Chapter Nine
Fuck. I’ve really stepped in it this time. Not only did I screw up by kissing Kiesha, now her and Sabrina are in the same room.
I avoid making eye contact with anyone, but especially Kiesha right now. I don’t want to set Sabrina off any further.
“I know I screwed up.” If she knew how much she’d be done with me.
“Do you think I’m a fool?”
“Of course not. I…” Bitter frustration eats at me as I glance back to where Kiesha is now sitting with her mom and sister. I should have never kissed her. This whole mess is my fault.
“Don’t feed me another excuse. I don’t know why I bother.” Sabrina throws her hands up and stomps back through the bar as every head in the place turns to watch the show as she departs. Ember shoots me a yikes expression as she follows after her friend.
I’ve got about two seconds to get a handle on this before she ruins my chances with the club. I trail after her, determined to make things right. I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed her being so pissed. Sure, we’ve had arguments, but never this heated and with an audience.
I’m sure we’ll be the gossip of the clubhouse for the next week if I don’t get kicked out for the scene we just made.
“Sabrina, please listen to me,” I plead, reaching out to grab her arm.
She jerks away from my touch and spins to face me with narrowed eyes. “What is there left for you to say? You royally fucked up.” She keeps walking, her short legs moving quickly.
I catch up to her at her car. “Brina, let me explain.”
Ember peels off to give us some privacy. Not that it matters. They tell each other everything, anyway.
She cuts me with a look sharp enough to draw blood, arching her brows up as if to say, ‘well, let’s have it.’
“Happy birthday, babe,” the words come out sounding as hollow as I feel.
“Oh, save it. I don’t want your well wishes or your half-assed apologies. I go out of my way to make sure you know how much I care about you. To make you feel special and I can’t even get a fucking card or a text. I love you, but I don’t like you very much. You’re a real dickhead.”
Ouch. “You’re right. I deserve your wrath and more. I’ve been distracted.”
“Distracted,” she parrots. “Is that what you call her?”
“Who?”
“That pink haired bimbo you were all over in there. I thought you’d be a lot of things, Jimmy. But a cheater was never one of them.”
“You’ve got it all wrong.” The lie rolls off my tongue, smooth as whisky. “I’ve been an idiot. I should have told you what I was doing from the start. Kiesha.”
“Kiesha,” she grumbles. “Even her name sounds slutty.”
“Would you just stop and let me explain?”
She puts her hands on her hips, pursing her lips.
“Thank you.” I bend down to kiss her and she slaps me. “Jesus.”
“You think I want to stand here and listen to you tell me about the bitch you’re cheating on me with?”
“I’m not cheating on you. I was protecting her.”
“Oh, I bet you were.”
“She’s Link’s niece, and I was tasked with keeping her safe.”
“From what?”
“Her asshole of a father. He attacked Zoe a few days ago. Landed her in the hospital and they haven’t caught him. So there’s a chance he could go after Kiesha or Kimber and they needed an extra set of eyes to keep a lookout and today the guy showed up at her school. So yeah. I got distracted by work.”
“She looked pretty safe to me back there.”
“You know me. You know how much I care about you.”
“I used to. Now. I’m not so sure. I think I need some space.”
“Sabrina.”
“I’ll call you or not.” She shoves me back and gets into her car as Prodigy and Link roll through the gate.
“Just give her time to cool off. I’ll talk to her,” Ember assures me.
“Right.” I nod.
I watch the two of them drive off and head back into the clubhouse to drink myself into a stupor. That is, if I’m off the hook for the night with the club.
I’m conflicted. Part of me wants to chase after her, but the other side of me wonders if cooling things off at least until I make the cut would be better.
I slump down in a booth in the back like a wounded animal with my tail between my legs. That blow up happening in front of some of the guys is fucking embarrassing. I take a sip of my beer, but it tastes as wrong as my world feels.
Kiesha giggles from across the room.
I should be focused on what I’m going to do to win Sabrina back and yet the only thing on my mind is the addictive taste of Kiesha’s lips and how good it felt when she was in my arms. I shake my head and grip my bottle of Bud.
“Hey. Look what I got,” Kiesha drops down into the opposite side of the booth, nearly choking the life out of a kitten. “You can’t be down in the dumps in the presence of a kitten.”
“I’m all right.”
“That was…intense. Are you okay?”
“Don’t worry about it. That was nothing. She’ll get over it.”
“It didn’t look or sound like nothing.”
“I don’t want to talk about Sabrina.”
“So we can talk about my boy troubles, but not your girlfriend. Got it.”
“Don’t be cute. I’m really not good company right now.”
“Peach doesn’t want you to be sad.” She places the dirty cat on the table.
“What kind of name is Peach?”
“She looks like a Princess Peach.”
“Don’t you dare name him that.”
She puts her hands over the kitten’s ears. “It’s not a boy. It doesn’t have any balls.”
“Is it even old enough to have any?” I crack a smile and try to pretend that I didn’t just completely fuck things up with Sabrina.
