Page 6 of Lawless
"Excuse me." Jandro reached out to catch her wrist, making her flinch but she didn't pull away. Smart girl.
"Como se llama?" he asked for her name in his mother tongue.
She lifted her hazel eyes to him, her gaze flickering to me for a moment before answering his question.
"Mariposa," she answered.
Jandro grinned broadly, his fingers sliding from her wrist to the inside of her palm. I suppressed an eyeroll. The man was far too flirtatious than necessary. Any one of us in the Steel Demons could bed a woman without much effort, but my Latin VP treated it like an art form.
"Mariposa," he repeated, tasting her name in his mouth. "And what's a pretty little butterfly like you doing in a place like this?"
"I'm actually a medic," she answered, straightening her spine. "I'm just passing through, helping out while I stay here."
"Medic?" I repeated, not bothering to hide my surprise. "Afemalemedic?"
"That's right," she returned her gaze to me. "I was educated before the law passed."
My eyebrows lifted. Even years before the Collapse, women being educated was a rarity. As their rights were gradually stripped away, girls of high school age and even younger were kidnapped and never seen again. The few who escaped and tried to press charges got laughed out of the courtrooms. Then it became illegal in most jurisdictions for a woman to file a criminal case without a reliable male witness.
Frightened parents started keeping their daughters locked away at home. While temporarily safer this way, it didn’t exactly provide them with tools to survive a post-Collapse society. Once the border wars broke out, every home, car, and business was a pillaging free-for-all. Safety simply didn’t exist anymore.
Survival was no longer a right. It was a privilege to be earned, as I and the men of my club knew all too well.
"Now, Mariposa," Jandro leaned back, still holding her hand and causing her to lean over the table. "We've had a long, exhausting ride. What'll you take for a full body examination with those skilled hands of yours?"
Her expression morphed from apprehensive to hardened determination within a second. She snatched her hand from Jandro's grip and straightened up.
"I don't deal in sex. There's plenty of girls here who provide that."
Jandro smirked. "It wasn't a yes or no question. Everyone has a price. Just name yours."
"The answer is still no." She grabbed our empty pitchers and charcuterie board. "I'll bring you more food and drink."
Jandro chuckled to himself as she beelined back toward the kitchen. "She has no idea who she's saying no to. Good thing I like a challenge."
"Have fun with that," I muttered, rolling my neck around on my shoulders.
For the last fifty miles or so, I'd been looking forward to getting off the bike and burying my cock in a woman. But now that I was here, a night of long, uninterrupted sleep sounded much better. Although Jandro's proposition of a full-body rub down didn't sound bad. Unfortunately, I too preferred it from Mariposa the pretty medic. As President, I had every right to claim her for myself but I wasn't petty enough do that to my VP.
Even so, the thought turned over in my head as I watched her slicing cheese and meats through the open kitchen doors. She'd taken off her windbreaker and her bare shoulders looked small enough for me to wrap my whole hands around. Her neck was long and graceful, a few shades lighter than Jandro's tan.
"You ready for me, Reaper baby?"
My view was blocked yet again by yet another unwelcome service girl crawling into my lap. Jandro hid his laugh by swiping some of Gunner's beer from the next table. Gun's falcon, Horus, screeched and flapped his wings in annoyance, to which Jandro promptly flipped him the bird.
Hades growled with irritation at my feet, echoing my feelings exactly as the girl turned to face me, straddling my thighs as she ground herself against my very unexcited dick.
"Let's go up to my room," she mewled, bouncing in my lap. "You can lay back and just let me ride you. I won't make ya work, baby."
And that was exactly what made me stay soft. I didn't chase skirt like Jandro did, but desperation was always a turn-off. Especially from a whore.
"I haven't eaten a damn meal yet," I growled, shoving her off just hard enough to get my point across. "Your pussy is not the fucking holy grail."
She quickly composed herself, smoothing out her flimsy dress and lowering her eyes demurely.
"Jandro?" she inquired almost shyly.
"Sorry, babe. I have different tastes tonight. Here's an idea, though." He pointed down the length of the couches to the man closest to the door. "Why don't you give Shadow some love? He hasn't gotten any in a while."
