Page 50 of Jagger
I sat back down and picked up my beer, taking a swig and setting it down before Joker opened his mouth and pissed me off.
“Damn, Molly must have a magic cunt if you agreed to swear off the bunnies. Tell me, Jag, does she have full-time custody of your balls, or do you get visitation rights?” He and Skid started laughing, only to stop when I leaned over the table and grabbed Joker by the cut. I pulled him half out of his chair until my face was inches from his.
“When you’ve got the best, you have no need for used-up pussy, man, trust me on that. Now, if I ever hear you talk about my woman so disrespectfully again, we’re gonna have a problem, you got me?”
Joker put his hands up and shook his head, saying, “C’mon, man, I’m just bustin’ your balls. I think Molly’s great. I’m just surprised she’s put you on lock-down so quick is all.”
I realized that Trick and Lucky had closed in on us, both looking ready to either jump in to kick ass, or to hold one of us back. I released my hold on Joker’s cut, giving him a little shove to help him back down in his seat.
“You got that the wrong way around, brother. I put myself on lockdown, and I’m the one locking her ass down, too. She’s been mine since the day I met her,” I told him with a satisfied smile.
“Does she know that?” Trick asked, and I shot him the bird as the rest of the guys laughed.
“Yeah, motherfucker, she knows. If she’s feeling better by Sunday, I’m putting her fine ass on the back of my bike.”
Trick’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise, and Lucky choked on the beer he’d just raised to his lips.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Lucky asked, and his shock was clear. He’d been raised the same way I was. He knew damned good and well what that meant in our family. I couldn’t have surprised him more if I’d pulled out a ring for her.
Lucky just shook his head and whistled. “Damn, another Morgan bites the dust. You and Rome just keep that monogamy shit to yourselves. The women in this world need my dick too much for me to deprive them of it. It just wouldn’t be fair.”
I snorted and flipped him off again, as the rest of the guys hooted and hollered, giving him all kinds of shit. After a few minutes, they wandered off as Trick headed over to flirt with one of the hang-arounds, and Lucky went over to Diamond and slid his hand up to grab her ass under the short little skirt she was barely wearing. I left them to it and went up to the bar to grab another beer, nodding at Bull as I sat down on a stool next to him.
I sent a quick text to check on Molly, and she responded right away that she had eaten some soup, taken some medicine, and was getting ready to go to bed for the night. I reminded her to call if she needed anything, then slipped my phone into my back pocket.
I spent the next hour watching the bunnies and hang-arounds doing their thing, including Bree getting spit-roasted in the middle of the room by Joker and Skid. Ace had Paisley bent over one of the couches at one point, which I could have done without seeing. I’d have one of my brothers take me out back and shoot me if I ever ended up with a huge beer gut and a flabby, pasty white ass like that.
I was currently eyeing the stripper working the pole in the corner – partly because I was a little creeped out by her vague resemblance to my sister-in-law, Abby – but mostly because I was trying to figure out how the hell she moved like that wearing what looked like six-inch heels. I was just waiting for her to fall on her ass or break her ankle any minute.
“She’s Velvet’s replacement at the strip club,” Bull said, waving his bottle of beer in the direction of the stage. “Cynnamon, with a ‘y’, but some of the guys have already shortened that to Cyn, apparently.”
I nodded, not really paying attention as at that moment it occurred to me that I had barely noticed that the chick was naked. Fuckin’ hell, I was as pussy-whipped as Rome if I was thinking about her shoes instead of the fact that I could see that she was waxed bare. That led me to thinking about Molly’s pussy, and how much I liked the neatly trimmed little patch of blonde curls she kept. I’d never really cared for the completely bare look. I was still thinking about Molly’s sweet cunt when Bull nudged me again.
“I heard your little speech earlier. If you’re serious about Molly, you might want to quit eye-fucking the new talent so hard.”
I shook my head with a laugh, not about to share my thoughts about Molly’s body. “Nope, I was actually wondering how the hell she even walks in those shoes, let alone dances in them.” I admitted.
Bull barked out a laugh and slapped me on the shoulder as he stood up. “Well, I’ll go up close and get a better view. Maybe I can figure out how she does it and let you know.”
“Thanks for taking one for the team, man. Appreciate your sacrifice,” I called out to him, and he waved his middle finger in acknowledgement as he made his way through the crowd.
I chuckled and looked around the room again, spotting King with one of the hang-arounds on his lap. That was my cue to get the hell out of here before I saw something I didn’t want to see. I’d walked in on him getting a blow job once when I was a prospect, and I hadn’t been able to get a boner for a solid week after that. He’d never done anything that overtly sexual with a woman out in the clubroom since then, but I didn’t take any fucking chances anymore, that was for damned sure.
Since I’d put away a few beers, I decided to crash in my room upstairs for the night. I took a quick shower, then checked my phone one more time before I went to sleep, just to make sure I hadn’t missed a call from Molly.
The next morning, I called her before I got out of bed. I tried to talk her into letting me stop by to check on her, but she refused.
“OK but let me know if you change your mind. If you’re feeling better tomorrow afternoon, I thought maybe we could go for a ride on my bike. Nothing big, just maybe ride around for an hour or so, to let you get a feel for it.”
“I would love that, as long as I’m better,” she said, her voice sounding a little more hoarse than it had at the beginning of the call.
“Great. Now, I’m gonna let you go so you can rest your voice.”
“I will, honey. I think I’ll make another cup of hot tea. That seems to help a little. Talk to you later.”
“Bye, Angel.”
I hung up the phone, wondering if I should have told Molly about the significance of riding on the back of my bike, deciding that I probably should, but wouldn’t quite yet. I didn’t want to scare her off or freak her out.
