Page 31 of Prince Charming

Picturing her in one of those little office skirts, tight to her thighs while she called him Sir, would do him in, so he pushed all filth from his mind. Tag was no saint, and his mind ran to perverted things most of the time. Especially when he thought about the raven-haired woman. Didn’t mean he’d try to put any of it into practice.

“A champ protests too much,” a wide grin appeared under Preacher’s pointy beard. “Did you strike out? We’re happy to give you some tips.”

“A few months back, you warned me against trusting her. Now you want to get me laid.” He went down to his knee to tighten the laces on his sneakers. “And I’ll be six feet under before I need romance tips from you jokers. You got your women by accident.”

Grinder chuckled. “Still got ‘em, my brother. So what gives with the little Russian?”

“Nothing gives. We’re friends, I think she’s lonely, she has no one.” A fact of which stuck in his throat. Save from dragging her to the club, he couldn’t force her to be social.

“And you… Prince Charming, volunteered to be that friend?”

“Don’t look so surprised. I’m friends with your old ladies.”

“Yeah, because you know they’re taken.”

“My Gia was taken, didn’t stop him making a play.” Announced a sinister voice. Tag glared at Hawk holding his sleeping kid. “Swear to Christ, you mention that shit one more time and I’ll…”

A blond brow arched. “You’ll what?”

Hawk’s threat made the others chuckle. They all knew not to fuck with the sociopath.

“Just quit it, you mad fuck. I don’t want Gia.”

Deadpanned as always, Hawk replied. “Better not.”

Tag was never winning that one, and Hawk was likely to bring it up fifty years from now.

“Nah, VP. Our boy here has set his sights elsewhere.” Grinder was picking out the dumbbells he wanted to use as he smirked at him. “You’re gonna break the club groupies’ hearts if you go off the market.”

The club always got fresh women through the doors to hang out, and he’d had his fair share over the years. Most of the core patched brothers were hitched, so the groupies usually gravitated toward the prospects. It had been more than a while since Tag spent time with a woman. He was a friendly guy; they liked what they saw. But he hadn’t been into it for a bit now. His dick was a busy boy in the past, he liked sex as much as he did a medium rare steak or a six-pack of beer in front of the box.

But all he was getting lately was a steak.

Tag didn’t have to downplay his appeal.

It wasn’t ego talking. Having attracted the opposite sex at a young age, he’d honed his skills ever since.

He’d tried dating more than a year ago, didn’t last long when he discovered she had a screw loose.

Holy fuck, that was not the last time he got laid, was it?

He’d been so busy with club business, his fights and recovering from surgery, he hadn’t thought about using his dick much. Then Marianna happened and…

Crap. It was true.

He kept that to himself before this lot fell about laughing.

“So, gonna tell us or what?” Pushed Preacher.

“Nothing to tell, man. Can’t make shit up to jazz up your boring married lives.” He poked with a smirk. “When I get laid, I’ll be sure to put it up on the bulletin board, let you all live vicariously through me, now you’re only getting your dick wet once a month.”

This started them all off, save for Hawk, who didn’t share shit about his sex life.

If something happened between him and Marianna, then he’d be the first to know, not the boys. He was oddly protective and secretive over her, not wanting to share details.

His brothers were supportive when one claimed a woman.

When that woman wasSoulsclaimed and given a brother’s patch, that meant she was under club protection.

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