3. Lash

3

LASH

I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I never really expected her to leave. Sienna isn't like any of the other women here tonight, and my instincts know it. Unfortunately, she called my bluff and walked out without giving me a chance to show her just how good I can be to her.

Now I'm stuck here with a pulsing erection and nothing but my hand for company.

"Lash, you good? Did I just see you kick that girl out?" Tella walks back over to me, his brows furrowed as he looks from me to the door.

"Yeah." I reply, not wanting to give him too much more information. If I tell him that she had a weapon, she'd be banned from ever coming in here. I don't want that. She obviously felt like I was getting too close. I like a woman who can protect herself. Though she didn't really need to protect herself from me. I'm never going to force myself on anyone who doesn’t want me in their space. When it comes to Sienna, though, I'm going to make it very hard for her not to want me in her space. One way or another, I'm going to break her down. I just know it. The problem now is I'm not going to be able to do that tonight, and I've got needs that need attending.

"She going to be a problem?" Tella asks, but I shake my head.

"Nah, she's good. This just isn't her scene." I shrug and walk away from him. I know if Tella keeps digging, he's going to want to know more. Hopefully, what I've said is enough to get him to leave it alone.

"Why are you here alone?" A stripper wearing a pink and green outfit stops right in front of my path. There are little presents embroidered on the fabric, and it reminds me that Christmas is only a month away.

Great...

I'm not looking forward to it at all.

Christmas time, people act like fucking idiots. They're nice to people they don't want anything to do with and phony just in case it means they are going to get extra presents. I never understood why people were so drawn to the holiday.

I focus on the girl in front of me. She's pretty—long dark hair, ample hips, and a great rack. Usually, exactly what I go for, but just the thought of fucking her right now is making my stomach turn. I'm still thinking about Sienna even though she's no longer an option. I need to get her out of my head. Maybe this one is just what I need to do that.

All the game and small talk I had walked out of the room the minute Sienna walked out the door. Now it's time for me to be blunt.

"You trying to fuck?" I lean down and ask the woman standing in front of me. Her smile fades slightly, but she doesn't let it fall completely.

"With you, of course, baby," she purrs and places her hand on my chest. That's all the affirmation I need. I place a hand on the small of her back and start making my way to the back where my room is. Every step I take, I feel my hard-on getting softer and softer. This isn't going to work. My eyes scan the crowd, and I see another woman staring me down. I guess it's true what people say: women always want what they can't have.

Maybe two is better than one. Spike likes to share, so maybe that's what I need too. I put up my hand and gesture for the woman staring at me to come in my direction. She barely gets her drink down on the table next to her before she's rushing toward me.

"You two want to play together?" I ask as she approaches, looking between her and the other woman I've already locked in. They look at each other for a second before they shrug and nod. A threesome. I've had them before; it's never been a problem for me to perform.

I grab the new woman's hand and finally make it to my bedroom. The second we get there, they are all over me.

"God, you're so hot, Lash," the original girl whispers as she runs her hands up and over my arms.

I know she's lying. I'm not what most people would call sexy. I'm too scarred up, too beat to shit for anyone to think I'm handsome. Not that I care. What bothers me is more simple than that. It's this woman's voice. I don't want to hear her talking. Every word that comes out of her mouth is like a wave of cold water over my body.

"Shut up. The both of you strip. Make it hot," I order them before I drop myself into the one chair I have in the room. It's obvious these two have worked together in the past. They fall seamlessly into a routine, both of them stripping the clothes off each other.

It's impressive. I actually feel a bit of my desire surging back when I watch one of them use her teeth to get the other girl's panties off. That's as far as it goes, though. After a few minutes, the both of them are standing there in front of me naked, waiting for me to either give them the next order or to make a move of my own.

Instead of being focused on the beautiful women in front of me, all I can think about is the one that walked out: Sienna.

"Both of you get on the bed," I order them, and they quickly scramble onto my bed. It's obvious that fucking them isn't going to happen tonight, but I need to do something to get this monkey off my back. I'm horny and pent up; maybe I'll feel better after I let one off.

