’s cute.

“Do I want to know where they’re going?”

“We each have a room here. I’m guessing that’s where they are headed.”

“You live here?”

“At the moment, yes. I’m having a house built on the property, though.”

Pippa again moves closer to me and quietly rocks my world when she says, “Would you be upset if I wanted to leave the party and just hang with you in your room instead?”

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