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Lynx

Sitting at the bar watching as all my brothers let loose on a Friday that we have all been waiting for.

The clubhouse is closed to outside people, so it’s just the brothers and the club bunnies.

Every other Friday we open our doors, so the public can come and hang out with us.

Most of the time it’s the hang-arounds and the females who would do anything to say they had a taste of one of the RBMC members.

“Skoden looks like he is ready to strangle Tunnel. If that chick can’t see he doesn’t like to be touched, she is blind,” Liquid mumbles as her eyes scan the entire room.

Liquid, or Crowne is the only female member with a spot at the table.

She earned her right into the club with her loyalty in making sure every member’s ass is covered.

She graduated with a degree in criminology, her focus being on chemicals and disposal.

She was working on a crime scene one day when the killer came back and attacked her.

She was the only member of the cleanup team left.

She had to leave the department after that.

Now, she is our cleaner when we need her, but she has a team behind her that would make sure she isn’t left alone and always has protection.

When she isn’t working for the club, she is the top laboratory technician in the water plant.

“Liquid, you know Tunnel’s brains are buried in her twat. The bitch thinks with her cunt. She will move on when she gets bored,” I state, taking a gulp of my whisky and coke zero.

“Bitch, I said don’t fucking touch me. Take your ass over to another member who wants to be touched. You do nothing for me,” Skoden barks at Tunnel. Liquid giggles, shaking her head.

“I wonder if the brothers are going to tell the girls that you and Skoden are an item?” I ask, my eyes facing forward as she turns her head.

“You know?” she asks her eyes bugging out of her head.

“Crowne, I knew as soon as you two started dating. Skoden can’t keep his eyes off you, and you follow him with your head.

Most of the time you have a dopey, love struck look on your face.

” I smile, shrug my shoulders and spin in my chair to look at her.

“We don’t care. The brothers and I have all spoken about it.

We know if things were to go bad, that you both wouldn’t bring the problems to the table. ”

“That’s the thing, Lynx. At this point in time, I can’t see things going bad.

We are happy. We are living in the moment and enjoying life as we live it.

Not looking for futures or commitments. Just devotion and loyalty to each other on top of the brotherhood,” Liquid states, standing up from her chair and making her way toward Skoden.

When she reaches him, he leans down as she whispers something into his ear.

His eyes swing around the room before they land on me. I nod my head.

The entire room watches as Skoden uncrosses his arms, places his hands on Liquid’s hips and pulls her close as he slams his lips down onto hers. The brothers cheer and the club girls all gasp, as the couple leave the room.

“That’s going to piss off the new club girls,” Maple states, her hand landing on my thigh as she slowly rubs up my inner leg. I know what her intentions are, and so does my cock.

“I truly don’t give a fuck about what the club sluts think.

The brothers are free to be with whoever the fuck they choose.

You bitches don’t get to choose for us,” I growl, slamming my hand down on the bar top and standing to leave.

The thought of her touching me makes me want to gag.

Maple has been the flag at the top of every member’s pole plenty of times. Mine included.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Maple folds her arms under her breasts so they push up higher than her bra holds them. It’s a standard move she uses to make every man forget the argument he had on his tongue.

“You. Do you think pushing your tits up higher will get you out of the dumbass comment you just made? You girls are here for the brothers that want to partake in free pussy. They don’t want to have pussy thrown in their face.

Especially ones that have been road hard and put away loose.

” I flick the bulge on her right breast, spin and walk towards the back of the clubhouse.

There is a small door off to the side that allows me to step out and find peace.

Once the door has closed behind me, I reach inside my cut and pull out the blunt I had saved for a time when I need to chill.

Bringing it up to my lips, followed by the lighter and just as I flick it to ignite the flame, the door opens behind me.

I know it’s Sue, my VP. But before he speaks, I need to inhale the sweet taste of the devil’s lettuce.

“You going to pass the blunt, or hog it like a little bitch?” he asks. I take a deep inhale, then pass the blunt to the left-hand side.

“Maple is getting all the girls in a snit about what just happened. The brothers are all laughing, and Skoden and Liquid are none the wiser,” he states, bringing the joint up to his lips and inhales.

“Truly, brother, I don’t give two shits.

Maybe it’s time we change things up. The club girls have become so used to getting what they want that when a brother takes a girl, they get all butthurt.

They have to know that no brother in there will take them as their ole’ lady.

Like who wants the town door handle,” I state, staring out at the forest that borders our property, making for eerie shadows that dance in the night.

“We can’t just overhaul the club girls, though.” I nod, taking another hit from the joint.

“I know, brother. But they do need to be put in place.” He slowly exhales the smoke, trying to form rings in the air.

“You okay, Lynx?” Sue asks, turning to face me.

“Brother, I want my own. I want a woman that is only mine. No sharing, no knowledge that every brother has rode her. When she says my man, I know it’s me she’s talking to.

I also think it’s time to start upgrading my cottage.

It will give me a place that is mine to get away to.

Do you know any mortgage brokers?” I take another hit.

“Talk to Liquid. She used one last year and was raving about her. Supposedly, she is tops nationwide,” he states, as Sheldon comes out the backdoor. The prospect has a worried look on his face.

“Pres, the club girls are threatening to leave if you don’t apologize to Maple,” he stutters, looking between me and Sue.

“I’ll deal with it. You go to bed and we will talk at church in the morning.” Sue taps my shoulder and follows the prospect inside.

“Fucking bitches think they run the place. They need to be reminded of the rules, and why they are here in the first place,” I mumble, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air and walking into the clubhouse, but making sure the only place I land is in my room. Alone.