Page 9 of Romeo

Like the kitchen, the bar itself was busy tonight. And not only with his brothers. With actual paying patrons.

Customers who didn’t give a shit about rubbing elbows with Black bikers.

Customers who didn’t clutch their fucking pearls when it came to patronizing a MC-owned bar.

Customers who knew to keep any bullshit comments to themselves about the Dark Knights or bikers in general.

To Romeo, seeing how packed Dick’s was meant a hell of a lot of scratch would be hitting the club’s coffers. Some of that would also find its way into his own pocket.

That thought actually improved his mood.

“Wick!”

“Yeah?” the older Dark Knight muttered as he made his way down the bar.

He slammed a hand on the scratched and nicked bar top. “Gimme a whiskey!”

Wick’s expression pinched. “Took a whole fuckin’ bottle with you.”

“Yeah? And now I wanna shot or two from another bottle. Why the fuck you questionin’ me?”

“‘Cause I can,” was the bartender’s answer.

Romeo shook his head. The attitude he wanted from a woman was the attitude he was getting from Wick, instead.

However, he had no desire to fuck Wick. Romeo’s club brother would need much bigger tits and to shave the goatee off his face. Not to mention, he’d need a plump pussy that could take a good pounding.

When a full shot glass was slammed on the bar in front of him, some of the whiskey spilled over the edge. “Jack. Double. Neat,” Wick announced before sauntering to the other end of the bar.

After downing it in one swallow, Romeo swiped the back of his hand across his mouth before drawing his fingers over his beard to make sure there weren’t any droplets clinging to his pride and joy.

He might no longer be able to grow a full head of hair,but his thick facial hair made up for it. It made a good partner with his tongue when he was tickling a woman between her plump thighs.

It was a tight fit when Coral sidled up to him by squeezing her big hips between him and the patron on the next stool.

His hand automatically went to the sweet butt’s ass where he had no problem getting a good grip. “What’s up,chica?”

Maybe he should’ve invited Coral into his bed tonight. She was the spiciest Puerto Rican he’d ever known. And that was saying something since mostBoricuaswere spicy as fuck.

Only she wasn’t down with threesomes. She’d do it if told but would make her displeasure known often and loud. For him, it wasn’t worth the fucking heartburn.

However, she was a pro with her mouth and if he couldn’t find anyone else to get him off tonight, he could always get her to give him head. And maybe even a quickie against a wall.

The night was young, though, so he had time to decide on his next course of action.

She dug her sharply pointed nails into the back of his neck causing his dick to take notice. “Where’s Tink and CeeCee?”

And now his dick went back into hibernation mode. “You ask them?”

“No.”

“Then why you askin’ me? I look like I fuckin’ work in an information booth?”

“Because they left with you, Rome.”

He beat back his irritation. “So?”

Coral sighed.

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