“Give me my gummies,” I whisper against his jaw.
“Give me my angel kiss,” he whispers back.
“I believe we’re at an impasse Prez… because I don’t feel like giving you any kisses.”
“Oh baby.” His voice husky as his nose runs the side of my face. “When are you gonna realize I don’t care what you want? I only care what I want.”
“Cocky Bas—.” My words cut off by the slamming of his lips against mine.
I giggle as his tongue enters my mouth. Our tongues twine together in a sensual slow dance. Nothing about this kiss is fast and hard. It’s soft and wanting. I pull away looking into his gray eyes. “I kinda care about you, you know?”
“Oh my little hell’s angel… I’m kinda over the caring part,” he says staring into my gold eyes.
There’s a commotion coming from the other end of the bar and our attention snaps to it. Lana is screaming at Pyro. She’s tossing glasses at his head.
“Never a quiet f**king moment in this place.” Braxxon laughs and it sounds forced. He’s just as pissed as I am that our little playful moment was interrupted.
“You’re a f**king bastard! I ain’t letting you touch me ever again. Go get your dick sucked; that seemed to work well for you the last time,” she screams again picking up a bottle of Jack. Braxxon sits me on the bar and rushes towards her.
“Lana… full bottles don’t get wasted,” he jerks it from her.
I need to ease this tension. I remember the sound system over by the stage and I hop off the bar and make my way over to the laptop connected to all the equipment. I start scrolling through all the music until I spot Salt n Pepa’s Push it. I hit play and turn the knob on high before bouncing around back to the bar snagging my whiskey glass, opening my bag of gummies, and throwing some in my glass.
“Angel, whatcha doin?” Braxxon laughs.
“It’s way too serious up in this place. I’ve had a decent night.” I shrug, walk over to the stage, and hop up. And as the lyrics flow through the speakers, I mouth the words and dance.
Brax walks up to me carrying a vial with a little spoon. He dips it into the vial and holds it up to me and I reach down and snort it up. Time to party and be free.
“You’re so f**king beautiful, Angel. Dance for me,” Braxxon grins and takes a seat where he first laid his eyes on me.
I keep my gold eyes trained on his gray ones as I push up against the pole. Lana hears the music, spots me, smiles and comes running up towards the stage. We dance around the pole together, touching each other softly. She walks up behind me and grabs both my boobs in her hands and squeezes, peering around my side and winking at Braxxon and the rest of the club members coming back in.
Sniper being his hilarious self, starts throwing dollar bills onto the stage and just like that, I’ve diffused a stressful environment.
The night goes on with lots of drinking and snorting and even the Breakneck ladies hang around. Dizzy has not said another word to me and I’m thankful because it’s been a good day and night. I get so messed up I pass out on the stage along with Braxxon, Lana, Pyro, Sniper, and Bom Bom.
20
I groan as the light peers straight into my eyes and I look over at the naked lady clock hanging on the wall and see that it’s already after two o’clock. Sure enough, most of us passed out right on this damn stage.
“Get your f**king ass in there right now. Are you trying to get f**king pregnant? What the f**k is wrong with you, Tatiana. I thought you learned from me having you at the age of f**king thirteen years old,” ZZ roars pushing Tatiana through the community room. She has tears running down her face.
“Dad, I’m almost eighteen. I’m even graduating high school a year early. I’m the best daughter and you get pissed because I have a sex life?”
Oh hell!
“I don’t want you near that f**king punk again; you’re grounded to the clubhouse,” he yells before walking away.
I get up, walk to the coffee machine near the bar, start running coffee, and nod for her to take a seat.
“You wanna talk about it,” I rasp out still half asleep as I get two cups down.
“He caught me in the back of Haden’s car,” she cries. “He won’t let me see Haden again. We were on lockdown for two months and I missed him. What guy will wait for your father to ease up so he can see you? Haden did that!”
Braxxon wakes up, walks towards the hallway, and mouths he’s gonna take a shower. I smile because he just told me what he was doing.
“Here take this.” I hand Tatiana a cup of coffee.
“I just don’t understand; I turn eighteen in a few weeks. What’s the big freaking deal? It’s just sex.”
I sigh while mixing the creamer into my coffee. I’m only four years older than Tatiana is so I don’t know how much advice I can actually give her.
“He’s just wants to make sure your being respected is all. He’s your father Tatiana. A father always wants what is best for their daughter. Well most of them anyways.” I trail off thinking about my piece of shit dad.
“It’s not fair Winter; I barely have a life because when the club goes on lockdown I can only use my phone. I’ve been away from my friends too many times to count.”
I frown because I remember what it was like to be away from all your friends.
“Winter,” Lana says coming up next to me with her bags. What the hell? “I’m going home for a while. Lockdown is over and I’m taking the rental.”
