by LeAnn Ashers
That’s what I have.
But it’s so much more.
It may not be conventional, but it’s ours.
While walking through the house the morning after, I have to admit I’m more than walking funny on top of being beyond sore. Even though he was gentle, he was just way larger than I expected.
Hands grab my hips and I jump, screaming. I spin around, holding on to my chest. Jordan is bent in half laughing. Pretending to be mad, I cross my arms across my chest and glare at him.
Jordan quits laughing at me but grins from ear to ear. “Aww, angel. Come here.” His hand shoots out, wrapping around the back of my head. He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Angel, I have to go to the club for a bit. I’ll be back in about two hours.”
I nod, but then I remember I have a girls’ night with Chrystal tonight. “Oh, I have a girls’ night with Chrystal tonight!”
Jordan stiffens, and I lean back, looking at him.
“Angel, maybe it’s not such a good idea?”
I gnaw on my bottom lip, thinking about it. I really want to go because I’ve never had a girls’ night. I also want to get to know the girls better and let loose. I do know that all of this is happening with the other club, but I can’t let that stop me. Right?
“I want to go,” I say sternly.
Jordan grins. “Well, that’s that, but you’ll have prospects on you.” He pushes his hips against mine, bending his head low. “Now, give your man a kiss.”
I shake my head.
His eyes narrow. “You’re going to deny me what’s mine?”
I nod, grinning.
Jordan glares at me and bends his head toward mine. I lean farther back.
“Baby, you’re playing with fire,” he growls, bending closer to me.
I lick my lips, taunting him.
Whack! His hand hits my ass hard, and I jump.
“Now, give your man those lips.”
“Nope—” That’s all I get out.
His hand fists in my hair and he slams his mouth on mine, kissing the shit out of me. He lets go, smacking me on the ass once more. He winks and steps back.
I grin because he did exactly what I wanted him to.
“Love you!” I call.
He stops. He turns around and looks at me. His face softens considerably. “Love you too, angel.”
He walks out the front door, and I go to the alarm system to arm it. I wait until he drives out of the gate before setting it and everything else around the house.
Now, I need to go fix dinner, and I have no clue how to do that.
As soon as I park my bike close to the front door of the club, Vin comes outside and straight to me. I stiffen and climb off my bike, sensing that something is wrong.
“Alisha’s mom is here.”
My heart fucking drops. I don’t want my woman to be tainted by that shit anymore. I know she wants to see her mom, but I won’t allow her to be hurt anymore.
“She’s different than I thought she would be,” Vin says.
I meet his gaze. I don’t know what he means by that.
“Just go talk to her, man.”
I intend to do that. I nod, walking past him. I open the door and step inside. After walking past the bar, I go to the living room area.
Alisha’s mom is sitting on the couch. She looks up at me and it hits me like a fucking freight train. Alisha looks just like her mom. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Alisha’s mom shifts in her seat and fiddles with the bottom of her shirt like Alisha always does.
“Hey. You’re Techy?” she says softly, sounding too much like my woman. “How’s my daughter?” She sits forward like she can’t wait to hear my response.
I study her, trying to see if she’s just acting. “She’s good.”
She nods, her eyes lightening. “Good. I’m so glad. She happy?” She scoots closer to the edge, closer to me.
Alisha is happy and I see it every time I look into her eyes. That moment we met until now? It’s a fucking huge difference. Alisha is just Alisha. God, I love that woman.
“You love her.” Alisha’s mom brings me from my thoughts.
The smile I didn’t know I had on my face drops. I nod.
“I’m so horrible,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.
I sit on the couch in front of her. I want to hear everything. “Tell me what happened.” I have the sense now that her mom isn’t just a druggie.
She sniffs and wipes under her eyes. She looks at me, a smile playing at her lips. “Alisha was my world. We made cookies together, went shopping together… We did everything together. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. People would gravitate to her, and her smile can light the darkest days.” She laughs and looks at me. “She would sing all the time, and I couldn’t believe how good she was for a six-year-old.”
Her smile falls, and I know the shit she’s going to say next is not going to be good.
“My husband yelled at her once because he stepped on her toy. I packed our bags, and I was leaving. He got physical and started hitting me. And then he injected me with heroin.”
She lets out a ragged breath like she is trying not to break into a million pieces. “He never allowed me to come down from my high. I hardly remember anything. I remember men. I remember my husband pumping my veins full. I remember her as she got older, her picking me up off the floor and trying to get me to eat. I never wanted that life or for her to be a part of it, and I felt so worthless because I know she suffered. I was so out of it. I don’t know how I’m alive.”
Fuck.
I never expected that she hadn’t had a choice in the matter. The stupid fucker didn’t want her to leave so he kept her so fucking high she couldn’t.
“I do remember one thing as plain as day. I remember you killing him.”
I don’t say one word, wanting to see her next reaction.
“Thank you. You saved me from hell.” She bursts out crying.
I look up at the ceiling. I can’t fucking take her crying, especially with how much she looks like my woman. So I wrap my arms around her, but she stiffens before sinking into my hug. She cries and cries for at least half an hour. I sense someone walking into the room and see Vin looking at us both. I nod because I get what he was saying earlier.
