Page 2 of War's Witch
No man walks over me and comes out unscathed.
The drive to the clubhouse does not take us long, thankfully, because my body is vibrating with the need to let loose in a safe space. I do not know anything about the Three Kings MC, but I trust Steffy, and if she says we are safe, then I believe her.
“Okay, Lottie said that there are plenty of single brothers to play with; even a nomad or three have stopped by for this party.” She wiggles her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Tiffany moans enthusiastically. “I have not been fucked good and hard in weeks.”
“Girl, you need to pick better men to take home.” I nudge her with my shoulder.
She winks. “Tell me about it, but I have zero doubt that a biker can make me scream hard for him.”
“I hear you, sister.”
My go-tos have been one and done, as most single men say, or in, out, and bolt. Fuck, they have so many slogans for fucking and running, but it has been my thing since I got myself back after what Pato did.
Women can fuck and run also, and I hate that women are made to feel like whores if they leave after they come. Man can do it, so why can’t women?
Hell, most men like it that way, but society makes women feel like crap for wanting a good orgasm but not a man to marry.
We sing and dance, thanks to the Uber driver turning up the tunes in the car. My body is relaxed, and I know that has todo with the present company, along with the few shots of Fireball we drank while getting ready.
The driver stops at black gates that tower over the car, and Steffy hangs out of the window to speak to the guy manning the gate. I clock that he is wearing a leather cut with no patches, which indicates that he is a prospect.
“We are guests of Lottie’s,” she tells him.
“Are you now?” He smirks at her, and she giggles.
“I sure am, handsome.” His smirk widens.
Stepping forward, he dips down so he is eye-level with her. “Code word.”
Damn, his voice is smooth as hell.
Tiffany, who is seated next to me, whispers, “Damn, he is hot as fuck.”
I nod, but do not speak.
“Book boyfriends.” Steffy gives him the code and he nods.
“Go on through. A brother will meet you at the door.”
“Thank you, handsome.”
“You need to find a way to leave the party to come and see me later, baby.” He winks before stepping back.
“Damn,” I mutter.
Steffy slips back into her seat and fans herself with her hand.
“Oh, did the car heat up or what? I need me some of that tonight.”
She is not wrong; that man was fine as hell.
Anticipation is rushing through my body as the car stops outside the building. I cannot remember a time when I felt so connected to a place that I have never been to before; something feels right here. I am not sure if it’s the spirits telling me something or not, but I am glad to be here.
The car doors click open, and the girls and I spill out, alongwith giggles. There’s a hum in the atmosphere as we step inside. Heavy rock music plays, and people are dressed up in various costumes, even the bikers, and I sigh, a part of me happy that this will be a good night because everyone is involved.
The echo of possibility vibrates in my bones as I scan the room, feeling like I am being watched. We are new to everyone here, so I know we are classed as fresh meat, or pussy, as the men would say; yet the feeling of it being safe still lingers.