“Give me my angel kiss,” he whispers back.
“I believe we’re at an impasse Prez… because I don’t feel like giving you any kisses.”
“Oh baby.” His voice husky as his nose runs the side of my face. “When are you gonna realize I don’t care what you want? I only care what I want.”
“Cocky Bas—.” My words cut off by the slamming of his lips against mine.
I giggle as his tongue enters my mouth. Our tongues twine together in a sensual slow dance. Nothing about this kiss is fast and hard. It’s soft and wanting. I pull away looking into his gray eyes. “I kinda care about you, you know?”
“Oh my little hell’s angel… I’m kinda over the caring part,” he says staring into my gold eyes.
There’s a commotion coming from the other end of the bar and our attention snaps to it. Lana is screaming at Pyro. She’s tossing glasses at his head.
“Never a quiet f**king moment in this place.” Braxxon laughs and it sounds forced. He’s just as pissed as I am that our little playful moment was interrupted.
“You’re a f**king bastard! I ain’t letting you touch me ever again. Go get your dick sucked; that seemed to work well for you the last time,” she screams again picking up a bottle of Jack. Braxxon sits me on the bar and rushes towards her.
“Lana… full bottles don’t get wasted,” he jerks it from her.
I need to ease this tension. I remember the sound system over by the stage and I hop off the bar and make my way over to the laptop connected to all the equipment. I start scrolling through all the music until I spot Salt n Pepa’s Push it. I hit play and turn the knob on high before bouncing around back to the bar snagging my whiskey glass, opening my bag of gummies, and throwing some in my glass.
“Angel, whatcha doin?” Braxxon laughs.
“It’s way too serious up in this place. I’ve had a decent night.” I shrug, walk over to the stage, and hop up. And as the lyrics flow through the speakers, I mouth the words and dance.
Brax walks up to me carrying a vial with a little spoon. He dips it into the vial and holds it up to me and I reach down and snort it up. Time to party and be free.
“You’re so f**king beautiful, Angel. Dance for me,” Braxxon grins and takes a seat where he first laid his eyes on me.
I keep my gold eyes trained on his gray ones as I push up against the pole. Lana hears the music, spots me, smiles and comes running up towards the stage. We dance around the pole together, touching each other softly. She walks up behind me and grabs both my boobs in her hands and squeezes, peering around my side and winking at Braxxon and the rest of the club members coming back in.
Sniper being his hilarious self, starts throwing dollar bills onto the stage and just like that, I’ve diffused a stressful environment.
The night goes on with lots of drinking and snorting and even the Breakneck ladies hang around. Dizzy has not said another word to me and I’m thankful because it’s been a good day and night. I get so messed up I pass out on the stage along with Braxxon, Lana, Pyro, Sniper, and Bom Bom.
20
I groan as the light peers straight into my eyes and I look over at the naked lady clock hanging on the wall and see that it’s already after two o’clock. Sure enough, most of us passed out right on this damn stage.
“Get your f**king ass in there right now. Are you trying to get f**king pregnant? What the f**k is wrong with you, Tatiana. I thought you learned from me having you at the age of f**king thirteen years old,” ZZ roars pushing Tatiana through the community room. She has tears running down her face.
“Dad, I’m almost eighteen. I’m even graduating high school a year early. I’m the best daughter and you get pissed because I have a sex life?”
Oh hell!
“I don’t want you near that f**king punk again; you’re grounded to the clubhouse,” he yells before walking away.
I get up, walk to the coffee machine near the bar, start running coffee, and nod for her to take a seat.
“You wanna talk about it,” I rasp out still half asleep as I get two cups down.
“He caught me in the back of Haden’s car,” she cries. “He won’t let me see Haden again. We were on lockdown for two months and I missed him. What guy will wait for your father to ease up so he can see you? Haden did that!”
Braxxon wakes up, walks towards the hallway, and mouths he’s gonna take a shower. I smile because he just told me what he was doing.
“Here take this.” I hand Tatiana a cup of coffee.
“I just don’t understand; I turn eighteen in a few weeks. What’s the big freaking deal? It’s just sex.”
I sigh while mixing the creamer into my coffee. I’m only four years older than Tatiana is so I don’t know how much advice I can actually give her.
“He’s just wants to make sure your being respected is all. He’s your father Tatiana. A father always wants what is best for their daughter. Well most of them anyways.” I trail off thinking about my piece of shit dad.
“It’s not fair Winter; I barely have a life because when the club goes on lockdown I can only use my phone. I’ve been away from my friends too many times to count.”
I frown because I remember what it was like to be away from all your friends.
“Winter,” Lana says coming up next to me with her bags. What the hell? “I’m going home for a while. Lockdown is over and I’m taking the rental.”
