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Lynx

Watching as the club bunny’s head bobs up and down in my lap was doing nothing for me. Her mouth was cold, as if she was just eating a popsicle, hoping to lure in a brother, and I fell for it.

Was it stupid? You’re fucking right it was. Now I have to come clean to the woman I was pursuing. That conversation was going to be awkward.

“Stop.” I groan, running my hand over my face.

“Give me five more minutes. I can make you cum,” she mumbles before lowering her head to my deflated cock.

“I said stop,” I state, trying to sit up. Her arms have my hips pinned to the chair. Every time I move, she bites down on my member.

“Fuck, bitch. I said stop!” I shout, pushing her forehead back. Her mouth leaves my cock, and I quickly cover my junk, pushing the chair back.

“Getting old. You can’t get it up. Maybe you need to see the doctor and talk about the blue boner pill,” she mumbles, pulling her hand from her shorts and offering it to me.

“No, get out. If I find out from my brothers that you have forced them to continue in an act they wanted to stop, I’ll boot your ass out and ban you from ever coming back to the club.

The men here are in charge, what we say goes.

Every one of you bunnies know where the door is if you don’t like the rules.

I said no, multiple times, and you still didn’t stop.

Even the thought of letting you finish me off makes me sick to my stomach.

” I watch as she turns at the door and smirks.

There’s a look in her eyes that tells me she doesn’t believe me.

“Lighten up.” She shakes her head.

“No, you don’t get it. If that was me forcing you to do something you didn’t want to do.

You would have my ass or any of the brothers in a cell with the word predator hanging around our necks.

You are here voluntarily and you need to remember that.

Fuck the warning. You will be removed from my club!

” I vow, slamming my hand on the desk. She shrugs and walks away.

Dropping my head to my desk, I close my eyes. I have wanted my own woman for years. In the last five months, I have pulled away from using the club girls, and simply had some one-handed fun. But there is something about Jessikah Gorman that is driving my protective instincts into overdrive.

“Yo, Pres. You good?” Slick asks, as he walks into my office. Slick is a tall man. His frame makes others think he is weak. But the man is a bodybuilder, and a big rig mechanic. The man throws around the stuff under the hood of a truck like he throws snowballs.

“Slick, did you see the woman that just left the office?” I ask, lifting my head from the desk. His eyes are on me, his mouth in a frown.

“Yeah, boss. That’s Spin’s sister Spun. The brothers don’t like when she is around because she pushes herself on them and makes them feel as if they asked for it even if they tell her no. We all get busy finding something else to do when Spin brings her to the clubhouse,” se states.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me?” I ask, slamming my hands down on my desk. Do these men not know that I have their back no matter what?

“Come on, Pres. Men don’t run and tell others when a female makes them uncomfortable. That’s like handing over your man card and wearing a thong,” he states. Shaking his head as he adjusts his crotch.

“Well, she is no longer allowed on club property, or at any club events. I will not have her around wreaking havoc in this club. Send Spin in, will you?” He nods and leaves the room.

I look down at my phone and smile at the search history I was looking at. Sending a text to Neo. I need him to run a background on Jessikah.

“Lynx, you wanted to see me?” Spin says, as she pokes her head into the office.

“Yeah, come in and have a seat.” I motion for her to take the chair in front of my desk.

“Am I in trouble?” she asks, sliding into the chair, and then folding her hands in her lap. She sits like she is at church, listening to the preacher speak about verses and good deeds. You can tell this woman has never been in trouble.

“Why are you a club girl, Spin?” I ask, not staying on topic, because I generally want to know why.

“I-I umm.” She takes a deep breath. “I feel safe when I am here. Like the monsters of the world would have to go through you guys to get to me.”

“Are you in trouble?” I ask.

“I am the youngest in my family. My dad died when I was sixteen, and my mom and older sister have had a slew of men rotating in and out of the house. They like to try to force me to do things. At least here, I can choose if and when I want to have sex,” she says, her chin dropping to her chest.

“Do you want one of the empty apartments we own?” Pulling up the list of empty apartments we have and looking for the one that is closest to her place of employment.

