What she had with Rob for the last year didn’t even compare to the night she experienced with Booshie. She stared at Rob, feeling sick and disgusted over wasting so much time with him. Served her right for not listening to her heart and letting her need to have someone overrule her.
“This whole fucking Tally in the bedroom was an eye opener, and one I desperately needed. I’m never settling again just because I’m sick of being alone.” She turned and looked at Bennie. “Let’s go.”
“So what, you’re just going to leave me and jump in bed with that fucking biker?”
Naggie turned back around. “Fuck you, Rob. What I do, or in this case who I do, is none of your damn business. You lost the right to care about what I do when you stuck your dick in a tramp.” She turned and left him standing there with a scowl on his face. Once they were outside, Bennie took her hand and stopped her.
“Who do you think told that POS about you and the biker?”
She shook her head. “I think the better question is who didn’t tell him. This damn town is like high school girls on speed when it comes to gossip, especially when it comes to the Vicious Bastards. But if I were worried about what people said, I would have conformed a long time ago.” She smiled, squeezed Bennie’s hand, and went over to her car.
“How about we order takeout and get drunk tonight? We can watch some horror movies where the dumb sluts get killed first.”
Naggie started laughing. “You read my mind.” She climbed into the car, and once Bennie pulled out of the driveway, she glanced once more at the front door. “So long, old chapter in my life.”
13
Booshie entered the clubhouse and was feeling pretty damn good about himself. Yeah, Naggie agreed to have dinner with him, and although it certainly wasn’t breaking news to stop traffic, to him, it felt fucking incredible.
He stepped up to the bar and slapped his hand on the counter. One of the prospects was cleaning glasses but stopped and glanced at him. He got Booshie a beer without him having to ask, and once the cold Sam Adams was in his hand, he turned and stared at Scars speaking with Ranger in the other room. Ranger was an old fuck of a member who was as ancient as the club.
He might not go on runs with them anymore, but he did ride with them in town, participated when needed, and kept the club pussy happy. Even for as old as he was, Ranger fucked like he was a hormonal teenager. That had Booshie grinning like a fool. He knew if any of the guys saw how fucking happy he was, they’d bust his balls.
It wasn’t like he got this way often, rarely in fact. Booshie tipped his beer bottle back, and although it wasn’t quite noon yet, the beer tasted damn good on his tongue. Maybe he was just feeling this surge of emotion inside him, like he was also a hormonal teenager and he had just gotten his dick sucked for the first time. That had him grinning even wider.
“What the fuck has you so happy this damn early?” Little leaned up against the counter of the bar, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume.
“You need a fucking shower, man.”
Little lifted his middle finger and flipped him off. “Get me a beer,” he said to the prospect without looking at him. “And a shot of whiskey.” He looked at the prospect then.
Booshie lifted a brow in Little’s direction, but the other biker didn’t look at him and just flipped him off again. Booshie chuckled and stared straight ahead as he drank his beer.
“But seriously, what in the hell has you so damn happy?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re a lying sack of shit.” He glanced at Little, watched the man toss the shot back and then chase it with the beer. “Rough night.” He didn’t phrase it like a question, because it was clear the man was hungover, and when one of the club pussy women came stumbling out of the back hallway, it was clear he partied in his room too.
“Yeah. I didn’t close my eyes until past four.” Little scrubbed his hand over his face. “I had to show her why they call me Little.” He looked over at Booshie then and grinned.
“You’re a sadistic asshole.”
Little straightened and turned around to stare at the woman who he clearly fucked last night.
“See how she’s walking all fucked up?” There was almost pride in the sick bastard’s voice. “She found out real fast that Little is the opposite of what I’m packing.” He grabbed his crotch in an obscene manner, but that was the way of the club. The guys didn’t mince shit and said it like it was. “Baby, you ready for round two tonight?” The club pussy stopped and looked at him, and her cheeks heated. She was a newer girl, one who had been hanging around the club cleaning up but then wanted to take it a step further.
“I can hardly walk as it is.”
“Oh yeah, that’s fucking right.” Little drank from his beer bottle and set it on the counter before sauntering over to her. The asshole might be still slightly drunk from last night, but whatever he was whispering into the woman’s ear had her melting against
