“Get your own beer. She’s busy.” Zo Zo puts an arm around my shoulder and bites my ear.
“It’s fine.” I slide out from under his arm and grab Cupid a beer, knowing damn good and well he doesn’t need another beer yet.
As I pass by the cunt club’s table I hear one of them say, “Doesn’t Cupid and Jessica looks so good together. You should play matchmaker more often.”
Straightening my shoulders, I march forward, pretending the words don’t bother me. Cupid’s eyes are on me. I can’t let him know I care. I offer him a faint smile and take a drink of his beer, licking the bottle opening seductively.
When I reach him, he grabs the bottle and chugs it. He throws the bottle over his head and it breaks against the wall. I want to smack him. I’ll probably be the one to sweep the shards up. “Zo Zo your plans for tonight?” I can hear anger laced behind his voice. It shouldn’t make me giddy on the inside, but it does.
I shrug. “Maybe. The night’s still young.” I know I shouldn’t toy with him, but I can’t resist.
He steps into my space and leans down, pushing my hair behind my ear. His voice comes out low and husky. “You gonna let him hit it bareback like you did me?”
I stiffen as he licks the shell of my ear. Cupid has never made me feel like a whore until right now. “I don’t know. You taking your new girlfriend to the wedding?”
He makes a scoffing sound. “You know I think I will.”
“You do that.” I spit my words at him and spin on my heel.
I don’t look back at him, even though the lure of his heated glare is almost too tempting to resist.
Chapter Two
—Cupid
“So, are you gonna ask for my number?” This bitch Stephanie is trying to push off on me is batting her lashes at me, but I’m not interested. I can smell her desperation. Clingers are always the same.
My eyes are on a much better prize. As though she
can sense me thinking about her, MaryAnn glances in my direction and rolls her eyes. She can act tough, but I know she’s jealous. She loves my cock. Zo Zo needs to quit sniffing around her ass. He’s like a damn dog in heat.
Fucked up thing is I can’t say shit all about it. MaryAnn is a clubwhore. I know that but doesn’t mean I have to like it. I wag my tongue out and lick my bottom lip. Fuck she’s sexy. I can’t keep my eyes off her as she wipes the bar top down, getting things ready to shut down for the night.
“Is that a no?”
“I’m sorry, you say something, sweetheart?” I turn on my charm and pull out my phone, knowing if this cunt runs her mouth to Stephanie I will never hear the end of it from Uno. Only thing worse than a woman nagging is Uno’s punk ass whining about his demon of a wife.
“I was saying, I hope to see you again.”
“Yeah, sure thing.”
“Stephanie said you might need a date to a wedding?”
“Uh huh,” I answer, having no idea in hell what I am agreeing to. MaryAnn is stretching across the bar, her tits are practically popping out of her top, begging for me to pay them some attention.
“I’ve never been to a biker wedding before.”
The word wedding captures my attention. “Huh?”
“The wedding, I’d love to go with you.”
Fucking Zo Zo is rubbing his hands all up on MaryAnn now. Her blue eyes are on mine as he whispers in her ear. She giggles, and I want to smash his face in. I can’t do that though. I’m the VP of the club and gotta set the fucking example. We have enough shit to deal with short of adding fighting over pussy to the mix.
The chick takes my phone from my hands and enters her number in under Jessica. Then she leans up and plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth. MaryAnn sees and turns into Zo Zo’s arms.
Fuck him
Fuck MaryAnn.