Page 10 of Maximus

Maximus

I saw her as soon as I walked through the clubhouse door. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Tall, slim, but statuesque with big curly hair that surrounded her head in the shape of the sun. Her milk chocolate skin was flawless. Not a blemish in sight. In fact, it seemed to glow. And those lips. They were plump and pouty. She wore this fruity colored gloss on them, making me want to taste them. If that wasn’t enough, her best feature was her eyes. They were kind and pulled you in like a magnet.Damn!

Never in my life had I been so enthralled with a woman. She was doing something to my insides, and I didn’t like it. I needed to remain unattached. There was no way I wanted to get entangled with this woman. She was the kind of woman who could be the death of me. My dick disagreed.

It had been over two years since I even smelled a pussy. I hadn’t wanted to mix and mingle with anyone in Vegas. The women were plenty, and they damn sure weren’t shy about offering sex. I just didn’t want them. The whole thing rubbed me the wrong way. Like Tupac said, I don’t want it if it’s that easy. I made that mistake in my last relationship and look at how that turned out.

The goddess behind the bar didn’t strike me as easy. In fact, when I made eye contact with her, she shyly looked away. That made me smile. I liked shy. That implied she wasn’t spreading herself around to every brother in the club. However, I knew if she was working in the clubhouse, she was a club angel. Those girls had no shame and fucked whoever and whenever they were told.

She may not seem easy, but this woman was no saint. I wasn’t about to compete with a brother for a woman. When I fucked, the woman needed to be loyal to me and only me. I would accept nothing less. If another brother even got a whiff of what she had between her legs, I wanted nothing to do with her. Hell, if I even saw her flirting with a brother, that was grounds to cancel her ass, in my opinion. I couldn’t handle another betrayal.

There I was living in my head, making demands on a woman who wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know her name. What the hell was wrong with me? My best bet would be to keep my distance from her. Especially after King informed me that she was off limits.

As the night progressed, I noticed how she lingered around the table where Aries, King, I, and a few others were sitting. She pretended to be cleaning at a nearby table or pouring us another round. It took her a long time to make her way around the table of six men. When we made eye contact, I could tell she was listening to the tall tale that Aries was reciting about how I earned my road name. The fucker was funny as hell, so I couldn’t blame her for listening.

Eventually, the woman that King called Gia went back to her station behind the bar. I spent the rest of the night trying my best to get her out of my head. She was so beautiful and smelled so good. It was a sweet scent like jasmine or vanilla. Maybe it was both. I didn’t care what it was. All I knew was it lingered in my nostrils and had me thinking ungodly things about the woman.

“Maximus, what the hell is wrong with you. Your Prez is talking to you, and you’re sitting there with your head in the clouds. Not the best first impression, my guy,” Aries chimed.

Did this guy ever turn off? The last thing I needed was to be on King’s radar after a couple of hours. I needed to make a good impression on this man. Afterall, this was my second chapter in just a few months. I needed to fit in here. Grimm already warned me there wouldn’t be a third.

“Yeah, man, my bad. It’s been a long day, and these shots are getting to me.”

“Don’t tell me the Roman gladiator is a lightweight,” King laughed.

“Yeah, I’m not a big drinker. It activates my demons. That’s the last thing any of us want.”

“I hear you. The only way to keep mine away is to bury my dick in some sweet pussy. In fact, I need to get home to my ole lady. I promised her an all-nighter, and if I know my woman, she’s gonna cash in.”

That King was one crazy man. Pussy was his saving grace. I wish. If that was the case for me, I would take one of the club angels up on their offers. The women around here have been eyeing me down since I walked in. Too bad my cock seemed allergic.

“I hear you, man. Gotta keep your woman happy,” I responded, not knowing what else to say.

“You’re damn straight. Now where is my hospitality? Brothers, feel free to partake in the pussy here. The club angels will treat you right. Just don’t fuck withGiaor a claimed woman and nobody will cut your dick off.”

King invited us to partake in the women hanging around. They were circling the table like vultures. I guess they could smell the fresh meat. Too bad for them, all three of us were off limits. Grimm and Aries had ole ladies waiting back home for them, and I knew for sure they were loyal to their women. I just plain out wasn’t interested.

“I’ll pass,” the three of us said at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed.

“I know why Grimm and I are declining, but what’s your deal, Maximus? You don’t have a woman at home.”

“It’s just not my thing. I like to do the chasing. I don’t begrudge anyone who indulges with club women, but I don’t share. At least, not with my brothers.”

“I can respect that. Just remember to keep your hands off Gia. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at her. She’s forbidden fruit. Get me?”

“Got it.”

The guys kept chatting it up telling me stories from back in the day. I was laughing with them but felt dead inside. I kept hearing King’s warning about keeping my hands off Gia. I intended to obey him, but damn, it was going to be hard. She was the one woman that caused my body to come alive in the past two and a half years. As I sat there pretending to enjoy myself, a slim man around 5’8” came over to the table at the request of one of the brothers from Oakland. He wore the prospect badge on his cut.

“Excuse me, Prez, but Calix asked me to check if you needed me for anything else tonight.”

The man’s country twang was so thick I could barely understand what he was saying. He was definitely from the deep south. Like Forrest Gump land. Since he was a prospect too, I knew he and I would be working together. That meant we would either be fast friends, or he would need to get the hell out of my way. Since I got along with everyone, I anticipated us being friends.

“Have a seat, Prospect. What’s your name again?”

“Well, seems like everyone calls me Yardbird, on account of I can eat two whole chickens with all the fixings in one sitting.”

“Okay, Yardbird, let me introduce you to your new brother, Maximus. He’s been prospecting out in Vegas but will finish up here in the Bay. You two will be my only prospects after tonight.”

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