Page 42 of The Biker and the Professor
Scratch comes up on the other side of me just then, and I realize what this is – an ambush.
“Eat shit.” I take another gulp of beer. “Both of you.”
“The brothers are pissed at you, man,” Scratch says. “Have you seen the new one? Latina, with a sweet little ass. Looks young and tight. Proper. High-class. The hell is wrong with you, man?” He slaps my back. “You know the rules, break her in so we can all hit it.”
It’s a dumb, bullshit rule. Whenever a new broad comes around willing to become a Club Cat, either for her own dumb-ass, low-self-esteem reason, or in trade for the club’s protection, the broad gets the option to decide whose dick she wants to suck first. Until the brother obliges, the process is stalled. The chick doesn’t get “christened” as a Club Cat, and the brothers don’t get their turn to hit it.
Complete garbage rules that I’ve outgrown.
“Not. Happening,” I stress so they know I’m serious.
“You understand now why I gave her a hard time in the beginning?” asks Kendra in reference to Toni. “Because I knew she was going to hurt you. I knew it. You were more invested than she ever was, and I saw that. That's why I tried to scare her off.” She blows out a disappointed sigh. “People like herneverchoose people like us.”
I snort. “Kenny, you were a bitch ‘cause you couldn't help yourself. It's who you are. Just own it and cut the bullshit.”
Scratch, a loyal pussy-lover, prods, “So, what, your dick is on retirement now or something?”
“Pretty much.”
Although I’ve been flirting with women a lot in class to piss Toni off,I’ve not been hooking up with anyone. In an immature attempt to hurt her like she's hurt me, I've been making it seem that way. But the people closest to me know better.
Plenty of eager pussy around me on a daily basis, but I could be suffering from erectile dysfunction from all the interest my dick is showing. Son of a bitch only pokes his head out when the hot professor’s around.
My dick no longer belongs to me, so I’ve got no authority to share it with anyone else. It belongs to one woman and one woman only. It wantsher. Her mouth, her tits, her heat…her heart.
“This is some bullshit, man,”Scratch gripes as he gets up and leaves.
After a few long minutes of nothing from Kendra, she suddenly demands, “Why did you do it?”
Annoyed, irritated, and desperate to be left alone, I ground out, “Why did I do what?”
“Why did you fall in love with her?”
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Or is it just a dumbass question? Does anyone know they're going to fall in love before they do? Can anyonestopthemselves from falling in love? Toni sure as shit couldn't. She fell so hard and so damn fast that her first instinct was to scoop herself up and out as soon as she realized she’d fallen.
Don't thinkIhad a choice, though. I saw her and that was it, I was gone. Never saw it coming, couldn’t help it, and now I can’t stop it.
My ass never stood a chance.
This time, when I lift my beer to my mouth, I don’t bring the bottle down until it’s empty.
As I slam the empty bottle down on the counter, Cookie sashays into the bar with Onyx on her heels.
Onyx jerks his chin at me in acknowledgment, but Cookie, as if delighted to see me, marches right over. Inwardly, I groan. Not in the mood for her head-tripping shit right now.
“Guess who's out on a date?” she says without preamble, popping her hip out.
“Don't know, don’t care.”
“Oh, trust me, you do.”
At that, I turn slowly and glare at her.
“Yeah,” she says with a nod, answering my unasked question. “Tall, dark, and handsome. He’s got that clean, ‘good guy’ look, too. Like her kind. Heck, even I would blow him.”
She’s goading me. One can never tell what Cookie’s intentions are. She’s as jacked-up as her brother. If she intends to enrage me, though, then it’s working. Because my blood is hot right now, boiling. It doesn’t help that I've got an irresponsible amount of alcohol in my system.
The barstool topples over when I angrily shove to my feet. “She told you where he’s taking her?”
