Naughty Asshole (Dirty MC)

He’d hinted at it before, and she’d shot him down. She wasn’t entirely sure when it came to Damon. He blew hot and cold, but he was always there when she was due to fall.

“Nah, not interested. She’s sweet and all, but I’ve got other shit going on.”

“What other stuff?” she asked. “Maybe I could help you with that.”

“Mainly taking care of a certain diner owner who seems to think everything is her fault.”

Her appetite was gone. He was being vague. The thought of him shacking up with the young Beauty did something to her. It twisted in her gut, making her feel sick.

With most of the breakfast eaten, she picked up the tray, moved it to the side, and threw the blankets off her. She put her feet on the floor and stood.

The headache she’d woken up with was still very much there, but it was manageable. “You know what, I’ve really got to head back to my place. I’ve got to help Anna out with a whole big thing. Thank you so much for taking care of me last night. It’s going to be a long time before I have shots again.” She smiled at Damon. “Come by the diner for lunch, it’s on me.”

Damon had removed her shoes, and she bent down to pick them up.

“Teri, you don’t need to run off. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is totally fine. More than fine. Never been better. I just … I don’t want to let Anna down. You know how it is. She already has a hard time trusting people.” At least that wasn’t a lie.

Anna never relied on anyone, not even her.

All the time, Anna told her she didn’t want to impose on her way of life. It was no imposition at all. Teri was … lonely.

Ever since Dane had come back and the truth of their mistake got out in the open, she’d withdrawn more and more from the club life. No one had said she needed to leave, but she knew the drill. She was a club whore, expendable, not worth the effort. Unlike her sister Skylar, who was married to two of the club brothers, Teri hadn’t formed any kind of bond like that.

The old ladies she adored, Cora, Grace, Suzie, her sister, and now Kitty, they were different from her. She was scared they thought she’d try to sleep with their husbands, which wouldn’t happen.

After rushing out of Damon’s room, she ran down the stairs and through the main house, ignoring the shouts of her name.

She had to get out of there.

As she left the main clubhouse, she took the trek down to the diner where her car sat vacant. She shoved her hand into her pocket, and sure enough, her keys were there. After climbing behind the wheel, she turned over the ignition, and it was the most comforting sound in the world.

One more glance up at the clubhouse, and she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. This had been home to her at one point, but it no longer felt it.

Every time the guys, the old ladies, or the club whores looked at her, she felt like they were judging her. Still, she couldn’t leave, but the temptation was always there.

Chapter Two

“You need to fuck Beauty, man,” Jerry said, sitting at Damon’s table as he went through the latest stock suggestions that had come through. The club highly invested in the stock market, but only a portion of their profits and only to accounts that were not high-risk. He dealt with the stocks while Suzie took care of all the other paperwork and general administrative work of running the businesses they owned.

The running of the Dirty Fuckers MC didn’t involve any illegal drug, gun, or sex trafficking. They were completely legal.

They were all at one time or another, a fighter for Ned Walker, who owned a legal and illegal fighting ring out in Vegas. They had all been part of both sides of Walker’s life.

Damon himself had blood on his hands more times than he could count. The fight to the death was the most gruesome but had also provided the most cash. He’d hated doing them, but at the time, he’d been high on testosterone and need. It was who he was back then. Proving to everyone he had what it took to be a fighter.

He won big, but those deaths had plagued him.

Not enough to hand himself in though. He’d be a fool to do that. Ned Walker wasn’t the kind of man you ratted on and got away with.

“Why do I need to do that?” he asked.

“Because she has got one tight pussy and believe me when I tell you she is up for anything. Just last night, I fucked her face, and she took it, gagging on my cock until she was begging me to fill her mouth, and guess what?”