Page 3 of Next Level (Royal Bastards MC: Oakland Chapter #1)

TINKLE TIME

T he clubhouse is packed with members, hang-arounds, club girls, and friends from the car show. It’s late, and the girls are already up at the house, so the party has gotten a bit wilder with adult activities all around.

Sammie knows that when it’s a party like this, it’s best to stay at the house. If she needs anything, she’ll text me or call down to the clubhouse. We have a landline so she can get in touch with someone in the clubhouse if I’m in the middle of something or someone.

I’m sitting at the bar with Dawg next to me. Jay’s behind us, handling the drinks for everyone.

I scan the room and catch Tink looking over in my direction.

Damn, she looks good tonight. My pants tighten in my groin area.

Tink is my father’s best friend’s daughter.

Stacey’s her real name, and she grew up with me around the compound.

Stacey got her nickname because she was the only girl running around here, and she always had to go to the bathroom.

When she had to go, she would say she had to tinkle.

So she was Tinkle for years until she became a teenager, and we shortened it to Tink.

When our fathers died a couple of years back, we went from friends to more than friends.

She has warmed my bed more than a few times.

She’s a good woman, but I’ve always told her there would be nothing more than a friends-with-benefits arrangement between us.

At the time, it was good with her, but lately, I’ve been getting the vibe she wants more.

She’s got a tight little body and grew up to be a bombshell, but most of the members stay away from her, thinking she’s mine. I don’t want her to become a club girl, but if she wants to fuck someone, then by all means, she can.

I lick my lips before taking a swig of beer. She doesn’t break eye contact as she sits across the room with her best friend, Cracker, and Lazy’s ol’ lady, Siren.

Dawg lights up a blunt, watching me eye-fuck her from across the room.

“You thinking about fucking that tonight?” Dawg inquires, exhaling smoke and handing me the blunt.

As I take it, I reply, “Thinking about it.”

Dawg’s lived at the compound since right after we graduated from high school and became prospects. I lived down here mostly with him, except when I have Sammie. When my father died, my ma couldn’t handle being alone, so we both started staying at the house where Sammie has always had a room.

“Well, tell your dick to figure it out. You thinking a duo tonight?” he says, motioning over at her friend, Cracker.

Cracker got her name because when she was younger, every time she came to hang out with Tink, she would have a box of Cracker Jack.

She loved the shit. Now every time she’s around, we always seem to have popcorn.

It kind of suits her. If you get her hot enough, she pops off like a fucking firecracker.

She may be small, but damn, she can fight.

Cracker has been Tink’s best friend for years, so wherever Tink is, Cracker isn’t far behind.

Dawg and I have shared the girls before. We’re practically brothers. We’ve shared girls, been with one at the same time, and even switched before. There isn’t much I haven’t done with or around this fucker. We don’t hide anything from each other either.

We continue to sit with our backs to the bar, looking around the clubhouse. I’m always the levelheaded one. I don’t get out of hand very often. And I level people with one punch. Hence the name Level. My father wanted me to become a boxer, but I disagreed. I liked my face too much.

“Nah, I’m thinking low-key tonight. I have the girls up at the house. I’ll be staying up there.” I pause, glancing over at my brother. “Plus, I thought Sunshine was coming through to play some beats?”

Dawg shrugs. “She hasn’t reached out, and it’s already almost midnight. I doubt she’s coming.”

“I’d give her a text before you go diving into someone else, and she shows up.”

Dawg agrees with a silent gesture but doesn’t reply. I scan the room again, watching my brothers enjoy themselves. It’s been almost six months since we’ve had any drama or problems. Things have been going well for everyone.

Business was good on all fronts. Everyone has a legitimate job around here, plus our side hustles. Our main hookup is from the Port of Oakland. We handle a lot of transportation in and out of there, mainly the shit the union boys don’t want to get hit for.

“It’s about that time, Dawg!” Chewy yells across the room.

We both look over and immediately know what’s about to happen when we see him charging over. On cue, the song “Smoke Dope and Rap” by Dre Dog begins to play throughout the clubhouse. All the members shout out, with a few getting up and moving toward us.

These motherfuckers are crazy. Every single time.

Dawg starts to bob his head as he stands up, opening his cut and pulling out what’s always there—a chewy blunt.

A chewy blunt is a marijuana joint but laced with cocaine, and Dawg always has one but doesn’t smoke it with just anyone.

Zoom, Lip, Zip, Chewy, and Dawg circle each other, rapping the lyrics while Dawg licks the blunt, getting it ready to spark up.

I sit back, laughing at these fools.

Again, this is why he’s called Dawg. All the guys sing along, pointing to him, saying he’s six-five. When they call him a klucker, as in the song, he begins acting out the words by bobbing and weaving, ducking their fake punches. We play this song every time, more than once.

My brothers are all in a tight circle swaying together, rapping while passing the chewy blunt around.

Dawg glances over, offering it, but I shake my head.

I plan on sleeping tonight. I got my girl up at the house.

I’m usually clear-headed when she’s around.

Sam’s old enough to know when we’re all fucked up, and I don’t want her or, more importantly, her friends to see me like that.

I tap the bar, getting Jay’s attention for another beer as I finish off this one.

I slide the empty bottle toward the edge of the bar while Jay puts a fresh one in front of me.

Before I even grab the new beer, I feel a familiar hand slide over my biceps.

