Six: Company of Sinners MC #2

by Lisa J. Hobman

  Unlike the other members of my dysfunctional family, I invariably ended up back with my mother at the club. Not that she noticed. It was the other women in the MC who did most of my caregiving. In fact, it was one such woman, Marla, who helped me find Colt and his crew up in Utah. I was eighteen and had already been in trouble with the cops for assault and theft. Marla told me she wanted me to get away from Sherry in case I inherited her ability to make the worst decisions possible for any human being. I think she would've preferred for me to leave MC life all together but you tend to stick with what you know.

  Okay...enough of my regression bullshit... I'll save it for my shrink. Ha! Fucking hilarious. I think I'd terrify the shit out of any fucking doctor. I kill myself sometimes I'm so funny. Sorry I'm digressing again.

  So, there I was sitting in The Fox Hub. Front row. Waiting for Nina to make her main appearance of the night. My best buddy and literal partner in crime, Cain, was to my right with his lover in his lap. Why the fuck he wanted to bring Melody to this place I'll never know, but from the way they were sucking face I guessed that their surroundings were the last thing on their mind. That or it was doing their sex life a power of good. They should've just gotten a room. Cain's tongue was carrying out excavation work at the back of Mel's mouth from what I could see. It was weird to see him in a one on one relationship. Believe me when I say it was something of a rarity. You could say he was quite the ladies’ man until she came along. Shit, who am I kidding? He was a man-whore! But Melody and her innocent ways reined him in.

  Cain had always been the confident one. The girls just wet their panties as soon as he clocked them with his fucking blue eyes and gave them that half a smile thing he did. My hazel eyes didn't have the same impact. My beard pretty much hid half of my face, and I'm guessing that my unkempt dirty-blonde, in-need-of-a-serious-overhaul locks did nothing to add to my sex appeal, or lack thereof. Okay, I may be selling myself short a little. I've always worked out. I mean my fuckin' muscles have muscles. Add to that my abundance of tattoos and I think you get that I'm not the type of guy you take to church on Sunday.

  Don't get me wrong. I got my fair share of attention. But the one woman that I wanted attention from didn't even know I existed. And that's why I sat there, every Friday night drinking my beer and hoping my dick wouldn't end up deformed on account of the way it strained at my jeans as soon as Nina wrapped her slender leg around the shiny chrome pole before me.

  Chapter Three

  Chloe

  The darn glitter just wouldn't come off.

  Once I was off stage, I sat there for what felt like forever, trying to get the sparkle off my crawling skin. I felt anything but sparkling on the inside. What I really wanted was a shower, but that wouldn't be happening for a while seeing as it was my turn to close up for the night. It was a shitty job, but we all had our slot and this was mine.

  I walked back out and over to the bar to collect a tray. I hated that the patrons got so handsy when I walked around picking up the empty glasses. Unfortunately it was an occupational hazard and one that I couldn't seem to avoid. As I wandered around with the tray balanced on my hand, I wished I was somewhere warm. Somewhere cozy with someone who loved me. Okay, so I was twenty-one and I wasn't ready for marriage and all that crap, but just to have someone in my life who cared would've been good. It would've been enough. The one flaw in my dream was that I simply didn't trust men. Especially the ones that came into the club and let's face it, working the unsociable hours I did, it was the only place I was likely to come into contact with guys.

  The boyfriends in my past had never stuck around long. I guess I bored them. They thought that they were dating some dirty nympho on account of my job and when they realized that in ‘real life’ I enjoyed lounging around in my PJs and watch romance movies, read or listen to music they lost interest. All I wanted was to be loved. My mom had loved me once.

  Until Brett.

  “Hey, Nina! C'mere, sweet cheeks.” I turned, tray in hand to where Hogi had called me from. I rolled my eyes, thankful for the dim lighting in the club and made my way over to him.

  “What's up Hogi?” The lack of enthusiasm in my voice was very evident, but I didn't care.

  “Got a chance for you to make some extra cash tonight. You up for it?” He rubbed his chin as a sneaky smile lit up his rugged, aging features. He was a nice guy and he cared for his girls, but everything came down to cash.