Another minute or so later, she settles down. “I haven’t had any since he last injected me and that was hours before you guys showed up. I wanted to make sure Alisha is okay, before I left for rehab. I can’t face her like this. I want to be around for her. I want to be her mom again.”
“She will be here when you get back.” I smile at her.
Her eyes fill again. She hangs her head and looks at her hand. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“I will send you to rehab. The best one in Texas. When you get out of the program, I will bring you to Alisha, but only if you do the program.”
She looks up at me in utter shock. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Alisha wants her mom,” I tell her straight out. “Vin, get a prospect to take her to the center for me? I have work to do. Tell Chrystal where I want her sent and that I’m taking care of it.”
He nods and walks out.
Remembering I took a recent picture of Alisha, I take my phone out of my pocket and go to the image. I hand her mom the phone, and she gasps, one hand going to her mouth.
As she studies the image, she says, “She’s so beautiful.”
“Yes, she is.” I flip to another image of me and Alisha. I’m kissing her forehead, her eyes are closed, and she has a content smile on her face.
“Thank you again,” she says. “I don’t know how I will ever repay you—”
“Thank me by getting healthy for her.”
She grins at me and nods excitedly. “I want my baby girl back.”
“Angel, behave tonight, okay? You will be assigned to a prospect who will make sure you are safe. If you want to leave at any time, call me and I will come get you.” Jordan is giving me a speech
on safety, how I shouldn’t leave my drink lying anywhere where someone can put something in it, and all of this other stuff.
For his sanity and mine, I decided to just wear white, tight skinny jeans and a tight, black V-neck shirt that settles on my curves.
“I will be safe. I promise.” I rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him fully on the mouth.
“Come on!”
The front door slams open. I turn around and see Kayla, Jean, Chrystal, Myra, and the woman Butch followed out of the restaurant. I walk away from Jordan and over to the girls.
Chrystal grabs my hand and looks over at the girl from the restaurant. “This is Shaylin.”
I smile at her. “I’m Alisha. Nice to meet you.”
She smiles back, steps forward, and pulls me into a hug. “Nice to meet you,” she says squeezing me. She lets go and steps back.
“I’m guessing you’re with Butch now?” I can’t help but ask.
To my utter shock, she bursts out laughing, holding her stomach, her head thrown back. My eyes widen, and I look at the others. They are now laughing too. Am I missing something?
She quits laughing and wipes under her eyes. “Lane is my brother. I would have approached you all at the restaurant the other day, but he told me not to.” She stops and smiles a wicked grin. “As for Butch, he’s been stalking my ass since then. He sleeps on my porch. He follows me to my bakery. He sits at the seat closest to the door. He never says a word. Ever.” She looks behind her, out the front door. “Like now, I bet he’s at the front of Techy’s gate, waiting on me.”
We all look out the door, and what do you know—there’s Butch. I burst out laughing and look over at Jordan, who’s doing the same. How can we not? It’s such a crazy Butch thing that you can’t not laugh.
“Girl, you’re so in trouble!” Jean taunts before cackling.
I nod because she is so screwed. At any minute, Butch is going to claim her because there’s no other way a man like Butch will go about it.
“Come on! Let’s go!” Myra yells and walks out the front door.
Turning to Jordan, I say, “Bye. Love you,” and he smiles.
Parked in the driveway is the huge-ass Hummer the kids were riding in the other day. Jordan told me all about it. That thing is made to withstand everything: bullets, explosions, you name it. Everything.
Climbing up the steps, I look inside. There are three rows of back seats. It’s so much bigger than I thought it would be. I’m sitting in the row closest to the driver’s and passenger’s seats, which both have prospects in them. In the main back, there are two more prospects. Locke isn’t a prospect, but he is following on his bike.
The Hummer starts up and we’re off. When we drive out of the gate, I get a closer look at Butch. He’s staring at the window behind me—Shaylin is sitting behind me. Grinning, I look at Jean who is beside me, and she is grinning too. She saw the same thing I did.
Two motorcycles start up, and I can hear them moving up close fast. Butch is riding right beside Shaylin, and Locke is in the middle on the other side.
Shaylin looks out the window and then looks at all of us. “Told you.”
I laugh and shake my head. Kayla laughs along with me. Kayla met her man a couple of months ago, and now, she’s pregnant. Her man, Torch, rescued her from being kidnapped. He took her home with him—well, kidnapped her because she didn’t want to go. I can’t imagine how it is for her, being blind. Now, she’s pregnant and married. These men move fast. That’s all I have to say.
“I give it a week before his patch is on her back!” Jean yells through the Hummer.
I shake my head. “I give it four days.” I hold up four fingers, and everyone laughs, including Shaylin.
Shaylin grins out the window at Butch, waving her hand. Butch jerks his chin in her direction like the total badass he is.
She looks at me and then at the rest of the girls. “Is it bad that I can’t wait?”