Without even looking at her, I hold up two fingers toward the Fireball—Tink’s favorite—signaling I want two shots.

“RayRay, you having fun tonight?” she murmurs next to my ear.

Hearing my nickname makes my cock twitch.

“Tink, with you around, always,” I say, not looking at her.

I turn away from the bar just enough for her to squeeze in between my legs. I slide a hand around her waist, pulling her up against me.

“You want to go have some fun real quick?” Tink says in a sexy, low voice.

Positioning her breasts right at eye level, I lean down and give each mound a nip with my teeth. She’s got a good-sized rack with great cleavage.

A giggle that quickly turns to a moan slips from her lips as she grips my head, pushing my face deeper into her breasts.

My cock goes from twitching to rock hard instantly, wanting to be the one fucking these titties, not my mouth.

When I hear Jay place the shot glasses next to me, I pull my head back and hand her one before grabbing mine.

“To you.” I raise my shot to hers before slamming it back.

She smirks, then tosses hers back.

After placing the glass down, I grab her ass over her short as hell jean shorts.

In a low, husky voice, I explain, “I can’t hang all night. I’ve got to be up at the house later, but I’d love to see if I can get you to tinkle for me real quick.”

She’s always wet and ready for me, but a few times I’ve gotten her to squirt. It was glorious. Her name truly is perfect for her.

Tink slips her hands around my neck.

“RayRay, you can try, but I think that would be an all-night quest.” She winks, then leans down and kisses me.

Her tongue slips in tangling with mine, and the taste of cinnamon swirls around us. I spread my fingers wide, kneading her ass, before sliding them down her legs.

Wanting her heat closer to my core, I grip the back of her legs, lifting her to straddle my lap. I turn, using the bar to lean her back as I begin to play.

God, I love foreplay.

Tink places her hands on either side of my neck, holding on as I grope her ass, motioning her hips up and down my hardened shaft, making her groan louder.

Luckily for us, for years, we’ve played around teasing each other, so no one pays attention to us. Plus, with the music loud and everyone doing their own thing, no one gives a fuck.

Tink’s like my baby girl, the one you don’t fuck with or disrespect. She was always off-limits when her father was alive. And now, she’s off limits because of me.

Tink’s hips start moving on their own accord, riding me just like she likes it. I move my hands between us, slipping them between her inner thighs and moving them under her short shorts, meeting slick, wet folds, which makes it even easier for my fingers to slide into home.

I watch her beautiful face fill with heat.

Christ, she’s cute when she’s aroused. She really is a good woman.

She knows the club life and would make any man a good ol’ lady.

I don’t think I will ever find the one. You know, the one that steals your heart because my heart belongs to my daughter.

She’s all I need right now, and I don’t see any other woman taking any part of my heart.

Tink bites down on her lower lip, holding back her moans. I begin fingering her as she rides my hand faster.

Yep, time to fuck.

A bottle shattering behind the bar has me looking at Jay, who’s looking pissed off.

Dawg hollers, “Fuck! Yeah!” over my shoulder.

I glance back and forth from Dawg to Jay, making sure it’s okay.

Tink’s head drops back with her eyes closed. I glance over to focus on Dawg, wondering what he’s hollering about. He looks at his phone before charging over to the bar to look at the monitors.

“She’s here!” Dawg shouts to the room. “Fuck yes!” fist-pumping the air.

I look over Tinks’ shoulder to the monitors and notice Sunshine and about five other girls exiting a white Tahoe.

Well. Well. Well. Look what the Dawg brought in.

This just got interesting. Dawg’s been trying to get her to come here for a few months.

Time to move this along. I lean forward, cup Tink’s breast in my free hand and assault her with my other. She’s writhing against me. When I take her mouth, I muffle her scream, and I flick her nub, sending her over the edge.

A few more pumps, and I retract my fingers. Breaking the kiss, I suck Tink’s juices from my fingers just as Dawg shouts, “Sunshine’s in the house!”

I lean into Tink’s ear and murmur, “I give it an hour before I have you tinkling all over my cock.”

“We’ll see.” She raises her eyebrows.

I motion for her to slide off me as Dawg and Sunshine move up to the bar.

“Give me a few. I’ll come grab you,” I say, swatting her ass.

She smiles, nodding to me before heading back over to her friends.

Yep, she’s a good one: no lip, no fight, nothing.

“Hey, Level! Thank you for inviting us.”

I turn my attention to Sunshine and her friends, then grab my beer, tilting it toward Dawg. “Thank my brother. He’s been trying to get you to come here for a while now.”

She beams up at Dawg.

“Well, thank you both. I’ve been crazy busy with gigs all over. I’m finally home for a bit.”

Dawg chimes in, “Are you going to play for us tonight ?”

“Nah, I’ve been playing all day. I promise you, though, I will. Let’s plan something soon.”

When she sees Dawg’s frown, she adds, “Plus, I just wanted to hang out with you tonight and not have to work.”

He immediately lights up with excitement when he hears she wants to hang out with him. Jay walks over and asks what they want.

Sunshine begins to introduce her friends and get drink orders.

The girls are cute, but not anything I’d jump on. At least not tonight when I have someone as primed and ready to go as Tink is.

I drink a beer while listening to them all talk about music, but when I’m finished, I excuse myself, telling them I need to tinkle. The girls laugh, and I give Dawg a nod.

Dawg knows damn well I won’t be back anytime soon. The way I ‘tinkle,’ I’ll be a few hours.