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like to fuck a black chick with ginger root. He’s so bizarre!”
“Cindy, it’s his business what he does with his dick, not the club.” Kevin got up from the side of the bed. He was beyond sick and tired of hearing her insult the club and his brothers.
“Kevin, you know he sure as hell can’t take her with him anywhere! You know he’s not going to ride her around on the back of his bike!”
Kevin shook his head. “I’m pretty sure he already has. Look, I’ll take you home. It’s probably safe now.” He’d decided shortly after he brought her to the clubhouse that he needed to let go. What’s done is done . He’d always care about her, but there was no way she was going to stop nagging about him being a Hells Viper. He needed a woman who would accept everything about him. The Hells Vipers were his family, which Cindy took pot shots at every chance she got. No pussy was worth that headache.
She nodded. “Are you hungry? You want me to make you something? You can take me home later.” Most of her wanted to leave, but a small part of her didn’t. This was it for them, and they both knew it.
“Alright,” he said dryly. “I’m going to shower first.”
As she walked by him, he caught her arm. “You need to stop hating on Nuke and Jasmine.”
“I’m not!”
“Cindy, yes you are! You’re jealous, and jealousy can eat you alive.”
Chapter Six
Jasmine and Nuke
In the kitchen as Nuke flipped through channels after they’d watched their third zombie movie of the night, Jasmine stripped down to her bra and panties. She hoped he liked her new lingerie. She’d gone to the mall earlier and spent more money on two different pairs of bras and panties than she intended to. She wasn’t sure whether he’d like her in the pale pink, lacy undergarments. You never know with Nuke, she’d thought to herself. But still, she liked doing what she could to please him. She casually walked back into the living room and handed Nuke his beer.
“You trying to hint at something?” he said without any inflection in his voice.
“Maybe,” she shyly replied.
Nuke glanced at her and then back to the television. He grunted. Then he spoke one word. “Sit!” he commanded.
His tone made her instantly wet. She moved to sit next to him, but he casually pointed to the floor. Her breathing sped up as she knelt down onto her knees at his feet.
“No, get on all fours.”
Jasmine got up onto her knees, placing her hands on the carpet. She was bursting with anticipation of what he’d do to her next. Nuke said nothing more, focusing his attention on the television and sipping his beer.
After thirty minutes, she began to fidget as her arms, knees and back grew weary.
“Stop moving!” Nuke ordered as he got up from the sofa and walked back into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed another beer.
She heard his heavy boots walking around in the kitchen, down the hallway and then back into the living room. “Tell me what you did wrong!”
“I don’t know,” she replied quietly. She couldn’t tell if this was part of a game or if he was really serious.
“Think!”
Jasmine racked her brain going over their evening together. “I don’t know, really. What did I do wrong?”
He made another guttural sound. “You’re not a slut; don’t act like one. I didn’t tell you to take your clothes off. If I wanted a fucking whore, I’d go the clubhouse and stick my dick in one of them bitches.”
Jasmine said nothing for a few moments. Dealing with Nuke, she always felt off balance. Just when she thought she knew what he wanted, he’d change, or so it seemed to her. She felt the burning in her eyes as she fought the need to cry. She didn’t know how to keep someone like Nuke interested. Sooner or later, he’d get tired of her and move on to the next woman, if he hadn’t already. Her ex would have loved her new lingerie. Hell, most men would have, but Nuke wasn’t like most men.
“I wasn’t
“Cindy, it’s his business what he does with his dick, not the club.” Kevin got up from the side of the bed. He was beyond sick and tired of hearing her insult the club and his brothers.
“Kevin, you know he sure as hell can’t take her with him anywhere! You know he’s not going to ride her around on the back of his bike!”
Kevin shook his head. “I’m pretty sure he already has. Look, I’ll take you home. It’s probably safe now.” He’d decided shortly after he brought her to the clubhouse that he needed to let go. What’s done is done . He’d always care about her, but there was no way she was going to stop nagging about him being a Hells Viper. He needed a woman who would accept everything about him. The Hells Vipers were his family, which Cindy took pot shots at every chance she got. No pussy was worth that headache.
She nodded. “Are you hungry? You want me to make you something? You can take me home later.” Most of her wanted to leave, but a small part of her didn’t. This was it for them, and they both knew it.
“Alright,” he said dryly. “I’m going to shower first.”
As she walked by him, he caught her arm. “You need to stop hating on Nuke and Jasmine.”
“I’m not!”
“Cindy, yes you are! You’re jealous, and jealousy can eat you alive.”
Chapter Six
Jasmine and Nuke
In the kitchen as Nuke flipped through channels after they’d watched their third zombie movie of the night, Jasmine stripped down to her bra and panties. She hoped he liked her new lingerie. She’d gone to the mall earlier and spent more money on two different pairs of bras and panties than she intended to. She wasn’t sure whether he’d like her in the pale pink, lacy undergarments. You never know with Nuke, she’d thought to herself. But still, she liked doing what she could to please him. She casually walked back into the living room and handed Nuke his beer.
“You trying to hint at something?” he said without any inflection in his voice.
“Maybe,” she shyly replied.
Nuke glanced at her and then back to the television. He grunted. Then he spoke one word. “Sit!” he commanded.
His tone made her instantly wet. She moved to sit next to him, but he casually pointed to the floor. Her breathing sped up as she knelt down onto her knees at his feet.
“No, get on all fours.”
Jasmine got up onto her knees, placing her hands on the carpet. She was bursting with anticipation of what he’d do to her next. Nuke said nothing more, focusing his attention on the television and sipping his beer.
After thirty minutes, she began to fidget as her arms, knees and back grew weary.
“Stop moving!” Nuke ordered as he got up from the sofa and walked back into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed another beer.
She heard his heavy boots walking around in the kitchen, down the hallway and then back into the living room. “Tell me what you did wrong!”
“I don’t know,” she replied quietly. She couldn’t tell if this was part of a game or if he was really serious.
“Think!”
Jasmine racked her brain going over their evening together. “I don’t know, really. What did I do wrong?”
He made another guttural sound. “You’re not a slut; don’t act like one. I didn’t tell you to take your clothes off. If I wanted a fucking whore, I’d go the clubhouse and stick my dick in one of them bitches.”
Jasmine said nothing for a few moments. Dealing with Nuke, she always felt off balance. Just when she thought she knew what he wanted, he’d change, or so it seemed to her. She felt the burning in her eyes as she fought the need to cry. She didn’t know how to keep someone like Nuke interested. Sooner or later, he’d get tired of her and move on to the next woman, if he hadn’t already. Her ex would have loved her new lingerie. Hell, most men would have, but Nuke wasn’t like most men.
“I wasn’t
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