“Kiesha,” her mom calls her over.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She looks hopeful.
“Sure.”
“I hope you don’t regret earlier. I know it didn’t mean anything, but for the record, it was nice and took my mind off stuff.”
“You’re a great kisser, even for a brat,” I tease her, not having the sense or strength to tell her that it won’t happen again. Her cheeks bloom pink as she saunters toward the exit.
Crawl belches and slaps his palm on the table. “If I win, you’ve gotta show me your tits.”
“And if you lose, what do I get?” Angel, one of the whores who hangs around the clubhouse, coos at him.
“What do you want?”
“Hmm. Let me think.” She taps a finger to her chin. She’s a busty blonde who gets around and has no problem dropping to her knees for the members of the club.
I should have gone back to Trenton’s while I was still sober enough to drive. Instead, I got roped into playing cards with Crawl, Creed, and Angel. I already regret my decision to stay for the game.
Kiesha stopped replying to my texts about an hour ago. I guess it’s past her bedtime. I at least managed to convince her to name the kitten Fireball instead of fucking Peach. Sabrina isn’t even bothering to read any of the messages I’ve sent her. I push up from my chair, bumping the table with my knee, knocking over Creed’s beer.
“Wh-wh where you going, Prospect. No one said you get to quit.”
“I’m calling it a night.”
“The fuck you are. Drop to the floor and give me ten pushups.” Crawl laughs.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s drunk,” Angel tells me, running her fingers up my arm. “I know what I want now. If you lose, I want you to lick peanut butter off the prospect’s toes.”
I shake my head. I won’t want any part of this shit.
“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Creed announces. “I’m getting another beer. Prospect, you want one?” I shake my head, and he shrugs.
“How about I lick it off your tits? The prospect can film it.”
“How about you film while I lick it off the prospect’s dick?”
“Deal.” He grins like he just won big.
Angel winks at me. She’s gorgeous, but even if I wanted to take part in her weird fetish, I doubt I could get it up. I’m drunk and the last thing I need is getting involved with another woman when I’ve already got two I can’t juggle.
“Whatta ya say, Prospect?” she squeezes my upper thigh too close for comfort. “Aw, come on, don’t be shy,” Angel clucks, her fingers dancing dangerously close to my belt buckle.
Crawl hoots from the other side of the table. “He’s blushing. The prospect is blushing!” He points at me and chokes he’s laughing so hard.
“No, I…” I start to say, but the words seem to trip over each other as they tumble from my mouth. “I’m not.” I don’t want to hurt her feelings.
“You’re not what?” Angel teases. Her hair falls into her face as she leans closer to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t tell me you don’t find me sexy” She trails a finger down her chest, dipping it between the valley of her breasts. “You know I’m a sure thing. I won’t give you any grief, unlike your mouthy girlfriend. Crawl likes to watch, but he won’t touch.”
“I’m not interested.”
“I’m offering you a free pass at me.”
Gently, I swat her hand away. “Tempting, but I’m already in enough shit with Sabrina. I think I’ll pass.”
She rolls her eyes but retreats, leaning back in her chair wearing a smirk. “Your loss.”
Crawl snorts into his beer and looks at me like I’m a fool. Maybe I am. This is the time in my life when I should be acting reckless. Enjoying all life has to offer. I guarantee Trenton wouldn’t have turned her down.
They continue playing their card game that I don’t even know the rules of. They seem to be making them up as they go.
Creed hands me another beer, but I’m cutting myself off. My movements are already clumsy and I’m sluggish, and in desperate need of sleep. Consecutive late nights full of drinking are catching up to me.
“Hey,” Angel whispers in my ear. “Let’s have some fun.” Her head morphs into two and I do a slow blink, trying to stay awake. “I’m bored and horny.”
Her lips meet mine and for a second I return her kiss, forgetting my senses.
Crawl claps and I pull away from her, remembering I don’t want anything to do with Angel and his game.
“Come on, lover boy. Let me see what we’re working with.” Angel slips my belt free and unbuttons my jeans.
“Knock it off,” I grumble, rubbing my eyes. I need to find somewhere to crash before I’m falling face first into the table.
“Hey Prospect,” Crawl says, barely able to talk he’s laughing so hard.
“What?”
He slaps a smooshed peanut butter sandwich down on the table in front of me. I don’t want to know where he’s been keeping it.
“Ha. Ha. Funny. Fucker,” I mutter, already pushing up from table and my pants fall down.
“Oh my God.” Angel stares at my dick.
I forgot that I’m freeballing from not having a spare pair of underwear when I showered at Trenton’s.
“It’s so big.” She licks her lips.
“Damn, man. I’m impressed.” Crawl salutes my dick as I jerk my pants up.
I flip him off and try to sober myself enough to get to my truck and make the drive to Trenton’s apartment. If I stay at the clubhouse, I’m afraid I’ll wake up to Angel and Crawl trying to measure the length of my cock.