  Dread washed over me at what he was about to suggest. I placed my tray down on the bar and folded my arms across my chest. “Oh yeah? I'm not sleeping with anyone if that's what you're going to suggest.”

  His eyes widened and I regretted my words, knowing full well he would never ask one of his girls to do such a thing. “Fuck, Nina, I can't believe you would even think that. It was nothing like that. Jeez.”

  Sighing, I stepped closer, reached out and patted his tattooed forearm. “Sorry, Hogi. I know you would never ask that. Go ahead and tell me what you were going to say.”

  He smiled and held up his hands. “Okay, so, you don't have to say yes. No pressure. Just say the word and I'll tell them it's a no go.”

  “Tell who that what's a no go?” I just wanted him to get to the point so I could say no and get on with my job.

  “The Sinners want to pay you for a special dance.”

  “The Sinners? You mean Company of Sinners? The bikers? They want me to do a special dance for them? Oh...I...I don't think...I mean I don't do—”

  Hands rested on my shoulders from behind me and I turned my face to be greeted by one of the members of the MC. A really handsome guy, if you like the conventionally good looking types.

  He squeezed my shoulders and smiled. “Hey, don't worry, it's not for all of us. Just one. My buddy has a birthday today and he never celebrates. We figured we'd treat him to something special. He watches you like a hawk and we reckon he'd love you to dance for him. I'll make it worth your while.”

  I swallowed and my heart began to pound. “I just don't usually do that kind of thing. You know the private dance stuff. I think I'd be too...I don't know...awkward and gawky. I'm fine with a pole but—”

  The handsome guy placed a finger over my lips to silence me. “You're over thinking. He'll just be happy that you're there. And like I said, it'll be worth it.”

  Exhaling the breath from my lungs along with what felt like that last shred of dignity I was trying to hold on to and I shook my head. “I...I just don't know.”

  He turned me around and slipped his arm around my shoulder and pointed at his group of friends. “See that huge hulking, hairy bastard over there? It's his birthday. Now I totally understand if looking at him makes you wanna throw up.” I gasped and turned to see handsome guy chuckling beside me. He continued. “But believe me, you would make his fucking day. No, his year if you said yes.”

  Oh. My. God. He was pointing directly at my dirty-blonde haired biker. My heart skipped. Here was an opportunity to actually talk to him. All I had to do was jiggle my tits in his face.

  That thought halted me and I turned to face handsome guy again. “I'm sorry but I don't get naked. And I don't do 'extras'. Maybe you should get one of the others.” I turned to make a hasty retreat as fear of humiliation niggled at me.

  He stopped me. “Whoa. Look, I'm not asking you to fuck the guy. Just to dance for him. That's all.” He held his hands out as if to express his innocence.

  I looked back to Hogi who stood there, arms crossed over his chest and concern etched on his weather worn face. He shrugged at me and I took it to mean it was up to me.

  Great.

  Nervously, I returned my focus to handsome guy. “Okay. Just a dance. No hands. No nudity.”

  A wide smile spread across his face and he kind of fist bumped the air. “Yeah! Okay, you go get ready and I'll get him over there to wait.” He pointed to the area off to the side of the stage that was sectioned off into a couple small rooms. I rarely ventured into there except to collect empty glasses. I had
no clue what to expect from being in there for any other purpose. I nodded and he walked back over to his group looking rather pleased with himself. Nausea knotted my stomach and I turned to lean on the bar.

  “You okay, sweet cheeks? You didn't have to agree to do it. You can still back out. No questions asked.”

  Taking a deep breath and hoping I would inhale some courage from the universe I shook my head. “No, it's fine. I'll be fine.”

  Once I was back in my dancing attire, minus any extra glitter, I made my way to the private dance rooms. They were small and kitted out with curved couches in red leather. Dim lighting was supposed to set the mood but all I was in the mood for was high tailing it out of Dodge. I knocked on the only door that was closed—an indication that it was in use—and a deep voice bid me to enter.