We arrive at the strip club. Yes, it’s a freaking strip club for women, with men shaking their junk everywhere. Do these women not understand the kind of men we have? Techy will have a shit-fit! Seriously! But I go along for the ride. I do like to see him go all alpha, after all.
“We all know that our men are going to die, throw a fit, but that’s the fun part! We get thrown over their shoulder and fucked into next week!” Jean shrills in blunt honestly.
All of the girls burst out laughing, including me, and we all file out of the Hummer using the steps. It’s dangerous because of the heels these girls are wearing. I attempted heels once and fell straight on my face. Jordan caught me and threw them out. To say I was pissed is an understatement.
We walk together toward the entrance with our bodyguards. Locke has that scary vibe going on. He’s walking behind us, and the others are beside us.
Butch thunders up to us and walks directly in front of Shaylin. “Can’t go. Mine.” He bends down, throws her over his shoulder, and stalks away with her.
She presses her hands on his back and looks up. She winks, grins, and waves at us.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
Beside me Myra’s eyes are wide and she looks at me in shock.
“Well, fuck me! I know I lost now!” Jean cries, turns on her heel, and struts her ass into the strip club. She’s pregnant too, but none of us are going to drink. They just want to make their men mad.
Pure genius if you ask me, because the more I think about it, the more I like the idea.
“Don’t worry too much, girl. Our men own the club,” Chrystal says and walks inside the building. “Get us some nonalcoholic drinks prospect!” she orders.
He runs off. Locke is looking at the ceiling like he’s dying. Well, I guess this wouldn’t be fun for a man.
“I’m going to go pay one of the strippers to give him a lap dance,” Myra whispers to me.
I giggle, grabbing her forearm so I can whisper in her ear, “Oh my God! Do it.”
“If you do that shit, I’m calling your men now and then you won’t have any fucking fun,” Locke growls, ruining the whole thing.
Without thinking, I raise both of my hands and flip him off. I look at my hands and then to Locke.
Did I just do that?
I let my hands drop and wipe them on the back of my jeans. Locke chuckles, and all of us girls sit by the stage so we can get the full view.
“You and Jordan done it yet?”
I startle at the sudden question from Jean. One by one, each woman peers around the other to look at me. Blushing, I nod. They all start screaming, and Jean shakes me.
“Fuck this shit. Never doing it again,” Locke mutters to himself.
“Was it good?” Myra whisper-yells.
I blush deeper because it was good. Jordan was freaking amazing.
“Really good,” I express.
Jean sits back in her seat and draws out, “Ohhh! I knew Techy would be good!”
“How many times did you come?” Jean asks again, and everyone scoots closer to me.
Clearing my throat, I brush my hair from my face. I look behind me at Locke to make sure he’s not looking, and he arches an eyebrow at me. He sighs and puts his hands over his ears.
“Once before and then again during. He’s really big, so no way could I do anything right after.”
Chrystal squeals and scoots even closer. “How big?”
“Almost ten inches and really big around.”
Every single one of them winces.
“Yep.” I pop the P at the end.
“No wonder you’re walking funny!” Jean yells way too loudly.
“Quiet, bitch!” Kayla smacks Jean, and I want to hug her for that.
“All of our men are abnormally large, but losing your V -card to a man that large? I don’t want to think about it.” Chrystal cringes.
It was painful, but through that pain, there was pleasure, and I came really hard. The pain was just a small bit of it. So much more happened during that moment. I had never felt more connected
to someone in my entire life.
I have to admit I do miss Jordan. This is my first time going out without him, but I do know that this time with the girls was much-needed.
“Ladiesss! You ready to get the night started?” A man runs up onto the stage with a microphone in his hand.
There is a loud roar of, “YES!” by all the women in the club. Looking behind me, I see a lot of women. I didn’t notice that so many had shown up after us. The place is packed from wall to wall.
The lights on the stage dim until I can only see shadows on the stage. Six men line up on the stage, and then a song comes on and the lights reveal the men. They are all shirtless, wearing cowboy chaps and hats.
“Woo, baby!” Jean yells, and one of them flashes her a grin.
They all start dancing, grinding to the music, and humping the air and the floor. One even fake-fucks a woman, making love to a chair.
I don’t know what to think, but I do laugh.
“This is lame considering what we have at home waiting for us.” Jean flips her hair over her shoulder and rolls her eyes.
I have to agree. Jordan is a ten, and these men are sixes on a good day. We may be biased, but they are too pretty for us. We like them tattooed and with that bad-boy vibe.
The men jump off the stage, and I jump back in pure shock. One lands directly in front of me and acts like he’s going to thrust his hips in my face. I push with my feet and bend my chair back. I put my hands on my face. I look at Locke, and he is pulling me back away from the man.
“Leave me alone,” I tell him sternly, hoping he will move on to another woman who wants it. I have a man at home, and he would kill this man.
He grabs my hands and pulls them away from my face. I look at the stripper and he lets my hands go, but then he props a hip on my chair and grabs the back of my head. Then I notice his dick and his balls sticking out of the side of his G string.
Hell no.
I grab his balls and twist them. He drops just like that. He cries out and rolls around.