Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

“Glad your evening was open.” I try and hold back the sarcasm, but she must hear it because her eyes squint to near slits.

“Hey, what happened to your face?” She points to where North hit me.

“Messing around. It’s nothing.” I shrug her off, looking around at the group of people. It’s awesome how open the club is to everyone when it comes to parties. I know a lot of people think they’re bad guys but it’s people who don’t live around here and know this club would do anything for the town’s people.

“Oh good, you’re here. You two have fun!” Dime presses her hand to Maybelline’s arm as she begins to step away.

Maybelline’s face washes with panic, her mouth parting, but before she can object Dime is gone and it’s just her and I now.

“You want a drink?”

She brushes a stray hair from her face, her eyes back on the large crowd. She’s nervous, probably a wallflower at any party she had been to before.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Turning around, I reach my hand back and link my fingers with hers, making her follow me through the sea of people and toward the drinks.

Women look at me with lust in their eyes, falling to my hand connected to Maybelline’s and their body tensing. It’s weird having this much attention just because of a leather cut. It’s like it has some kind of pussy power.

Inside the clubhouse, the music is louder, the smoke drifting toward the ceiling. Reaching over the bar, I grab two beers and lead Maybelline back outside and away from the crowd.

“Wow, do you come to these parties every time?” she asks, the distance from the club getting farther away. The moon sits high in the sky, the sound of laughter making us both look back at the clubhouse.

“Yeah, I’m a prospect, I have to be here. I have to clean this shit up too.” I shrug before taking a swig.

“Oh man, even the puke?”

Sighing, I nod. “Even the puke.”

She purses her lips and takes a small sip from her bottle and then looks down at the ground.

“Do you want something else? We have whiskey and shit,” I ask, sensing she doesn’t like the beer I got.

Her head snaps up.

“Oh no, this is fine. If you give me anything else, I’m afraid I’ll be one of the people’s vomit you’ll be cleaning in the morning.”

I can’t help the laugh that erupts from my chest. The idea of her cute little frame hunched over drunk and puking is a sight to be seen in my head. Still, I bet she’s a blast when she’s drunk.

“It’d be worth it.” I wink and take another swig.

Silence falls between us, grass swaying with the breeze, spreading the smell of dew into the air. I love it here.

“So why did you turn into… I don’t know. You acted like you regretted kissing me last night and then you invite me to this party?” She waves her beer toward the club.

Sucking in a breath, I’m not sure how to answer. So I just go with my gut instead of thinking on it too hard.

“Honestly, because you’re fun to be around. But I’m not so sure I’m the right guy for you to be around.”

“Honestly,” she mocks. “Let me decide that.”

Stepping on her tiptoes she presses her lips to mine and I can’t deny the chemistry between us. I cradle her face and kiss her back, her mouth tasting of the beer we’re both drinking and the smell of her cherry ChapStick making my dick hard. She’s so subtle but I can sense and feel the fire burning within her.

Dropping my drink to the ground, I slide my hand down her backside and grab her ass, pulling her into me. Her ass is tight and taut, her scent reminds me of something clean and fresh, and I want more of her right fucking now.

Pulling her onto me just right, I let her feel just how bad I want her and her eyes pop open. My dick throbs, feeling her feel me, and I can’t help but grin, breaking the kiss.

Stepping back, she takes a breath and her eyes drop to the growing length in my jeans.

My chin drops and I look at my own dick.

“You definitely got my attention, baby girl.”

A goofy grin crosses her face, and she reaches her hand out. Taking it, she drags me behind her as she makes her way to the club.

“Where are we going?”

“To get me another drink.” She giggles.

The crowd looks at Maybelline and then does a double-take when they see me right behind her and they move out of our way, letting us pass. Inside, “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett plays. The lights dance across Maybelline’s face, her tan skin, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around her body. She’s so soft and warm to the touch.