Page 3 of Lick

He heads towards her as she scrambles to her feet, but I’m already walking away.

“Lick, come on. Let me show you my pussy is as good as my mouth.”

I curl my lip in disgust. It might make me a dick—I’ve just had my cock down her throat—but have some damn respect. I push through the door and walk into the pool room where Jacko and Tack are playing.

“That was quick,” Jacko comments with a grin as he takes his shot.

I flip him off as I head to the bar. I signal the bartender, who hands me my beer of choice, before walking over to the guys. “How long until we go on?”

“About forty-five minutes.”

“Alright, I’m gonna wander for a bit. If Kitty finds you, I’d run.”

“I thought her name was Kathy?”

I shrug before taking a swig of beer. “She’s not interested in anything other than being a groupie.”

“Hey, don’t knock groupies. They’re the club girls of the music world,” Tack points out.

“Knock yourself out then.” I don’t bother telling him that club girls aren’t my thing either. I like my women not to have been run through by my club brothers. Or worse, my fucking dad. I grimace, making them laugh as I head downstairs.

Most of the guys aren’t bothered by that shit. It’s a way of life for most MCs, and as my father is the president of the Birmingham Chapter of the Royal Bastards MC, I’ve been exposed to it more than most. Walking in on my father railing a club girl on the pool table, while she ate out her friend, was something I didn’t need to see as a kid.

I grimace just thinking about it. I’ll give my dad his due, though. After that episode, he tried to make sure the guys and the club girls were mindful of when the kids were around, but shit happens. Crap like that will scar you for life.

It’s busy down here in the main bar, the booths that run the outer edge of the room are all occupied, and the dance floor is already filling up. I walk to the end of the bar and sit to people-watch for a little while.

No one outside the MC knows I bought this place with the inheritance money from my maternal grandparents. As much as I love the club, I wanted something outside of it that was just mine. Plus, it gives the club an easy way to clean their money, so it’s a win-win for both of us. We need a legitimate business to hide the less-than-stellar operations we have running in the background.

I sip my beer, watching the comings and goings. A few girls catch my eye, ones who throw me coy smiles and flip their hair like it’s some mating ritual, but I can’t drum up the interest to walk over. Fuck. If my club brothers could hear my thoughts, they’d be taking the piss right now. I sound like an old man, not one in the prime of his life, about to embark on a European tour.

“Trust me on this. I’ll have you batting for the other team yet,” a voice to the left says.

It’s the woman who responds that catches my attention. “A slippery nipple? Lord, if only it were that easy.” Her voice is husky in a way that makes me want to hear her whimpering my name as I drive my cock into her.

I lean on the bar. A young blond woman throws her head back and laughs in response. She’s pretty, but it’s her friend I can’t take my eyes off. She has her back to me, so I can’t see what she looks like, but what I can see would look fucking stunning spread out on my bed.

She’s about average height. Five-five, maybe five six, though I’m thinking most of those inches are from her legs because fuck me those things seem to go on for miles. I have to adjust myself as I picture them wrapped around me, gripping me tight as I come deep inside her.

What the fuck is up with that? I rarely come inside a woman. I’ve seen too many men baby-trapped by bitches who claimed to be on the pill—or worse, fucked with the condoms beforehand. That’s one of the drawbacks of being in an MC. Every woman drawn to us wants an old lady cut, even those who know better. Kinda takes the fun out of fucking when you have your guard up every time you get your dick out.

My gaze starts at her ankles, and the black ribbons tied around her calves make me want to see something similar, preferably tying her wrists to my bedframe. Her legs are slim and long, and the tight black dress she’s wearing is showing off a shit-ton of thigh. Her ass is thick and round. I have to fist my hands so I don’t reach out and slap it.

She has curves in all the right places, just as I like them. Everyone seems to be obsessed with being skinny, but I like my women to feel like women, not a bag of bones. I like curves to hold onto when I’m fucking them, and tits that press into me when they’re on the back of my bike.

She tucks her long, dark hair behind her ear as she turns towards the bartender. Before I can get a proper look at her, a group of women pushes in next to me, blocking my view.

I stand up and drink the rest of my beer, trying to shake off the weird feeling this woman has brought out in me. I refrain from looking over at her again, needing to get my head on straight before my set starts. But when I finish my beer and indicate for the bartender to hand me another, I can’t help but look over one last time.

Something drops in my gut when I realize she’s gone. That nagging sensation that tells me I’ve missed out on something I’m going to regret. Though it seems like bullshit, I already know I’ll look back at this moment and wish I’d made my move instead of acting like a pussy.

I head backstage, where I can drink my beer in peace. I sit on the empty couch and think of that woman and then shake my head. She could be the perfect woman for me, but right now, I barely have time for myself and my club, let alone a woman.

By the time I’m done with my beer, the others have arrived—Dixie and Jacko, as well as Moe and TJ.

“I wondered where the fuck you were,” TJ says as he throws himself down on the sofa beside me. TJ is two years younger than me, making him the youngest of our band. But when he steps up behind the mic and opens his mouth, it’s as if he’s been singing for fifty years. He’s the kinda guy nobody would look twice at, but as soon as women realize he’s the lead singer of a band, they’re on him like flies on shit. The man went from having zero game to not even having to open his mouth before a woman hops on his cock. And fuck yes, he’s taken advantage of it.

“Just wanted to chill before the set starts. You good? I didn’t see you earlier.”