"You, taste her. Make her come hard too," I order the newest recruit, and she gets right to work. The sounds echoing in my room rival any porno I've ever seen. It's sexy and probably every man's dream.

I reach down to unbuckle my pants and pull myself out. I don't even bother getting all the way undressed. I don't need to for what I'm about to do. The two girls go to town on each other, every once in a while begging me to come and join them. Instead, I keep my seat and slowly slide my hand up and down on my shaft. I'm only semi-erect, so getting off takes longer than I'd like. Both of the women have come thanks to the other. As weak as it is, that means my job is done.

"Both of you, on your knees now," I growl and stand up from my seat.

The two of them rush to get on the ground in front of me. I look down to see both of them smiling up at me like I have the best gift in the world waiting for them. I know it's nothing but a facade. Nothing about either of these two women is real. Nothing genuine. Not like the anger Sienna showed me earlier. She was really pissed off at me. I love that shit.

"Open your mouths, show me your tongue," I growl as I spread my feet wide, giving me a steady base as I continue to stroke myself. I feel myself getting to the edge, but no matter which one of them I look at, it's not enough to push me over. It's not enough because it’s not the right person. They stick their tongues out, and I let my eyes drift shut. Instantly, images of Sienna flood my mind, and it's like an electric shock in my body. My lower back twinges as the cloudburst that is my orgasm builds inside of me.

"Shit." I groan and speed up my hand. This is bad. I never get hung up on a woman. Never.

I don't even have time to warn the two women kneeling at my feet before I spray their faces and chests with my cum. Rope after thick rope hits them, and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying Sienna's name. I'm not going to disrespect these two like that. What I have going on in my head is for me and me alone.

"Yum, baby. You've got more for us," one of them speaks, and it breaks through the haze of my post-orgasm bliss. I don't want them in here. I'm tired and just want to get some rest.

"Go back to the party," I order and hitch my thumb over my shoulder while I use my free hand to shove my dick back in my pants and pull them up.

"What? I thought you said you wanted to..."

"I know what I said, but I'm not in the mood. You've got all I'm giving today. Don't worry; there are plenty of men here willing to pound you through a wall. If you hurry, you won't have to wait very long." I walk by the two of them and yank the sheets off my bed. I don't want to be rolling around in whatever perfume these two have doused on their bodies. I hear both of them grumbling about something in the background, but I'm not interested enough to ask them what's on their minds. When I hear the door open and close, I drop down onto my freshly stripped bed and force my brain to shut off. At least I try to get it to shut off. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

I replay the altercation with Sienna over and over until she's all I can think about, and I feel my cock getting hard again just thinking about her smart mouth.

The party is still raging outside my door by the time my eyelids get so heavy I can't keep them open anymore. Tomorrow things will be better. I won't be thinking about the one that got away, and I can move on with my life. Tomorrow.

***

The bright sun streams through the small porthole-shaped window on my far wall, and I curse myself for not buying a curtain. Every day I say the same thing, and every night I've forgotten.

I roll over in my bed trying to get comfortable. I reach for my sheets but find nothing on my bed. I'd forgotten that I stripped all the linens off last night after I blew my load all over the two girls' faces. I'm still in my clothes from last night, and my head is pounding thanks to the massive amounts of alcohol I was drinking.

Slowly, I sit up in bed and swing my legs over so I can place them on the floor. No one is screaming, there's no smoke, no one banging on my door telling me we're under attack. Turns out last night was a success. There was no threat to be dealt with. Thankfully.

Once I get my head to stop spinning long enough to know I'm okay to walk, I get out of bed and leave my room. The front area is busy with both prospects and hangarounds cleaning up. That's the only fucked-up part about having these parties: the cleanup takes hours. Of course, as the enforcer, I don't have to worry about any of that.

"Lash, I guess I should say thank you."

Doc walks over to me with a smile plastered on his face. It's clear he had a good night.

"What the hell are you talking about? Thank you for what?" I grumble in his direction as I continue on my way to the kitchen, where I pray there's at least a pot of coffee waiting for me.

He follows behind me, an obvious pep in his step.

