Page 76 of Brandishing Beginnings

The outfit that was laying on my bed, was the hottest thing I had ever seen, let alone worn. Thigh high black leather boots that came up over my knees, a black pleated leather skirt that ended several inches above my boots, showing lots of olive skin, paired with a red leather crop top that hugged my tits and laced up the front, displaying ample cleavage and miles of smooth skin. Mybelly button ring had a rhinestone skull and cross bone dangling from it.

The new tattoo Slade had started in the beginning of the summer had been completed. The massive piece that spanned the right side of my body from my boob to my hip—butterflies with wings curling around my front and back and bright multi-color designs inter-pieced had turned out beautifully. After several sessions with her, it was finally done and healed and looked magnificent. I could understand why my boys wanted me to show it off at my first official club meeting.

Recently, I’d added chunks of black to my curly golden-brown hair, giving it an edgier look. Tonight, I straightened those curls and tied a black bandana around my head to help prevent my hair from tangling during the ride. I slid some chunky leather cuffs around my wrists and stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking it all in.

I looked fucking hot.

Better yet, I felt fucking hot. I felt on top of the world.

“You are beyond words, Little Dreamer.” Nico leaned against my bedroom door frame, taking me in.

I smiled easily. “Thank you, Sir.”

“We’re spending the night tonight, so pack a couple things for morning.” Nico stepped into my room and went to my closet. Even though he told me to pack something, I knew he would do it himself. He liked dressing me. Even if he didn’t outright say it,it was something I had learned in the last couple months being together, and I wasn’t complaining. His outfit choices were always hot, always something I’d pick out myself, and it made me feel less self-conscious knowing my men already thought I looked hot.

He pulled out a pair of my more ragged and holey blue jeans and slipped a black tank top off the hanger—it had a black rose printed on it. Simple and bad ass in its own right, it would be a good morning after outfit. Nico bent over and grabbed my black riding boots from the floor before he walked over to my dresser and grabbed me a pair of socks.

Deciding to help him out, I pulled a small duffle bag out of my closet and set it on the bed, before I headed into the master bathroom and pulled my travel toiletry kit out from under the sink. I double checked that my mini shampoo and conditioner bottles were full, before I closed everything up and walked back into my bedroom.

Nico had just finished placing my clothes in the duffle bag, when I handed him my toiletry bag to add to the mix.

“You nervous?” he asked, glancing up at as he zipped up my things.

I shrugged a shoulder. “Kind of? Nervous, anxious, kinda excited really.”

Nico grinned brightly, his blue eyes shining. “Remember, you’re ours. We’re not going to let anything happen to you. And tonightis about having fun. We’ll have some drinks, play some pool, maybe even dance.”

“Yeah, pretty boy. You gonna dance with me?” I smirked up at him.

He laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his rock-hard body. “Little Brat, I might dance with you or I might bend this tight little ass over on dance floor and fuck you for that little comment.”

I blushed as Nico’s hand slid around the side of my face and tilted it to meet his lips. I opened for him immediately, his hot tongue sliding across mine. Moaning, I gripped the sides of his leather cut and held him to me. “I love you,” I murmured against his lips.

“Back at you, Little Dreamer.” He chuckled and claimed her mouth again.

The ride the clubhouse hadn’t been long, maybe twenty minutes, but it had been long enough to rile up my nerves. The Devil’s Psychos clubhouse was in the heart of downtown Creekton, just off the main street, and in a not-so-great part of the city anymore. Not that Creekton really had a great part anymore—it was slowly turning into a crime infestedcity.

I vaguely wondered if the Devil’s Psychos had anything to do with that—but it wasn’t the time to ask her guys about it, because they were pulling to the clubhouse.

Bikes lined the street in front of the rundown building that used to house an old motel. Marcos pulled in Harley into the line-up, somewhere near the middle of the pack. I could assume there was some sort of hierarchy to the parking order, as I knew Marcos wore an Enforcer patch on the front left side of his cut, below the Devil’s Psychos patch.

Jason and Nico backed their bikes in further down from Marcos, so he clearly held more rank than did. I would have to ask later, when we were in the privacy of one of the dorm rooms and not with so many eyes watching us.

Men stood around the outside of the clubhouse, drinking and laughing. From the open doors of the building, I could see a barroom filled with people. Loud music pounded over the roaring of the motorcycle engines. Only when Marcos shut off his bike and patted my bare thigh, did I slide my hands from around his waist, to his shoulders to steady myself as I stood on the back peg and swung my leg over the back of the Harley and dismounted with ease.

I stepped out of the way, giving Marcos room to swing over his leg over the bike. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against his front. “Ready for this?”

I gave him a wry smile and tilted my head up toward his. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He nudged my hip and I turned and stepped aside. Lacing his fingers through mine, he led the way to the main door of the clubhouse, Nico and Jason falling into step behind us.

It was loud and hot inside the clubhouse. I tried to keep up with Marcos and look around the main barroom to take in as much as I could. There was a bar lining one wall and peeling wallpaper, but there were too many bodies to see much else. Lots of half-naked women and big burly, leather-clad bikers.

Marcos led me to the bar, his fingers tight on mine as he tugged me along. Jason was right behind me, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me forward. I wished Nico was closer as well, but I knew he wasn’t too far behind.

At the bar, Marcos motioned for the bartender and shouted at the scantily clad women dressed in a barely-there silvery bikini top that hardly covered the nipples of her very large fake tits. She preened up at Marcos with a huge smile that had me narrowing my eyes on the woman. It was too loud, so I couldn’t hear what Marcos said, but a moment later the woman was smiling was pouring several drinks and setting them on the bar in front of Marcos: three glasses of Whiskey and one Vodka Sprite with a lime wedge.

Jason pushed against my back to grab two of the glasses and passed one back to Nico. Marcos dropped my hand to pick up the last whiskey and vodka soda before he turned away fromthe woman without another word. He handed me my drink and grabbed my hand again. “Come on.” He nodded at Jason, who’s fingers slid across the bare skin of my lower back before he turned away.

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