  I stepped inside and there he sat. Blindfolded with a black and white bandana, his huge hands resting on thick denim clad thighs as they always were when he watched me. The fact that he was blindfolded gave me the opportunity to trail my assessing gaze over him and it irked me that my nipples stood to attention and a throb began between my legs. I had never had such a physical reaction at just the mere sight of a man. But something about him pulled at me. Turned me on. The heat of desire coiled deep within me and I wondered what it would feel like to have those long, fingers trailing over my skin.

  Suddenly his deep, gravelly voice snatched me from my fantasy. “Um... I'm sorry about this. My so called friends are a bunch of immature bastards. And I'm sure you're a sweet lady and all but I like my women more...um...my own age if you get me and I don't mean that to be offensive or disrespectful. But can we just tell them that we did this and then we can both go about the rest of our evenings in relative peace.”

  Shit. He likes his women older than me. Okay now I feel really stupid. I cleared my throat. “I'm...gosh I'm sorry, I'll just go.”

  I was about turn when he reached up and almost ripped the bandana from his face. “Whoa wait!”

  His eyes were wide and he held his hand up to halt me. “Fucking dick-weeds,” he chuntered under his breath.

  Confusion washed over me and I folded my arms over my chest to cover my almost naked breasts. “W-what? I don't—”

  “No, I'm sorry. They told me Cynthia was going to dance for me. I mean she's a sweet old gal and all but...well that's just it...she's old.”

  I burst out laughing. “Cynthia? The seventy-year-old cleaning lady? Oh my God!” By this time I was bent double and holding my stomach. “They got you good!”

  When I glanced up at him he was laughing too and shaking his head. Caramel eyes sparkled and laughter lines appeared at their corners. He had the best smile I had ever seen. This was the first time I'd seen it, but my gosh it was beautiful and lit up his entire ruggedly handsome face.

  Once we had both calmed down and the laughter had subsided I thought I'd better find out if he wanted me to continue. “So...should I go or do you want—”

  “God no, don't go. I'd like to...to watch you dance if that's okay?”

  I chewed on my lip trying to stifle a smile. For a huge man who was part of the motorcycle club that had a bad reputation around the place he was awfully sweet.

  My cheeks heated to a temperature just below spontaneous combustion. “Sure. But...You should know...it may not be that great...I'm a...a virgin.”

  His eyes widened in horror. “Shit, okay, um I think maybe you should go...I don't want to be the one—”

  Okay he's completely misunderstood me. Stupid girl. “Not that kind of virgin. I mean private dance virgin. I've never done...” I waved at the empty space between us. “this before.”

  He heaved a huge sigh and rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck. I wish we could start this over.”

  I smiled and our eyes met briefly and that was it. I was lost. I had to close my eyes to break the weird spell that had been cast and so I turned to flick on some music. “Breathe You In” by Stabbing Westward filled the void in the room and I inhaled deeply to calm my shredded nerves.

  As the singer began his sultry delivery of sensual lyrics I began to stalk toward the biker like a she-wolf to her prey.

  Six

  It was as if some kind of mask descended over her beautiful features as she walked slowly toward me, one shapely, lean leg in front of the other with each pulsating beat. Eventually, she was standing in the space between my parted thighs and I gazed up at her, dumbstruck and with bated breath in anticipation of her next move. She ran her slender fingers down her neck, over her luscious breasts to her stomach and I watched every single part of their journey, wishing it was me touching her.

  But I wasn't allowed.

  Slowly and with a sultry grace, she turned and swayed her hips in time with the music, her perfect ass only inches from my face. My dick was hard as a rock and straining at the denim, and the lyrics of the song seeped into my brain. Had she chosen this song for me? Because fuck, the guy could've been singing from my own damn thoughts. I adjusted myself as discreetly as possible because if she looked at my crotch right then she would've clearly seen how aroused I was.

  Bending over with parted thighs she ran her delicate hands along her legs and gripped the heels of her stilettos. Fuck me she was supple. The fact only fuelled the fire that had been set alight deep in my groin. My eyelids were heavy with a level of lust that I had never experienced before and I was shit scared I'd blow my fucking load just watching her.

