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Tonight, hadn’t gone as I expected although it was one of the most erotic and intense experiences of my life. I understood Oya’s position, but I wouldn’t give up that easily. It might be out of the ordinary for someone my age to be interested in an older woman, but there was just something special about her. I didn’t think I could walk away without knowing for sure if there could be something special between us.
I locked up, and trudged up the stairs to the loft, to get ready for tomorrow. I had a full day, but I’d also work on trying to get Oya to at least give me a chance.
4
Clubhouse
With my elbows planted on the worn wooden bar at the clubhouse, I took a swig from my fourth bottle of beer. We patched in two of the Prospects and we were celebrating. All the brothers were here, and the clubhouse was packed with women willing to do anything to get a brother’s attention. I didn’t know how many times I turned down sex and blowjobs, tonight. A few weeks ago, I’d gladly taken someone up on their offer but not now.
Cigarette and weed smoke mingled with the scent of sex, saturating the air. Loud music thumped through the surround sound as the celebration of adding two more Sinners to the fold ratcheted up. Tonight, was a rare one for me. I had a day off and I wanted to drown away my sorrows. It had been three weekssince I’d seen or talked to Oya. I hadn’t been able to find out anything about her.
“Why the hell do you look like you lost your best friend?” Reaper asked as he slid on the stool beside me, then picked up the bottle of beer the Prospect sat in front of him. “Hope it doesn’t have anything to do with Raven,” he grumbled, “Smoke said she had been asking the whores about you. Fucking cunt,” he sneered.
Raven Moriarty used to be one of the club whores I’d taken an interest in. Stupid, I know, but when I got out of prison, I was high on freedom, and she was willing. Her attention turned into something it shouldn’t have. She’d gotten clingy, wanting me to brand her, and call her my old lady. Reaper and even King warned me that was all she wanted like most of the women who hung around the clubhouse. But I didn’t listen. I was enjoying myself. She wasn’t my old lady, and I didn’t want one.
Then one day Raven claimed she was pregnant with my kid. Suck it up Saint and deal with your shit, I told myself. And for seven months I took care of her. Got her anything the baby or she said she needed. Even put her ass up in an apartment across town, not too far from my home, so she’d have a nice place to stay once the baby came. I wasn’t treating her like my old lady, but I was treating her like the mother of my kid. Or so I thought. The day she went into labor, I wasn’t the only person at the hospital claiming to be the father. Needless to say, I dodged a bullet despite all the cash I wasted to take care of a kid that wasn’t even mine and a bitch that knew it.
“Fuck you, bro.” I took another swig. “Trust me, I learned my fucking lesson with that one. Just got shit on my mind.”
“Want to talk about it?” He spun the stool towards me. The older he got the more he looked like our mother. King and me on the other hand had been cursed with ourDa’slooks. “Gav, you know you can talk to me, man. I can see something’s bothering you.”
Anytime Reaper wanted to connect with me on a blood brother level and not like a club brother he always called me Gav. It was when I knew he wanted me to talk to him about what was happening in my life.
“I met someone.”
“Okay.” He shrugged. “So, why is that such a bad thing?”
“She’s older. Doesn’t believe anything can develop between us.”
“Wait.” He leaned forward like he was about to hear a deep dark secret. “How much older?”
There was a time I told Reaper everything. We were close before I went to prison and were steadily getting back like we were. I’d changed in the time I was away and so had he. It was taking time, but at least we were trying to be like we were.
“She’s older than King.”
“Shut the fuck up!” His smile widened. “A cougar. I bet she chewed your ass up and spit you out, didn’t she? Older bitches got that good shit, bro. Seriously. They know what the hell they’re doing,” he said with a faraway look in his eyes.
“So, you know what I’m talking about?”
“Shit yeah, man. I’ve had some wild times with a few older women. She’s got you twisted, don’t she?”
He laughed and I punched him in the shoulder. “Man,” I sighed, “that was the best experience of my fucking life. There’s just something about her.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Reaper asked then took another sip of his beer. “If you’re into her and she’s into you, why not see where it goes?”
“I want to, but she just got divorced. The age gap’s an issue for her and she’s got a kid a few years younger than me.”
He whistled. “Now the kid could be a problem.”
That was the reason I froze. Despite the age difference, the kid may be a hurdle I can’t jump. And I wouldn’t expect any woman to choose me over their child despite how much I wanted her.
“That’s the thing, I think I’m willing to deal with it just to get to know more about her.”
“And that’s the problem right there, bro.”
He pointed to me, and my brows knitted together. I was confused. I thought I could deal with her having a kid my age. Although I was an ex-con, I’d made something of my life. I owned my own business, my own house, car, and motorcycle. For someone who lost everything, I thought I was doing good for myself. I was in a position to have someone like Oya in my life.
“What?” I asked.
