Chapter Eight

Talon

Two days later, the clubhouse is heaving again. I shove my way through my club brothers to claim a seat at the bar. I tried to contact Kelly Collins by phone earlier on today, but unfortunately she didn't return any of my calls. Finally finding her had been such a boost to my lagging spirits. Unfortunately, it quickly turned to bitter disappointment when it became clear she was not going to help me. Despite the fact she refused, I still couldn't shake her from my mind. Women were the last thing I wanted, but there was something about the fierce way she seemed to be protective of the shelter and her family that made me respect the hell out of her. There was also something about her blue eyes, pouty lips, and curves for days, which made other parts of my body have opinions—but I push those errant thoughts away.

Mel comes over and asks, "What ya drinking tonight, Talon?"

I shoot her a relieved grin. "Give me a whiskey on the rocks." Mel is one of the women here who aren't trying to hook up with the brothers. She earns a salary for tending bar at the clubhouse and managing the bar our club owns in town. She also earns bonus money for being the head girl, not that she's a club whore. She just manages the ones that are, the ones we call vixens.

I glance around the place, to discover we're blessed with a throng of new women tonight. I've never been interested in the past, as I've always been a happily married man—well, at least a married man who takes his vows seriously. Now if I wanted, I could take my pick. Before I can decide if I want to make a move, one of them is trying to climb all over me. The minute she sees my drink she downs the entire thing in one mouthful and flutters her eyelashes at me. Lori will not take no for an answer.

I sigh and gesture for Mel to bring me another drink. Turing to the drink thief, I tell Lori, "Sweetheart, you are not making friends and influencing people tonight. The fucking drinks are free, so I don't know why you're stealing mine."

"Just trying to get some attention from you," she says with a smile, licking her lips in what she must imagine is an alluring manner. Though to me it's more like a snake watching a mouse, and I ain't no mouse.

"If you want to get on my good side, keep your clammy claws off my drink," I say. I'm being crabby, I know. But for some reason Lori always brings out the worst in me.

"You're turning into a jaded man, Talon."

She wanders off and I turn back to survey the room. Since tonight is a balls out event, that means no kids are in the house, and anything goes sexually. Biker clubhouses often have a rep for being dens of iniquity, but since Siege took the helm, we've cleaned up a lot since the days of Butch's leadership, becoming more family friendly. But once a month mayhem ensues, and there's a night of good old-fashioned debauchery. All the Legion officers have old ladies now, so it's mainly the prospects and younger members who take advantage of the goods on offer. Though it's not all whoring and fucking—some brothers just wanna get wasted and let off some steam—which is my main reason for being here tonight. Several brothers are playing pool, a couple of tables had brothers playing poker, and several more were curled around women looking aroused and happy. Several were in various stages of undress getting down with their favorite club girl. Mostly they have enough common decency to turn their backs to the crowd, or head to a dark corner so we're seeing their asses hanging out. I think I've seen way more of my club brothers' asses than any man should.

I've not long made myself comfortable at the bar when Candi, one of the new girls approaches me wearing nothing but a G-string. Her large breasts sway enticingly. She's beautiful but I've already had a run in with her earlier today when she was bullying Crystal, another of the new girls. The clubhouse attracts a certain sort of woman, and I don't just mean the type who wanna put out at the drop of a hat. People might think that it's us who treat the women like objects or possessions—but speaking for myself and my brothers that's pretty far from the truth.

However, women like Candi and Lori have proprietorial streaks a mile wide and if anything, they see certain brothers as their personal property, and things can get pretty nasty if anyone makes a move on their territory. Cat fights? You better believe it—there's been more than one occasion when I've had to try and separate two scrapping club girls who are fighting over one of the brothers. I gotta admit that I'm surprised she's trying to cozy up to me right now. I've never indulged with a club whore because of being married. Though, that's never kept them from trying it on with me.

"Hello handsome." Jiggling the breasts that I admit are difficult to resist looking at, she asks, "You up for a little motorboating?"

I reply as blandly as possible, "Think I'll stick with my drink tonight. Thanks just the same Candi."

"Just because we had a disagreement earlier today doesn't mean you have to stay mad at me. You know that, right?"

"I'm not the kind to forget bad behavior so quickly. Just so you know, bullying is a good way to get your invitation here rescinded pretty damn quick. Only an asshole would try to gatekeep a place that doesn't even belong to them."

"I was just joking around. I swear, some people are just too sensitive."

"Need I remind you that much like the woman you were bullying, you're a guest at the Savage Legion's clubhouse. All the women who come here are equal in our eyes." Mel sets down my drink and flashes me a quick grin. "Except Mel, of course. She's the head girl so whatever she says goes."

