Page 2 of Grace's Redemption
“Just a little moonshine Old man Jax cooked up for the special occasion.” Mattie coughed. His eyes watered.
“Fuck.” I blew out a hot breath. If a spark were anywhere close, I’d have set the place on fire. “Don’t fucking give me anything that old coot makes.”
Mattie giggled like a schoolgirl.
He stumbled as he walked backwards. Perhaps he'd imbibed more than his fair share of Jax's brew already.
I followed him further into the clubhouse. I nodded greetings to people as I passed and headed toward the bar near the back.
“Hey Mess.” Dollie, a regular scag to the club, stood behind the bar tending to the other partygoers.
I reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of water. I downed half of it to cool my throat. She slid into my arms and nuzzled my neck.
“Come find me later and I’ll give you your going away present.” She whispered in my ear.
I’d fucked her once. She’d been trying to get another piece, ever since. I didn’t do repeats. She knew it, still didn’t stop her from trying though.
Mattie pulled on my arm. I scooted out of Dollie's embrace and put the bar between us.
I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Mattie.
I leaned back on the bar and scanned the crowd. I didn't see her, but I felt her.
The second she walked in, my chest tightened. The air quality changed, my mood changed, fuck the world changed when she was near me.
Mattie nudged my arm.
“Dude,” he sipped a beer. “Gracie looks hot tonight.”
I rolled my eyes at him. Grace always looked hot.
“I’m actually kind of glad you're leaving.” Mattie kept his eyes on Grace as she leaned over to whisper in one of her girl’s ears. She made her way over to the roped off area. She pulled something akin to a smile out of Tiny as she slid behind the ropes and gave my father a kiss on the cheek.
He had taken Grace in when she was thirteen, but we’d known her all her life. Her father was a founding member of the club, our tail gunner for years. He got killed in a bike accident. Grace’s mother left her after she was born, so all she had was the club. We treated her like a little sister. As she grew up we were relieved she wasn’t.
The dirty fucking thoughts I had alone would have put me in jail. It wasn’t my fault she grew into her ass and added the most perfect set of tits ever created on a female.
I pulled my eyes away and turned towards Mattie.
“You ready to get out of my shadow.” I grinned.
He frowned.
I guessed right.
“Naw.” He pointed toward Grace. “Now I have her all to myself.”
“You’ve always had her.”
“We both know that’s a lie.” He shook his head. “You leaving. It’s breakin her heart.”
I turned away and took a long drag off my beer. It broke my heart too, but not enough to change my mind. Not enough to stay.
Mattie looked up at me. His creepy grin spread across his face. He was done being serious.
“But, you know what?” He gripped my arm and squeezed. “I’ll be here to comfort that tight little ass.” He wiggled his eyebrow. “By morning, she’ll be saying, Mase who?”
He giggled as he grabbed my pecs.