"Last night, Zephrina and Milly," he says, but all I can do is blink in his direction. That didn't clear anything up for me.

"Jeez, the two women you kicked out of your room last night?" he continues, and I nod my head. The smell of freshly roasted coffee beans is putting me in a much better mood.

"Yeah, well, when they left you, they were all hot and bothered. They were complaining to each other, and I overheard. I didn't even have to put in that much work. They were ready to jump my bones the minute I said hello. You sure know how to make it easy." Doc chuckled and reached up to get a coffee cup for himself and for me. I grab the cup out of his hand and quickly pour myself a black coffee. Screw the cream and sugar. Right now, I need the caffeine.

"Happy to help, brother," I offer as I finish taking my first few sips.

"Why'd you kick them out anyway? I didn't see anything wrong with them." Doc sips his own coffee and waits for me to divulge my reasoning.

"They just weren't what I was looking for." I shrug, and just like that, an image of Sienna comes rushing back into my mind. Here I thought I'd be through with her. I guess that's not the case. I'm going to have to find a way to put her out of my mind before I start to obsess over the woman.

"Guess you're just too hard to please." Doc shrugs and pushes off from the counter with his coffee cup in hand.

I walk back out to the main area and look over the space. Besides the absolute mess, I'm happy to see no one is any worse for the wear. Sure, a few of them have hangovers, and I swear it looks like Feather is about to keel over as he pushes a broom around, but this is the life they chose. As prospects, they have to deal with the mess that comes after our fun.

"Lash, report." I hear Leo's voice, and my eyes instantly scan the room looking for him. He's already on his way to church, clearly expecting me to follow behind him.

I don't dare put my coffee cup down, but I make quick work of following him into the room where Chrome Creed has all their private conversations.

He yawns wide before he drops himself into his chair at the head of the table, the one reserved for the president. I pull my seat out and wait for him to tell me whatever it is he has to say. Just from his body language, I can tell whatever it is isn't very time-consuming or concerning. It gives me a false sense of hope.

"You good?" he asks just as I put my coffee to my mouth and take another sip.

"Yeah, why what's up?"

"I don't know. All I know is I left those Hands of Hell bastards, and the next time I looked up, you were gone. Everyone said you left the party early." Leo shrugs his shoulders and leans back at an angle in his seat.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I went running around with the Hands of Hell somewhere?" I shouldn't be getting upset, but I don't want anyone to question my loyalty—not to my club, not even my president.

"Cool the fuck out. Of course not. I just want to make sure they weren't off doing something that I need to retaliate against. They came here talking about a joint venture, and I want to make sure they are both on the up and up before I even think about doing it." Leo continues, and I feel myself relax.

Honestly, after I watched the Hands of Hell for a few seconds and realized they were more interested in getting their dicks wet than messing with us, I didn't pay them any mind. In fact, I was too busy watching Sienna.

"Not that I know of. Last I saw, they were trying to get two women to leave with them. I didn't hear any different."

"Alright then. I guess we need to talk about what they came here for in the first place. I've already talked to Spike and Rumble. I was just waiting for you to get up," Leo continues, and I lean forward in my seat to hear exactly what the plan is. We don't usually work with other crews, but every once in a while we do collaborate. Just to think, only a couple of months ago we wouldn't have even entertained a meeting with the Hands of Hell, and now we're talking about working with them. We need to make sure that whatever the plan is, it's airtight and won't leave any of us open for vulnerability.

"I need you and Spike to dig into all of their pipelines, find out exactly what they could need us for. I don't want shit to be a surprise when we go to take this meeting. If they're trying to get one over on us, I want to know about it beforehand," Leo continues, and I nod my head just to let him know that I'm following him.

All thoughts about what happened last night and Sienna fly out of my mind. This is what I need. I need to stay busy. I need to be working right now, not thinking about some woman who obviously didn't want anything to do with me. This is better for both her and for me. I'm no good for her, even if it was only for one night. I'd have destroyed her. Sienna isn't the type of woman that would be able to handle me. Someone like her isn't meant for me, no matter how badly I want to claim her as mine.