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Baffle
We had Saint,Piston, Rattler, and Short in from the Arizona Chapter of the Kings of Anarchy MC.They also brought a prospect with them, not that I could recall the fucker’s name.No telling if he would last, so no point in making it stick just yet.
The music was loud, the drinks were plentiful, and the women were already down to the bare minimum of clothing.My eyes trailed over the bodies to determine who was the freshest of the bunch.A shiver ran down my spine with the thought.Convenient pussy was a blessing some days when I didn’t feel like putting in the effort, but knowing I was sharing the same woman with most of my club brothers took something away from the experience.
My eyes locked with Rosa’s as her body writhed to the beat of some popular pop song.It appeared to be an anthem of sorts for the women as they were all up on their feet or grinding away in someone’s lap.Some shit about pink ponies.I rolled my eyes and turned to the prospect behind the bar.
“What the fuck is this shit?”I pointed to the speakers in the ceiling and he laughed.
“Special request from all the club girls.”
“Put the regular music back on when it’s over.This isn’ttheirclubhouse and most of the men don’t want to hear that shit.”
“You sure about that?”The fucker asked as he grinned and pointed toward our enforcer, Grunt.That asshole was singing along to the song at the top of his fucking lungs.The chick with him threw her head back and laughed as he dipped her while she rode his thigh.I could practically see the wet spot on his jeans from across the room.
“Well, shit,” I huffed as our prospect laughed again.My eyes trailed back to where I’d last seen Rosa.She wasn’t where I’d clocked her before but then I felt a tap on my hip and glanced to my left.There she was with her flowing brown hair.The big, bouncy curls she started the night with were beginning to loosen and straighten back out.Not that it mattered, since she looked just as good with freshly-fucked, mangled hair as she did with the high-maintenance curls.
“Rosa,” I leaned down and whispered her name into her ear.She smelled of citrus and sunshine like she belonged on a beach somewhere and not some hole-in-the-wall biker club in the middle of nowhere New-Fucking-Mexico.
Her hand drifted from my hip, up across my abs, and underneath my cut.“Baffle,” she sighed my name and while the sound was carried away with the music and general club noise, I could still read her lips.More than that, I could feel the sultry purr she must have added to it as her eyes heated and her fingertips continued to dig into my body.“Are you going to show me a good time tonight?”she asked, louder that time, so I could hear.
I smirked down at her.“Don’t I always?”
Her head bobbed in acknowledgment and something passed behind her eyes that I chose to ignore.Rosa had a thing for me.She wanted my patch, wanted me in a permanent, committed way.She was smart enough to know that would never come to pass.At least I hoped like hell she was still on board with the way things were.
“I think someone’s jealous,” she mentioned and tipped her head to the side.I followed the subtle gesture with my eyes and found one of my oldest friends, Roxy, glaring at Rosa from across the room.
“We’ve never been anything more than friends.Did you do something to piss her off today?”
Rosa giggled and shrugged her shoulders.“Touched you,” she insisted.
I shook my head and leaned back until my elbows propped on the bar behind me.“I have to be here for a bit longer.Why don’t you meet me in my room in about an hour?It’s unlocked.Get comfortable and don’t fuck with any of the other men before then.If they approach you, tell them I called dibs for the night.”
“Anything you say, Baffle.”Rosa agreed with a knowing smile that probably meant she read a bit too much into my demands.This would most likely be the last time I fucked her.Despite being cool and knowing how I felt, she was starting to get too many ideas that maybe my mind could be changed.That was usually when women got desperate, tried shit to lock down a brother, and then we ended up searching for new talent.I’d like to think Rosa wouldn’t be like all the others, but we’d been through it enough for me to know that they all eventually fell to fucking unrealistic expectations.
Rosa wandered off and I turned back to the prospect behind the bar.“Get me a Beer Creek,” I ordered.It was a pale ale we picked up from a smaller brewery out of Santa Fe.We stopped off there about a year before on a run and ended up loving their setup.More importantly, we fucking loved their brew.We were only able to work out a deal to have some of their retail kegs on tap in the clubhouse but we did offer some of their IPAs and Porters at Violent Times, our club-run bar that was open to the public.
When I turned back around with my beer, Roxy stood in front of me with her hands on her hips.“Weren’t you even going to come say hello?”she asked.The snappy tone she used was completely fucking unwarranted.
“You wanna lose the attitude, doll?”
Roxy huffed and stomped her foot on the floor between us.
My club president, Bigfoot, was my brother in every way but DNA.In the same respect, Roxy was like a sister and friend all rolled into one.She called us best friends forever or BFFs but that sounded a bit juvenile to me.I was thirty fucking years old and she was only two years behind me.We all grew up together and I wasn’t fucking blind, her mom and mine had been friends at one time.Bigfoot’s mom took up where mine left off, wanting to fix me up with Roxy.That was never going to happen because I didn’t see her that way.She was too fucking needy and jealous for my taste.There was nothing wrong with a good claiming on the person you wanted to be yours, but Roxy took her jealousy to a very petty, insecure level.
“Damn you, Baffle,” she sulked.“What’s a girl got to do to get your attention?I’m your BFF and you look right through me sometimes.”
“Did it ever occur to you that I was looking for a good fuck tonight and not a conversation with a friend?”
Fury burned red-hot in her eyes and her lips thinned as she pulled them tight against her teeth to keep from saying the first thing that came to mind.When she had herself a little more under control, she leaned forward.“We could always kill two birds with one stone.”
It wasn’t the first time she made a suggestion about us hooking up, but that was a path I refused to walk down.“Never gonna happen.”I pushed off the bar with my beer in hand and walked past Roxy.She grabbed hold of my arm to keep me from moving more than a step or two past her.I glanced down at it and then back up at her.She knew better.
“We need to talk about that.I don’t know why you’re so opposed.”
“Friends, Rox.Nothing else.Keep pushing boundaries and we won’t even be that.”
