Vicious Cycle

Alex’s dark eyes widened at my summation. “I see.”

“Hey, you asked.”

“Actually, I see a lot more. She wants more from you, but you’re not willing to give it. Right?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t you want to settle down now that you have Willow?”

“Willow doesn’t need some woman forced on her to play mommy. She has Mama Beth. Besides, Cheyenne isn’t mommy material. I’m not sure she’s even wife material.”

“That wasn’t exactly the question I asked, but your evasiveness about the subject of marriage and commitment speaks volumes.”

“Look, I’m always honest with the women I’m with. What bullshit fantasies they get about me is their own damn problem.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “You’re such a romantic.”

“Well, well, who do we have here?” a voice questioned behind us.

Alex whirled around a little too fast, causing her to stagger on her feet. “I probably should have eaten something before having those three shots,” she murmured.

“Maybe you should have fed the poor girl something, Deacon,” Case’s wife, Kim, chastised.

“You know I’m more about getting them drunk than keeping them sober,” I replied with a wink.

Kim smacked my arm playfully before reaching over to hug me. As she pulled away, her green eyes shot me a questioning look. I knew she was wondering what in the hell I was doing partying with Alex, especially right in front of Cheyenne. As the president’s old lady, she was in charge of keeping the peace between the wives, girlfriends, and club whores. From her expression, I could tell she thought the whole situation had trouble written all over it.

Although I wasn’t one to ever want an old lady, Kim was one of the best. With her humor, over-the-top personality, and heart as big as her natural double Ds, she made a hell of a president’s wife. Case had fallen head over fucking heels for her the moment he saw her dancing underage at the Lounge. At first the seventeen-year-old blond bombshell didn’t warm to thirty-year-old Case’s come-ons. Like me, she’d run away from foster care at fifteen and had been living hard the last two years. But once she turned eighteen and he started showing her his softer side, the one his brothers had no idea existed, he finally won her over. They married a year later, and they still couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, which was also evident in their five kids ranging from three to twenty.

Besides the wrath of Mama Beth, Kim was one of the main reasons that the Raiders never dealt in any prostitution. She’d been forced down that road for a period of time when she was on the streets, and Case respected the pain she had experienced too much to take anything on business-wise besides strippers.

“Where are your manners, Deacon? Introduce me to your friend,” Kim said, interrupting my thoughts.

“This is Willow’s teacher, Alexandra Evans.” Motioning to Kim, I said to Alex, “This is our president’s wife, Kim.”

Alex extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Kim replied with a smile.

Tiny strolled up then with a clipboard in his hand. “Hey, boss man. We just got some deliveries that need taking care of.”

I nodded. “Excuse me, ladies.” After I hopped off my stool, I turned to Rev. “Keep an eye on her,” I said in a low voice.

“Sure thing,” he replied.

It took a good fifteen minutes to take care of the inventory. It needed a little extra care supervising it out to the warehouse, considering what was inside—the latest gun shipment we were holding for our Tennessee chapter of the Raiders. Once it was secured inside, I headed back to the clubhouse.

Music blaring out of the jukebox, along with the sounds of whistles and catcalls, met me when I came back in the door. I couldn’t imagine what the hell was going on. Then I did a double take at the sight of Alex on top of the bar, dancing with Kim. But she wasn’t just dancing. No, she was singing off-key as loudly as she could with Kim to “Pour Some Sugar On Me.”

“Well, fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.

About ten of the guys encircled the bar, watching and cheering them on. Of course, most had their perverted gazes fixed on Alex. Her limber body served her well in ballet as well as bar dancing. Each sway of her hips and slide of her hand down her body caused my dick to swell. It was either cut and run or get Alex the fuck off that bar. Of course, there was also a third option, which had me getting her off the bar and taking her to my room to fuck her brains out.

I chose choice B for both of our sakes. I could only imagine that sober Alex would be mortified at her behavior. Striding up to the bar, I pushed some of the guys out of my way. When I saw Rev, I smacked him on the back of the head.

“Jesus, man, what’s your problem?” he shouted over the music and singing.

Motioning to Alex, I said, “I thought I told you to watch her.”

Rev grinned. “I am watching her.”

“Yeah, for the record, her dancing on top of the bar was not what I had in mind.”

“Come on, Deacon. She’s just cutting loose and having some innocent fun.”

At my “you gotta be shitting me” look, Rev said, “She’s just dancing. If she had started trying to strip, I would’ve stopped her. As far as our brothers go, you can be damn sure that no one touched a hair on her head on my watch … well, maybe no one but Kim.”

At that moment, Alex backed her ass up to Kim and ground against her. “Sweet Jesus,” I grunted while the men around me shouted their approval. When Alex finally met my gaze, I crooked my finger at her. With the grace of a supermodel on a runway, she walked down the length of the bar to me. The moment she was within my grasp, I motioned her down to where I could whisper in her ear. When she did, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.

My brothers booed and hissed at my move. “Shut the fuck up!” I shouted as I put Alex on her feet.

“No. I don’t want to stop dancing.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I’m thirsty,” she absentmindedly announced. One of our out-of-town members, Tony, handed her a beer. “Thank you,” she replied sweetly. She then proceeded to down the thing in a series of big gulps and then sucked down another one that was placed in her eager hands.

“I don’t think that was a good idea.” Now that she was off the bar, she began to sway a little. Grabbing her shoulders, I steadied her. “Okay, I think it’s officially time for you to go to bed.”