been this way each night, lost in our own thoughts. The brothers haven’t said anything about my late-night excursions just yet, but I know it’s coming. I can see it in their eyes when they watch me leave at night. They have questions, and no doubt some of them are about why I’m always carting Cindy along with me.
“Hey, Prez,” Blow calls through my bedroom door. “Ma’s here.” I scrub my hand down my face, crawling from bed. I’ve been sleeping later than usual since I’ve been staying out all night. My body’s not used to it, and it’s fucking up the business schedule I normally keep. Something has to give. Alice either needs to be out of my life, or more permanently in it by coming around the clubhouse. This past week with her has felt like a vacation of sorts. I’ve been shucking off my responsibilities to get my dick wet. A president can’t do that or the club will fall to shit, and I pledged myself to this MC and my brothers to not ever allow that to happen.
“All right,” I call back with a grumble when Blow bangs on my door again. “Fucker…” I gripe, yanking on some clothes and my boots. I quickly brush my teeth, all the while thinking about the jug of black coffee I intend to drink as soon as possible. I toss a glance at my alarm clock, noticing it’s two p.m. Definitely living the night life. This is Plague and Manic’s MO with all their partying and fucking off, not mine.
I head for the bar. There better be some strong coffee brewed or I’m liable to throat punch whichever prospect I find first. My ma’s sitting at the bar, shooting the shit with Whiskey while he shoves chocolate chip cookies into his mouth like a starved bastard. She always shows up, bringing shit she’s baked for us. The guys love it.
“Hey, Ma,” I greet, leaning into her hug. I place a kiss on her forehead.
“Hey, baby,” she says, offering me a smile. “You all right?”
I nod, as Whiskey huffs and shakes his head.
My mom glances between us, zeroing in on me. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, or do you want me to find out for myself?” she threatens.
I pour coffee into the largest cup I can find with a sigh. “I’m fine, just overslept.” I bring the steaming beverage with me to take the seat next to her.
Whiskey coughs out a “Bullshit.”
I shoot him a glare, before offering my mom an innocent smile. It’s gotten me out of so much shit in the past. She’d go soft on me when she was trying to discipline me and I knew I was in the clear. At least, until my pops found out, then he’d be through to whip my ass for whatever reason. “Whiskey’s getting you stirred up for nothing.” I know better than to tell her I’ve been only seeing one woman.
“Mmhm,” he grunts. “I’m not stirring shit up. That little senorita you’ve been sneaking out for at night is the one stirring you up, brother.”
“Fucking narc,” I complain.
Whiskey offers me a shit eating grin in response, knowing that Ma will latch onto that bit and not let it go. He shrugs, not put out in the slightest. “Her cookies are too good.”
“Selling me out for sugar,” I gripe, taking a sip of coffee. The warmth and strong flavor explodes over my tongue. It’s the best thing in the morning aside from a wet pussy.
“Oh, baby!” She draws the word out with excitement. “My boy finally has a girlfriend?”
Don’t let her fool ya. She plays the innocent lady well, but’s been around this life with my pop. She knows damn well I don’t do girlfriends or any of that mess. I fuck sweetbutts, as do most other MC members she’s known my entire life.
“You gonna make her your ol’ lady?” she continues, and I groan.
“It’s not like that. We’re just having fun. And before you dig your claws in, relax. I’ve only been fucking her for a little over a week.”
Her eyes light up and I shake my head. She’s like a dog with a bone. “The right woman is good for a man, Ripper, especially a president of an MC.”
Whiskey grins widely behind her. If she wasn’t staring straight at me, I’d flip his annoying ass off. He knew exactly what he was doing, getting her on my case.