The whole clubhouse is decorated for Creed and Devil’s wedding. Sheer white curtains are hanging from ceiling to floor around the walls and pink flowers in little vases are everywhere. It looks something like a cross between a biker bar and a tacky wedding chapel.
It’s been eight months since Devil arrived in our world, or should I say, took over our world. Creed has been itching to put a ring on her, and as soon as they got permission to marry so she could stay in the country, they set a date.
One I didn’t want to be here for, but Creed insisted.
I’m filthy from head to toe after being on the road for so long. My very presence in this room makes me feel even more like an outsider. Creed and I are cut from the same cloth, but lately, he seems to fit into our world better than I ever did.
Creed is a changed man.
He once ruled with an iron fist and didn’t take shit from anyone, but now his aggression is tempered. Our president seems to have lost some of his bite.
“You look like you swallowed a lemon and rolled around in dirt. Should we change your name to Dog?” Highway jokes as he heaves a case of alcohol onto the bar.
Picking up a small vase, I hold it up to him. “What is all this shit?”
Highway huffs. “You know what it is. Creed wants Devil happy.” He takes the vase off me and puts it back on the bar. “And this shit makes Devil happy.”
“Did she do these herself?”
Highway moves around the bar and picks up the case of alcohol. “Hell no. A few of the club girls and her mom helped.”
Surveying the room, I shake my head. “The clubhouse looks stupid.”
“I think it looks pretty.”
Turning around, I see Lucy. She is dressed in a long, light pink dress with spaghetti straps and a huge split up one side, showing her sexy legs.
“Pretty awful.”
Lucy waves a hand in my direction and looks past me to Highway. “Do you need any help?”
“No. I’ve got it covered.” Highway licks his lips. “You look beautiful, Lucy.”
She blushes, and it pisses me off that a compliment from Highway would have any effect on her.
“Yep, you look fuckable.” Lucy looks more than that. To me, she’s never looked prettier.
Lucy’s face twists into a scowl. “That’s the best you can do? I look fuckable?”
Highway chuffs out a laugh and disappears into the kitchen.
“Well, you do.”
“Honestly, Reaper, would it kill you to tell me I looked nice?”
Lucy’s long brown hair has blonde streaks and is styled into curls pulled up at the sides. Her nose is dusted with freckles, which, coupled with her summer tan, gives her the appearance of the quintessential girl next door—fresh, new, and yet, with a hint of something more.
“You look nice.” Rolling her eyes at me, Lucy walks down the hall toward the bedrooms. “Where are you going?”
“To help Devil.”
Catching up to her, I grab her arm. “We could fool around. I promise not to get any stains on your dress.”
Lucy wrenches her arm out of my grasp. “No, thanks.”
“Aww, come on.” Leaning in, I sing the chorus to “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.”
She holds a finger over my lips. “I used to love that song. Why did you call me Lucy?”
“Come into my room, and I’ll tell you.”
Her eyes search mine, and slowly, she shakes her head. “I want more than to be a fuck buddy.”
She’s asking for more than I can give. I was only with Lucy—when we were together—but I knew she was seeking more. A woman like her deserves better than a man like me.
“You’ve never complained before.”
One of her hands goes to her neck.
Is she remembering what I did to her? How on our last time together, I didn’t make her feel good? That I took what I wanted and left?
If I could go back and change things, I would.
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
Turning, she continues down the hall, and I let her go. My sexual tastes aren’t for the lighthearted. Maybe I pushed Lucy too hard too soon. It’s not in my nature to take things slow.
She’s been hanging around the club for over a year, closer to two. The other whores talk about me, so she had to know what she was getting into. I’m not a soft lover and never pretended to be.
For six months, Lucy and I were exclusive. It was the longest commitment I have ever experienced. However, it ended just before Creed brought Devil to the clubhouse. Creed had a soft spot for Lucy and warned me to stay away from her, declaring her off-limits. It was more of an order than a suggestion.
Did I ask him if I could pursue her again?
No.
Creed knows me. Once I’m locked in on something, it’s almost impossible to let go.
The night I lost control, she left my room in tears. I’m pretty sure Creed heard or saw her, and it wasn’t long after he told me to keep away.
Creed can see she brings out the best and worst in me. I think he’s hoping the better side will win.
“Yo, Reaper. We could use some help outside.” Justice is at the end of the hall with a box of decorations.
“Not my thing.”
He holds up the box. “Does it fucking look like it’s my thing? Creed said everyone is to help.”
“I only just got back. Where is he?”
“Outside.”
Walking past him, I leave the clubhouse and step into the back area, where we usually host most of our parties. The entire space has been adorned with decorations, and even the firepit has been meticulously cleaned. The logs surrounding the pit are covered in white material, giving it a pristine appearance.
“What the fuck?”
Justice slaps me on the back. “Yeah, who knew it could look so…” His head is to the side as he struggles to find the right word.
“Feminine?” I suggest.
“Yeah, but in a biker kind of way.”
Staring at the firepit, I say, “There are pink flowers mixed in with the logs.”
“Yep. Devil wanted it to look pretty.”
Arching an eyebrow, I shake my head. “That’s fucking stupid. They’re only going to get burned up.”
“Women, eh?”