Candi has the good sense to stop talking before she digs herself any deeper and instead pouts, while surveying the room for her next target.

There's a movement to my left and I see that Lori has joined us. Oh great.

Lori cuts her eyes to Mel and smirks. "We're all grownups. Having a head girl is silly. We all know how to behave ourselves."

"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't keep getting banned," I retort.

"Siege let me come back, so why are you so upset?"

"Siege doesn't have to deal with you on a day-to-day basis. The single brothers do. You're always stirring the shit around here, trying to play brothers off against each other. I've got a good mind to ban you if I catch you causing trouble or disrespecting the other women again."

"Talon, you're not in charge of anything around here, you're not even one of the officers," she states haughtily.

I glare at her. "You need to back up and remember that I'm a fully patched brother. Any of us can throw you the hell out and bring it up in church if we want to make it permanent. Those were the laws laid down by our founding club president, Claw, decades ago."

Lori does an about face, and stomps across the bar and climbs onto one of the prospect's laps, front first. I don't know if she's trying to make me jealous or just enjoying a distraction. Either way, I'm not bothered by her behavior at all. Truth be told, there are far too many self-important club vixens in this clubhouse to suit me.

I look around the room yet again. There are a multitude of beautiful women walking around and I'm newly widowed, so by all rights I could fuck myself stupid and not a living soul would care. Unfortunately, something is holding me back and I can't even say it's my wife's recent death. We'd been drifting apart for years and after finding out she'd been cheating on me the whole time, any feelings I might have once had for her are long gone.

Unbidden my thoughts suddenly go back to Kelly, the one and only person who can vouch for my whereabouts on the night my wife was murdered. Under different circumstances she's the type I could see myself with, pretty in a natural way, and not afraid to stand up for what she believes in. It's a shame her morals didn't go so far as helping out an innocent man.

I push thoughts of her away and try and get back into the moment, I came here tonight to enjoy myself, not get mired down in a pity party for one.

Siege and our club officers run a tight ship and do their best to keep things fresh. We have a lot of choice when it comes to women here tonight. There are all the regular club vixens and about half a dozen new women who are here at the club's invitation because the brothers complained about not having enough company. Women who love to entertain the brothers are sought after companions, and most of them are sweet and shyly affectionate, unlike Lori and Candi.

Our club officers frown on drug use. Unlike some MCs we have fairly strict rules for the brothers and women who come here. No drugs are permitted on the premises except marijuana, though there's no smoking indoors and no smoking when there are kids around—that rule applies to tobacco too. There is nothing sadder than a clubhouse full of strung-out club girls and brothers chasing them around, trying to keep them from doing anything stupid. I'm glad we don't have problems like that at the Savage Legion MC.

I shift in my seat, anxious as hell for some reason. But still can't bring myself to have a casual hookup. Draining my glass, I get up and head towards my room.

***

When I climb into the shower and the warm water cascades over my tired body, only one face rises in my mind. The one that makes my cock get hard instantly. Ashamed of myself, I press it down because stroking my cock to that innocent little social worker seems all kinds of wrong.

Though a wicked voice in the back of my mind urges me to stroke away. If she won't open her mouth and tell the truth when I desperately need her to, I don't owe her anything, and there's nothing wrong with her entering my little fantasy. My hand grips my cock and I feel my balls tighten in response.

Truth be told, I kind of liked tending to her wounds and carrying her to my truck, it was nice to feel needed for something other than my bank balance. The drive to the park office was awkward because she was trying to be nice but didn't really want to talk to the strange man who helped her out during her time of need. I still smile that she mistook me for a homeless person and tried to help me find housing.

God, the pretty little thing was innocent as the day is long. I fantasize about her needing a man like me, someone with strong protective instincts. Maybe someone would keep all the monsters preying on the women she helps away. Before I realize it, I'm stroking my cock to images in my mind of her turning to me for help again, of her clear blue eyes looking at me in admiration instead of fear. I wonder what her curvy body is like underneath her prim work outfit—when I first saw her, I'd been more concerned about her injury than what she looked like, but if I close my eyes, I can remember how she felt in my arms. The scent of her sun-warmed skin and her softness as she leaned into me. In my fantasy she reaches for me only to discover my shirt is already off and I can feel her soft hands stroking my chest, fingertips tracing my tattoos and exploring the swells of muscles that make up my torso.

All it takes is thinking about her hands drifting downward to grasp my cock for me shoot my load against the shower wall. Standing there panting, I don't think I've ever come so hard from stroking my own cock before. This girl is going to be trouble. I just know it because I'm masturbating to thoughts of her being nice to me and can't seem to get her out of my head no matter what I do. There is practically zero chance she's suddenly going to see me something more than a biker thug with a bunch of legal trouble on his hands. I'm royally fucked on this one.