Chapter 111 Fucking men!
Amber
This is insane. I laughed so hard I could not breathe as Lia threw herself at the male stViper who had just grabbed her. My friend is usually so quiet and sweet, but give her a few drinks and she turns into a little firecracker.
"Go get him! Do not let him get away with that!" I shouted.
"Whoa, there. You are a bit fierce tonight," Rockstar said to me, pulling me close. I grinned at him. God, he was beautiful. His long blond hair was tied back. His light brown eyes were shining and full of fun. I poked his cheek where his dimple was. His smile got even bigger.
"Are you drunk already, baby? You are stumbling over your words a little," he asked.
"Absolutely not," I said. At least, I did not think I was. I had only had a few shots and some beers. Okay, maybe I was a little. I loved this biker life. It was a good time, and my boyfriend was amazing in bed.
"You think I am amazing in bed?"
Oh no. I said that out loud.
"You sure did," he laughed.
"You were not supposed to hear that. Your head will get too big. But if you promise not to tell Rockstar, I will tell you a secret. I think I love him. But you can not tell him, okay?"
I turned my head, checking to make sure Rockstar was not nearby. If he knew that, he would probably end things. He would not want to be stuck in something serious, right? We have only been together a short while. I felt an arm slip around my waist and I looked up at the man it belonged to. I was staring at the best-looking face I had ever seen.
"Hey, where did you go?" I asked. Did he not say he was going to the restroom? Why was he looking at me like that?
"Amber, did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"That you think you love me?"
I gasped so loud I choked on my own breath. I coughed until my eyes watered. Rockstar patted my back and handed me his beer.
"Drink this, baby. Are you okay?"
"Who told you that? What a liar."
Rockstar began to laugh. He picked me up and I held on to him with my arms and legs. He carried me to a wall and kissed me, deep and slow. All around us people were shouting and laughing, but all I cared about was the man kissing me like he meant it. He was so good at it. I pressed myself against the hard feel of him through his jeans. We both made a low sound at the good feeling it gave us.
He stopped kissing me and I fought for air.
"Amber, did you mean it?"
"Yes," I said, the word barely a sound.
His mouth was on mine again, and then he stopped too soon.
"Will you be my Old Lady, Amber?"
I gasped again.
"Really? You do not care about my family? You know they will disown me. But I do not care. I love you," I said, crying now.
"I have you, baby. You do not need them. You and me, we have the club. They will be your family. Lia, Owen, all the other women, my brothers... they will be your family."
I let out a loud, happy shout.
"Rockstar asked me to be his Old Lady!"
It was like the whole place went quiet for a second as everyone looked at us. I saw Beast lift Lia off the stViper, who was now sleeping on the floor. She screamed, looking at me pressed against the wall by my man, my hands in the air. Then the room exploded with noise and cheers. Rockstar put me down as one biker after another came to clap him on the shoulder.
"Well, if we are sharing news, I asked Kiki to be my Old Lady. She said yes. That is why she is wearing my vest. Now all of you can stop asking me about it. The answer is yes."
More loud cheers followed. I saw a woman with brown hair clapping and smiling next to Doc. She was watching Butcher and Kiki. Doc was looking at her, chewing on his lip.
"Baby, let us go to my room. I will get your property vest."
I squealed again and did a little dance. This day began so badly, but it ended in the best way possible.
When my father came to my door this morning, he was furious. He called me terrible names because a friend of his saw me riding on a motorcycle with a "filthy biker." Those were his words. He told me to break up with Rockstar or he would cut me off from everything. I told him no.
I do not need his money. I do just fine on my own. I would have to leave my nice apartment, but that was okay. There was no way I was letting go of Rockstar. He treats me better than any man ever has.
When he first told me about the biker life, I was nervous. I only knew what I saw on TV, and I will admit I looked up a lot online about motorcycle clubs. Some of what I found made me worried, like the club girls. I asked him straight out if they sold drugs or guns. I was shocked when he said yes. But he made me feel better when he told me they did not hurt women or kids.
When he brought me to meet Catalina, Jenna, and Lia, I was so glad to find women who did not look down on me. My biggest shock was Owen. From what I read, a lot of clubs do not allow gay members, so I did not think the only gay biker here would have a partner.
Now I am one of them. I watched Rockstar walk to his closet. I know his real name is Hunter Krew. His father runs a big company. He was thrown out by his family, too.
When he was eighteen, he went to his father's office to say he got into a famous music school. He found his father with his secretary. His father tried to buy his silence with a car and money, but Hunter refused. Finally, his father said he would be disowned if he told his mother. Hunter just smiled, went home, and told her.
What he did not expect was for his mother to break down so completely she had to go to the hospital. She fell into a sadness so deep she just faded away and died. The doctors told Hunter she died from a broken heart. He blamed himself, and so did his father.
So when he was thrown out, he joined the Lords. He had seen them around, and he went up to Torque at a gas station. He said Torque looked at him like he wanted to murder him, but then just told him to come to the clubhouse. And he did. The rest is how it happened.
"Here, baby. Let me help you put this on."
He placed the property vest over my shoulders and I smiled.
"I love you, Hunter."
"I love you, Amber."
Then he kissed me before we went back to the party.
Lacy
I clapped when the redhead shouted her news, and again when the club President said he had made a woman named Kiki his Old Lady too. I was truly happy for them. I know that means everything in a club like this.
I watched a huge man pick the birthday girl up off the stViper who had grabbed her. She really went after that guy. I laughed when she jumped on him.
"She has spirit," I said to Doc.
"You would not think it meeting her sober. She is usually very gentle and kind."
"Is that right? She seems plenty strong to me."
"Oh, she is strong. That girl has lived through more than anyone should. She is a fighter."
"Say no more. I understand about fighting to get by."
"Is that so?" Doc said, looking at me with one eyebrow up.
Yes. Maybe I will tell you about it one day. That joke you played was very funny. You really paid a stViper extra to tease that man, just to make one of your brothers angry?"
"It is all in good fun. Hex is a quiet man. We think it is funny how jealous he gets. I have seen him fight men bigger than him without a sound. But when it comes to Owen, look out. Hex does not share. So yes, we like to mess with him."
I am surprised you are not out there having fun with everyone else. You do not have to stay here with me. I will be fine. You should go be with your friends, find some company for the night.
I saw his face go cold. What did I say? I do not want him to feel stuck. He can be with anyone.
"What if I do not want that? If what you are saying is true, you are having my child. I should be learning who you are. Do not you think?"
"I suppose. It would be good if we could raise the child together without fighting."
"Raise the child together," he laughed, but it was not a happy sound. "No, baby doll. There will be no 'together' like that. You will be mine. You and that baby will belong to me. I take care of what is mine."
I stared at him, shocked. "You can not just say I belong to you. We do not even know each other."
"We know enough. I know you like to come on my cock. I have been thinking about that night. It is coming back to me. I remember you on top of me, moving like you needed it, asking daddy to come inside you. So yes, baby doll. I will claim you. You will be my Old Lady, and we will raise our baby."
My mouth fell open as he spoke. Did I really call him daddy? With everything he just said, why is that the only thing I can think about?
"No! I will not be your Old Lady just because I am pregnant. And it is your baby. I will give you a DNA test, but I am not letting you decide my life because of it." I was so angry. I turned and pushed my way through the crowd. I heard him yell my name, but I did not stop. No one tells me how to live my life. In a few weeks, I will give him the test results. Then we can make a plan. But I am in charge of me. I decide. Fucking men!