Page 10 of Lake
CHAPTER THREE
Lake
I had the night off and I knew I’d be spending that time hanging out with my brothers. And yep, just like I figured, I ended up at the club owned bar right next to the garage. I did run back to my room first and scrubbed the day off of me. Not that I needed to because the women that hung out at the bar were ones that would take any of us that they could get, any way they could get us. Hell, I probably could’ve given up showering for a week and still had one fall into bed with me with no problem.
That wasn’t to say that I got naked with every one of them that looked my way. I wasn’t a saint but I wasn’t as bad as some of my other brothers. Sketch. Yeah, he was pretty much always the example. I had a good idea that he never had a night where he didn’t get laid. For Sketch, giving his attention to just one person meant it was a slow night. I had no clue how he got the energy. But then again, he was a good five years younger than me.
Not that I was old by any means.
I took a seat at the bar next to Ky and Mason. Ky, of course, hardly able to take his eyes off the man slinging drinks behind the bar, while Mason was looking indifferent as always.
“Well, this is where the party is at, huh?” I said jokingly.
Mason chuckled while Ky cut his eyes over to me.
“How’s your sister doing up there?” I asked Ky, feeling like I hadn’t really talked to him all that much.
“Doing good. That place seems to be just what she needed.”
Sure, we worked side-by-side at the garage but now that he didn’t live at the compound, I felt like our heart-to-hearts had died off a bit. All right, that was a bit of an exaggeration. With all the shifts in the club and Ky settling down, things were different. Same was said for Brand.
I looked around wondering which of us would be the next to fall.
My eyes landed on Sketch and I just about choked on a laugh thinking about it. I couldn’t picture him in a relationship, day in and day out with the same woman. Not even in that overly stupid romantic comedy kind of way.
There were brothers that liked to party hard. Like Blade, Charming, and Tripp and it was clear that they weren’t looking for anything permanent.
Dade was going through some shit right now and I had a feeling he wouldn’t see a good thing even if it hit him in the head with a two-by-four.
Cable was reserved most of the time but that didn’t mean that he didn’t take a woman or two back to his room on the regular.
Fitz was… too shy. I imagined it would take him a few years before getting the nerve to talk to a chick. Not really sure how he turned out that way being raised in the club lifestyle. I could almost see him more as the stalker type— but not in that creepy, killer sort of way.
Then there was Mouse. We were pretty much the same as far as women went. Not balls deep in something random every night but not turning down something if it caught our eyes. The way Mouse actually sat down and carried on conversations with chicks made me think that he craved something more than the dumb, desperate women that tended to throw themselves at us. I could agree with that. There was something to be said for a woman that had a brain and maybe even an opinion of her own.
Mason had too much drama going on to even think about letting someone in. That wasn’t me guessing, that was the downright truth. He was still fighting with his bitch of a baby mama and struggling to see his kid. And since he wasn’t a dumb fuck, he knew that bringing someone into all that mess right now would not do well for anyone. He was more focused on getting to know his son and sliding into his new roll in the club’s VP seat. Sucked that he missed out on so much time not finding out about his son until he was already like seven years old or something. You could see how it hurt him and now all he wanted to do was get to know the boy. It was bullshit that it was such a hassle for him.
Then there was the Prez.
My eyes shifted over to the end of the bar where Iron was sitting. I wasn’t surprised to find him nursing a beer and keeping watch over all his men. His children. Yep, sometimes he got that dad vibe going on and not in the kinky ‘call me daddy’ sort of way.
Iron was rough and hard but also cared about the club and all of us here. He had a soft spot for the women that claimed his men— and yes, you read that right. Come on, we all knew it was the woman that held the power, and their balls.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
But I wasn’t there yet and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be.
There were days that I hated myself too much to even think that I’d ever be good enough for someone. Days when all I wanted to do was focus on my club and what needed to be done. Days when I figured nothing else mattered other than my brothers.
I knew there wasn’t someone out there for everyone. That sometimes you just got what you got. And the thing was, I couldn’t complain one single bit about what I had now. It was a good life. It wasn’t even a lonely one because all I had to do was walk out of my room and there would be someone there.
My eyes scanned the bar again. I had no idea who was next to get caught in the web of love, but I imagined that it would be fucking hilarious no matter who it was. And I would make sure I was there to watch the whole thing go down— you know, poking fun at them and making jokes every chance I got.
“How are the prospects doing?” Mason asked effectively snapping me out of my stupid thoughts.
“I like that Colby guy,” Ky said.
“Me too. He listens, doesn’t ever complain, and seems loyal.”