  Her neat little pussy was so close with only a thin string of silver fabric hiding it away from my greedy eyes. But my mind was working overtime. What I wouldn't give for a taste...or to inhale the smell of her. To slide my fingers...or my cock into her tight body and watch her writhe on top of me as I returned the pleasure I know for sure she'd give me. I had to swallow a groan as she turned and rested her hands on my thighs, pushing her firm, round tits in my face. Her nipples were stiff under the barely-there bikini top she wore and I wondered if that was because of the air conditioning...or if it was because she was as turned on as I was. She moved her face so that her breath feathered over my ear and I had to clench my fists tight to stop them from moving of their own volition.

  Arching her back she grabbed her tits and pushed them together as she raised her leg and rested it on my shoulder. My breathing quickened along with the pounding of my heart as I came face to face with her flat belly and minuscule bikini bottom again. It took all the physical restraint I had to stop from leaning forward and inhaling her intimate scent. Breathing her in, just like the song had said. But in a split second she moved and the song began to fade.

  She crossed her arms over her chest and cleared her throat. “Umm...I think...I think we're done.”

  I took a deep breath and nodded my head unable to gather my thoughts. Well actually, I was gathering plenty of thoughts, but none of them were appropriate to speak out loud.

  After rummaging around the lust filled fog of my brain for what seemed like hours I rubbed my hands over my face and then smiled up at her, hoping to be reassuring. “Well, wow...that was...that was...”

  “Dumb. I know. God, why did they ask me to do this. I'm useless.” Her voice wavered and she covered her face, turning her back on me.

  I stood and stepped toward her. “Whoa, Nina, hey...” I placed my hands on her shoulders and she flinched.

  She shrugged my hands off and turned to face me once more. Her eyes were glassy and I could feel the shame radiating from her body. “No touching, remember?”

  Holding up my hands I smiled again. “Sorry. Sorry, you're right. But you're wrong about being useless. You certainly know how to move...and how to get a guy...you know...riled up and all.”

  “Yeah well you can blame your stupid friends. They could've gotten someone more experienced.”

  For a beautiful, sexy woman she had the self-esteem of a bucket. I stepped toward her carefully, still with my hands up. “Nina, you're the one they knew I'd want to dance for me. That's why they chose you.”

  B
efore she could reply there was a knock on the door. “You done in there?” Hogi's harsh tone told me what I couldn't see in his expression. He was none too happy about letting this girl be alone with me. It was kinda sweet that he was so protective.

  She called back, “Yeah, Hogi, we're done.”

  The door flung open and he thrust a robe into Nina's hands. “Go on and get changed, sweet cheeks. There's glasses to collect out there.”

  She grabbed the robe and scuttled off, wrapping it around her as she moved. But I caught one last glimpse of her gorgeous ass.

  Hogi's voice once again ripped me from my fantasy when he growled. “Hey. Mind out of the gutter, kiddo. She ain't like that. And I don't care who the hell you think you are, you ain't getting what you want if I got any say in it.”

  Anger spiked within me. How the hell did he know what I wanted? And who the hell was he to judge me anyway? Okay, so I had a reputation. The whole Company of Sinners did. But he didn't know me. He didn't know my fucking mind.

  I stepped toward him. “Oh, don't you worry old man. I know she's not one of your usual girls.”

  “Hey! What do you mean by—”

  I stepped around him and walked away. I'd had enough judgment to last me a damn lifetime. And yes he was right. I did want her. Who wouldn't? But it wasn't like that with her. She was different.

  Completely and utterly different.

  Chapter Four

  Chloe

  Thankfully, the ladies room was empty. I stepped into a stall, closed the door, flipped down the lid on the toilet and sat on the closed seat. My heart was hammering at my ribs and my cheeks were on fire. I had never felt so humiliated in my whole life. I knew that I could dance but that kind of dance, up close and personal, for him of all people was just the most horrific thing I had ever done. Why couldn't I have more confidence? Why was I such a klutz? I almost fell over when I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder. Why the hell did I do that anyway? Do lap dancers even do that? I had no damn clue. Because I was a complete novice and they should have asked anybody but me to do that for the poor guy's birthday.