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“You can stay at my place,” I offered. “Or there’s a Holiday Inn down the road from the club.” I turned to Wendy and Carmen. “There’s another party tonight.” Just the mention of a party made their panties wet. Gigi, not so much.
Wendy and Carmen leaned forward between the front seats. The three had come down to discuss wedding and bachelorette plans for Gigi. We could still do that after the party.
Gigi watched Carmen and Wendy through the rearview. “You can’t be serious. Charles is expecting me home tonight.”
“Stop at the drugstore and get some Tampons if that’s the problem.” I rolled my eyes, and everyone burst out laughing.
“Everyone’s periods were last week,” Wendy said.
“We can make dick off limits?” I said, knowing it was already off-limits for Gigi.
Gigi started the car and pulled from the curb, Diesel following. “I started this week,” she said.
“Then dick won’t be an issue.” Carmen reached over the seat and hugged Gigi.
“That’s not going to stop a club member.” At least it never stopped Marcus. “Pussy is pussy, pink or red. They’re going to hit it either way.”
Gigi made a gagging motion with her finger in her mouth. She had no idea what she was missing. I thought Wendy and Carmen did, so they wanted to stay. Guys don’t run from good pussy, girls shouldn’t run from good dick.
“Holiday Inn, party, then back to the Holiday Inn,” Wendy said. “We came all this way. I say we have some fun.”
We pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot around four, and I stayed outside while the girls went inside to get a room. I was sure Gigi would give the car keys to Wendy or Carmen and stay behind. She had expectations to meet.
“You gonna hook me up with the Gigi chick?” Diesel asked. “He had a large hard-on just thinking about her. I feared he’d break her in half if he didn’t bust out of his jeans first.
“Probably have a better shot at Wendy or Carmen.” There was no disappointment on his face because Diesel believed he had a shot at every woman he crossed paths with.
Diesel shook his head. “Don’t want Wendy or Carmen. Gigi has a better ass and bigger tits. Plus, she’s playing hard to get. I like a challenge.”
“Gigi doesn’t want anything to do with the club.” I didn’t necessarily think that was true, but even an outlaw biker could get his heartbroken. Diesel was a good guy and had done some pretty tough shit for the club. I’d heard his stretch at Varner was brutal, and he barely made it out alive. That’s where he and Marcus met.
“I’ll change her mind.” Diesel adjusted his cock, and I tried to pretend like I didn’t see him doing it. “You know I have a way with words.”
“Tell you what, Diesel.” I would go out on a limb and hope it didn’t break. “I’ll get the girls to come to the club tonight. You talk to Gigi if she does show up. If she’s interested, then she’s yours.” His smile meant that if she said no, he’d be crushed and break shit. Marcus would be super pissed at me, so he needed to be warned.
“She’ll change her mind.”
I patted Diesel’s chest. “But you have to promise me you won’t break her in half when you’re fucking her. And before you say anything, I heard about the girl down in Florida.”
Diesel shrugged and lit a cigarette. “I’ll take it easy on her . . . the first time.”
“Deal.”
I walked into the hotel as the girls walked to the elevator. “I need a shower,” Gigi said.
Diesel wouldn’t care if she hadn’t had a shower in a week. “I’ll have Diesel give me a ride back to the club. See you around seven?”
Wendy and Carmen were excited as hell. Gigi was still iffy. Fuck, I didn’t want Diesel crushed.
Outside, I climbed onto the bike with Diesel, who still had a hardon, and returned to the club.
I needed to be careful with whom I brought into the club. Prospects were highly vetted and had to work their asses off to become members. The trust built between the brotherhood was pretty much unshakeable. They were men who would die for each other. The old ladies in the club were different. There were catfights and backstabbings. Women came and left as if it were a spectator sport. The life wasn’t for everyone, and I doubted Wendy, Carmen, or Gigi would be happy with it and the commitments.
I didn’t see Gigi getting down on her knees for Diesel to plow. I hoped I was wrong. Having one or all three a part of the club would be amazing. Unfortunately, becoming an old lady sometimes meant your family disowned you like mine. Dad’s first comment was, “Don’t bring one of those trailer park he-whores to this house.” So I never did. It was one of those things Marcus and I never talked about. He didn’t mind my occasional visit home because he knew it was important to me. On the other hand, Mom had read her fair share of raunchy biker romance stories. I think she secretly wanted to visit the club. Maybe someday I would make that happen.
We pulled into the club, and Marcus walked out. “Where are your friends?”
I climbed off the bike, and Marcus grabbed me. He pulled me tight and buried a dirty kiss against my lips. Yeah, I loved the club life.
