Pushing the Limit

Dash

Ifurrow my brow, my focus completely on the zombie in front of me. With a few clicks, I blast the fucker’s head off. Bishop lets out a curse as my score skyrockets.

“Told you. I’m the master, bitch.”

He shakes his head. “Master at bullshit.”

“Master at kicking your ass.”

Tossing his controller down on the couch, he lunges at me. We wrestle around, neither of us intent on hurting the other, just having fun. Catching my leg, he pushes backward, effectively tripping me. My ass hits the floor with a thud, and I fall back, Bishop on top of me, throwing mock punches.

“I suppose boys will always be boys.”

I look up at those words. Peppermint is standing above me, her hands on her hips. She has a playful smile on her gorgeous face, but I can guaran-damn-tee this will just be another reason why she thinks I’m too young for her.

I punch Bishop lightly in the gut and shove him off me, clambering to my feet. I run a hand through my dark locks, regaining my composure.

“You get everything put away?”

“For the most part. Still feels like something is missing, but I can’t quite place what that is.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Maybe it needs something from the old bar, not just drinks.”

“Maybe.”

I grin at her. “I’m happy to help you search for something. You know, just the two of us.”

She rolls her eyes and walks over to the bar where Davina and Lina are. Skylar and Allie must’ve gone home.

“You don’t stand a damn chance,” Bishop says, crossing his arms.

“You’re shitting me, right? It’s only a matter of time.”

“You’d better stick with BMB. You know, the one you were bragging about?” he suggests. “Because that one is not going to be sucking your dick, much less your balls.”

The woman who sucked on both my balls, at the same time, is who Bishop refers to as “BMB” — Big Mouthed Bitch. She was good for a few lays, but nothing long-term, and I didn’t lead her to believe it would ever become that.

I do plan on settling down one day, and when I do, I won’t have a family in another city. When I’m ready to become a one-woman man, I will fucking worship that woman. I won’t be playing fucking games with her the way my old man did to my mom. That’s not happening anytime soon. Although I can admit, Peppermint has all the qualities of a perfect ol’ lady.

She’s loyal, fierce, and knows how the club works. We don’t have typical relationships in the sense that we build picket fences and work nine to five jobs. We’re outlaws, and she gets that. Fuck, she’s part of that even if she isn’t patched in yet.

We had recent beef with another MC. Found out they were trafficking women. We took them down, and she was there for all of it. The Harlots had been doing recon before we ever carried out our attack.

That’s the kind of woman I want for an ol’ lady. One I know will have my back. I wished to hell my mom could’ve had that. She deserved the best, and so will my ol’ lady. One day.