Page 3 of Trouble

“Who the fuck told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter. I won’t throw her under the bus, since she came to me out of concern. She’s close to the club, so remember that and don’t go stirring shit up trying to find out who said shit. Keep your dick away from anyone under 20 just to be sure, and for fuck’s sake stay away from the damn high school altogether.” I stood there, completely fucking shocked that the accusation had been lobbed against me and my Prez took it as gospel instead of taking my word for shit.

“This is bullshit!” I told him.

“Yeah, well, it’s my job to look out for the club as a whole, so keep your nose clean and nothing comes of this. Don’t dally around high school girls, and there won’t be anything else. Now, get out of my office. I have more shit to take care of than dumb fucking high school drama that should have never followed you to this club.”

I didn’t bother to say another word because what I had on my mind might have meant losing my patch anyway. Instead, I stormed out of the Prez’s office and slammed the door shut behind me.

By the time I made it down the hall and to the entrance to the common area and bar, Natalie Anderson caught my eye. She had been an on again off again fuck buddy since we graduated high school together. Her eyes met mine as I stalked over to where she sat at the bar.

“What are you doing here?” I asked when I got close enough that she could hear me over the music someone turned up while I was in the office with Sweet.

“Well, I guess it could be you, since I’m not busy.”

“Great!” I grabbed her hand and yanked her along behind me to the room I had available to me in the clubhouse. It had only been mine for the past couple months, since an older brother out and bought his own house.

“Hey, slow down,” Natalie called out, but I ignored that and continued to drag her down the hall to my room. I managed to get the door unlocked in a quick second and then picked her up and walked into the room. I shoved the door closed with my booted foot and tossed Natalie onto my bed.

“Get undressed and don’t say another fucking word.”

It looked like she was about to question me, but when she caught the determined look in my eye, she simply nodded and started to remove her clothes as quickly as possible.

I did the same, and before she could finish removing her bra, I tackled her, pulled a condom down my dick and shoved inside her pussy in one hard thrust.

“Holy shit, John!”

“Trouble,” I corrected.

“I’ve always known you as John first,” she sassed back.

I pulled out, turned her over, and pushed her face down into the mattress. “I said no talking!” I growled as my dick entered again with force that knocked her down off her elbows so her entire upper body was nearly flattened as I held her hips up and fucked every ounce of anger into her that I couldn’t take out on whoever had fucked me over. Nearly lost my fucking patch because of some whore’s lies, and my own Prez wouldn’t even hear me out.

Natalie started moaning as I hammered even harder and I slapped her ass to shut her up. I didn’t want to hear her, or any other woman for that matter. If she knew the kind of mood I was really in, she never would have agreed to come to my room with me. At least she was over 20 years old, so Prez couldn’t complainabout who I was fucking. I slammed into her over and over, then reached up and pulled her hair tight into my fist. The force made her body comply and come up to hover in the air over the bed. Natalie arched her back and moaned again, but I didn’t relent as I continued to ruthlessly rock into her pussy over and over with no care to whether she got off on what we were doing. “You want to come, Nat?”

“Yeah,” she groaned loud and low between strained puffs of air.

“Then you better reach down and play with that clit of yours because I’m going to come soon.”

Lucky for her, she listened and got herself off just about the same time I dumped a load into the condom and pulled out of her abused pussy. I yanked the condom from my dick and tossed it into the trash can beside my bed and then rolled onto my back beside Natalie as we both caught our breath.

“What was that about?” She asked.

“Fuck!” I groaned and turned my head to look at her. Her dirty blonde hair was plastered to the side of her face with sweat and some of her makeup had run around her eyes giving her a strung out druggie sort of look.

“Seriously, we’ve fucked a lot over the years and you’ve never been that aggressive before. What gives?”

I told her about the conversation I’d just had with Sweet and she cringed, but there was something else in the way she looked at me that put me on edge. It was almost like seeing guilt play out on someone’s face, but there was no way she could have been the one who told Sweet that shit.

“I heard the same thing when I came to drop something off for Flight.” Flight was another club brother and also happened to be Natalie’s cousin. “I was mad at first, thinking it was true and you had ditched our fuck buddy situation for young girls. That’s why I was at the bar waiting - to confront you. But then,you basically attacked me in the common room and we ended up in bed first.”

“If you believed that to be true of me, then why in the hell would you allow this to happen?” I asked as I waved my hand angrily between us.

“Because there was a bigger part of me that didn’t believe it. Still, I thought you should know what that bitch said about you. You could get in trouble for that, couldn’t you?”

“I could lose my patch,” I admitted. Then it dawned on me what else she’d just said. “Wait, what bitch?”

“Trinity Monroe. She’s the one who told me, and I’m guessing your club president, about seeing you with high school girls. I thought maybe she was just jealous, since she’s always had that crush on you, but going to Sweet with lies like that is not cool.”

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