“I can’t afford to live on my own,” she states. Her fingers are clenched into a tight ball.

“Didn’t ask that. You want a one bedroom it’s yours. You can move in on Saturday.” She lifts her head and smiles. “We will work out something rent wise. I know you are working and going to school, so we will make sure you are covered and safe.”

She squeals. “Oh, my goodness, thank you so much, Lynx.” She goes to stand, and I raise my hand.

“I need you to stop bringing Spun around the club. She’s banned. The brothers and I no longer want her around.”

She nods. “I have never invited her here. She always follows me when I leave the house and uses my name to get past the guards at the gates. I have asked the prospects to stop letting her in and they ignore me,” Spin states, a fire burning in her eyes as she spews the words out about her sister.

“I will deal with the prospects, and the brothers will help you move. If your sister continues to harass you or the club, we will come up with a plan on how to deal with her.” She nods her head and stands.

“Thank you, Lynx,” she says, her voice soft and innocent.

“For?” I ask.

“Making me feel like I matter to someone.” She gives me a smile and leaves the room.

***

“Pres, we have to head to the mall. The leather store has asked us to come and see them in regard to their back rent and what they can do,” Sue states, tapping on the doorframe.

Finishing the accounting I was working on, I flip over to the leather store’s invoice and print off what I need to present them.

They agreed to pay us three thousand dollars for our space, and they are behind six months.

I know business hasn’t been good, but they should have looked at their finances and made sure everything was on the up and up.

When they started to red line, they should have talked to us.

“They are six months behind. You would have thought they would have stepped up sooner,” I mumble, grabbing my papers and heading out to my bike. Sue following behind me.

“You know they are either going to back out and we are left with an empty store and a huge overhead,” he states, starting his bike just as mine roars to life.

He isn’t wrong. The Mackleson’s have rented space for three years. They have never been behind until this year. Either something major happened to the couple, or revenue sucks and they are struggling. Either way, we are going to have to figure out the next steps for the club and this couple.

The ride to the mall takes us about fifteen minutes. When we park outside the store and make our way to the opening, we are struck with how empty it is. Sue looks at me, worry etched on his face as he opens the door and we walk in.

Bright orange and yellow clearance signs are scattered all over the store. Mr. Mackleson is sitting behind the counter. His head hung and shoulders slumped.

“Ed, what’s going on?” I ask, approaching the counter and placing my hand on the top of the glass. There are beautifully crafted saddlebags inside. On the one wall, the coats and vest hang with a minimal amount of product. Their feminine undergarments are in a bin, and it’s nearly empty.

“Paul, I need to talk to you about the store. I know we are six months behind, but I have to stop the lease,” he states, a hint of disappointment in laced in his voice.

“What’s going on?”

“Katalina passed away six months ago. It was sudden and unexpected. I have been struggling to keep the store afloat since then. I just can’t stand to be in a place she loved so much.

I want to make a break and move back to the Kingston area to be closer to my family.

For me and for the kids.” He finishes; the tears well in his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“We understand. I am so very sorry for your loss. The club will pay for your relocation, and we will run the store until all your product is gone. Pack up and go,” I state, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” His eyes meet mine. The devastation written all over his face.

“You didn’t ask us. This is what we do for those loyal to the club.

We will deposit the money into your account within the next few days, and the brothers will take turns running the store until all your product is gone.

” The small smile on my face shows him we are not bad men, just men that live in the gray.

“Paul, Teddy. Thank you both for understanding.” He stands, reaches into his pocket and hands the keys to the store to Sue. “Maybe things will start to get better for my family after this tragic loss.”

On our way out the door, I stop beside the bin of ladies’ things and pick out a bra, thong and garter belt. Walking back to Ed, I hand him a hundred-dollar bill and walk out. I only hope my guess of Jessikah’s size is correct.

“There something you aren’t telling the brotherhood, Pres?” Sue chuckles, his eyes on the black leather that I am stuffing into my saddlebag.

I smirk at him. “Maybe,” is the only thing I say, straddling my bike and letting it roar to life. I am not ready to share Jessikah with them yet. I need to make sure she is onboard with being mine.