When Stud sauntered onto the dance floor and told him he was leaving, she stared meaningfully into Calder’s eyes.
“You want to see my apartment before heading home?”
His eyes shifted away from Stud’s, getting her meaning. “You go. I’m good,” he told his brother.
“You sure?” Stud questioned.
Another hint she had missed.
“I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Stud left them dancing. They finished the song then left the floor.
“How far you live from here?” Calder hung an arm over her shoulders, pressing her into his side.
“Close. Let me tell Sex Piston and Killyama I’m leaving. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
“You go ahead. Text me your address, and I’ll be there in ten. Wear something hot for me.” Calder bent down, rubbing his lips over hers before groaning as he lifted his head. He then handed her his phone, and as soon as she keyed in her number, she gave it back to him then texted her address to him.
“Don’t get lost,” she teased, patting his ass before leaving him as he turned toward the bar where Dozer was sitting.
“I’m going to fuck his brains out,” she bragged to the friends she’d had since high school.
Sex Piston, Killyama, Fat Louise, and T.A. stared at each other from where they were sitting. Crazy Bitch could tell none of them were excited she was about to get laid by the biker.
“I’m outta here. I’m meeting him at my place.”
“Hold up, Bitch. Skulls said you shouldn’t be messing with him.”
Sex Piston’s warning wouldn’t put out the fire Calder had ignited when they had danced. If she was honest, the fire had started as soon as he walked through the door.
Back then, Calder and Stud didn’t come around the Destructors that often. She figured if she didn’t fuck him that night, it might be six months before he came back. The itch she had wouldn’t wait six months.
“Did he say why?”
“You know Skulls; he doesn’t discuss shit like that. When he said to stay away from Calder, that was a good enough reason for me.”
Usually, Crazy Bitch would agree, just not that night.
“It’ll be cool. Hell, it’s not like it’s going to be anything serious. We’re just going to party a while, then I’m going to fuck his brains out.”
“Maybe you should wait.” Fat Louise’s opinion was chorused around the table.
“Maybe, but I’m not. I’ll talk to you bitches tomorrow, if I’m able.” She’d snickered.
Crazy Bitch went taut at the memory. She didn’t even have the excuse to say she had been naïve. Sex Piston and Killyama had cautioned her about Calder’s drug habit.
She usually didn’t do dudes who used, but she wasn’t Mother fucking Teresa. As long as he kept it under control when he was around her, she had seen no need to stick her nose in his business.
It wouldn’t be the first time her pussy had outweighed her conscience. She had been so into Calder that the only thing she’d had on her mind was getting back to her apartment.
He’d wanted her to wear something sexy? Fuck that, she wouldn’t be wearing anything but her nipple rings when he got there.
When she arrived home, she took a quick shower, making sure not to get her hair wet. Drying off, she re-teased her hair and put a splash of red color on her lips. When she finished, she confidently went to the living room, trying to think of the seductive pose she wanted to give him. Her eyes went to the wall clock in the kitchen, seeing that fifteen minutes had passed since she had gotten home.
Calder should have been there five minutes ago.
Frowning, she went to her window to see if she could see him in the parking lot. Then she decided to wait a few minutes before texting him.
Flipping the television set on, she flicked through the channels to make the minutes pass faster. Twenty minutes, she was still waiting.
“What the fuck?”
Aggravated that it was taking him so long, she texted him. Maybe he had gotten lost. When he didn’t answer, she told herself that he was riding his bike and wouldn’t see her message until he stopped. That excuse lasted thirty minutes.
Pissed, she picked up her cell phone, calling Sex Piston.
“Yo!” Sex Piston yelled over the blaring music Crazy Bitch could hear in the background.
“Calder never showed. Is he still there?” If he wasn’t, she would get dressed and go looking for him, thinking his bike could have broken down.
“Give me a sec. I’m going outside.”
Crazy Bitch nearly hung up the phone. Obviously he was, or Sex Piston would have just answered her question and not gone outside so no one else could hear.
“He’s still here,” Sex Piston answered grimly when she came back on the line. “He went outside with Dozer, and both of them came back ten minutes later. He’s fucked up, dancing with one of the bitches who came along for the ride with the Destructors.”