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The sweet-butts at the club were thinner with bones protruding. But Claire had it going on with thick thighs and a full belly that was shown whenever she’d lift her arms.
He just had to think about her and she made him hard, made him want to just fuck her in front of everyone. He didn’t give a shit who saw him take her, because then they’d know she was his.
Hell, they’d been exhibitionists when they’d been deep in each other, all about the other. It had been hot as hell doing it in the hallway right where anyone could see. And being voyeuristic with her, watching as someone fucked, turned them both on so much.
“Come on, Big. Let me see what everyone talks about.” The sweet-butt he’d shoved off him earlier came at him again, her hands trying to grab for his cock. She was drunk, that was clear, but trashed or not, when Big said fuck off, he meant it.
“You dumb or something or just too drunk to know to back off when a biker says get lost.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. He pushed her off again with enough force she stumbled back and landed in Dealer’s lap.
The patch grinned and held on to her. Dealer pulled her shirt down, exposed her fake tits, causing the woman to giggle and thrust them out. He started licking them.
Big turned his focus away from that scene and looked at Claire again.
Once the party died down, if it even did knowing how the guys liked to get down with booze, alcohol, and pussy, Big was going to pull Claire aside and talk to her. No way was he going to fuck this up again.
This was his second chance. He’d take down that little bastard who hurt her, and then he’d tell Claire she was his and wouldn’t be running from him again.
This was where she belonged. She was meant to be his and his alone.
9
The scene before Claire wasn’t a surprising one. In fact, she’d partied just as hard as any of these guys back in the day. What she hated seeing was one of the sweet-butts touching Big’s chest. But what she loathed even more was that she allowed herself to care.
A smile curved her lips on its own when he pushed the club pussy away, but she quickly wiped the grin and any pleasure from her, because she needed to focus on forgetting the mess she’d gotten herself into and involved the club with. She and Big hadn’t even spoken in the two days since she’d been here, and she didn’t know how that first encounter would go.
There was a woman behind the bar next to Ash serving drinks, but she didn’t look like a sweet-butt with her tits and ass hanging out, and she wasn’t one Claire had seen before. She was good with the glasses and bottle throw, twirling it in her hand and pouring the drinks efficiently and with style. Ash grinned at the woman, clearly having a good time with it all.
“Who’s that?” Claire asked Mayhem. Her brother had his back to Claire speaking with Dirty, but he looked over his shoulder at Claire and then toward the bar.
“What?”
Claire tipped her chin toward the bar. “Her? Who’s she?” Just then, someone changed the classic rock to Britney Spears. A bunch of the guys in the club started groaning in disappointment and cursing.
“Who was the fucker that changed it to this shit?” Shorty hollered out.
The bartender grinned widely and hopped up on the bar, surprising the hell out of Claire when she started dancing for everyone. She wore these tan leather pant, tight enough they looked like a second skin.
Her shoulder length platinum blonde hair had these wild, red tips at the ends, and Claire could see the glint of a navel ring. Not only that, it seemed this woman had her nose, eyebrow, and her ears pierced.
Wonder what else she has holes through that isn’t on display.
“That’s Butters,” Mayhem said, looking at the woman for a second and then turned back around and faced Dirty to finish his conversation. It was like watching a scene from Coyote Ugly, and Claire couldn’t look away, was almost transfixed by it.
She walked toward the bar, about to get drunk because that sounded better than thinking about Big, about everything going on, and then, of course, the club whore grinding on Big.
When Claire was up at the bar, she gestured for Ash. It took a moment because he was busy looking at Butters ass, but he finally grabbed her a beer without her telling him what she wanted. It wouldn’t have mattered what she drank at the moment, because she didn’t plan on stopping until her face hit the mattress and she blacked out.
That sounded like a smart plan.
