us. Clearly, they’d made up over our dancing thing the week before. Sounded to me like those two had a passionate relationship with lots of fighting and lots of making up. They seemed happy. It made me happy.
I decided to wander inside to see what was happening in the bar room and caught Dad and Laura making out in the hall. Dad’s right hand was full of Laura’s ass cheek and his left was on her boob.
“My eyes, my eyes!” I griped as I walked by with my hands over them.
Laura laughed, embarrassed, and my father leveled me with a ‘get lost’ look.
“Wait up. Where ya think you’re goin’, missy? Dad asked belatedly.
I spun around. “For a wander, maybe shoot a game of pool.”
“Uh uh.” He jerked his thumb back. “Get to bed, Joelle. It’s three in the mornin’. You head in there without the other girls, you’re likely to find nothin’ but trouble.”
I blew out a breath and went back the way I came, sticking my tongue out at him.
“She’s lookin’ kinda tipsy,” Laura stage-whispered.
“Yep,” Dad replied. “Hang here a minute. In case she tries to sneak back by.”
“I heard that,” I called out. “I think you two are tipsy, too.”
Laura burst out laughing. I peeked and she had her face buried in my dad’s chest. He had a smile on his face.
“I love you, Dad! I love seeing you happy,” I called out.
My dad gave me a smirk and then kissed the top of her head. She was beaming with joy, staring up at his face with love in her eyes.
“And I love you, Laura. You’re fucking amazeballs,” I bellowed.
She looked at me with surprise.
I rounded a corner and got near my assigned room but then thought about it for a second and kept going. I went to the front office instead. I still had the key in my jean skirt pocket.
I was definitely drunk and what I did next was a bad idea, though my alcohol-level would not be a real viable defense for said bad idea because I could hold my liquor pretty well for a girl my age. Still, I proceeded.
I went into the closet, where the pegboard was on the back of the door and, biting my lip, I snatched the master key for room 402.
***
“You good?” I heard as I approached 402, which was across the way from my own assigned room, 404. Yes, I’d done that on purpose.
That was Brady. He was standing at a door a few doors over.
“Yeah, you?” I replied.
“Hunky dory. Went to my old room automatically. Weird being in the guest block.”
I smiled. “You happy you moved to Aberdeen though?”
“Absolutely. No way I’d pass up being close to the Valentines if I had the choice. The whole club is my family, but you guys are my family.” He gave me a warm look.
Brady was tanked. Looked like this was a good party for all of us. I smiled.
“Nite nite, BrayBray. Love you like craycray.”
“Love you right back, Jojo.” He blew me a kiss and put the key into his door and stumbled in.
I totally loved Brady. Even though Brady blocked my second attempt to lose my virginity as well as refused my advances when I decided to give my cherry to him.
The Second Time I tried to Lose It
The second time I tried to lose my virginity was blocked a year and a half after the first attempt. I was sixteen, nearly seventeen, and I’d skipped school and came home early with a boy, a bad boy from school who wore a leather jacket, Harley tees, and called me babe. He was seventeen and told me that he wanted to prospect for an MC, and was shopping around for which one to join after high school. He acted like he wasn’t sure if the Dominion Brotherhood was the right fit for him when I suggested it. In hindsight, this made sense. He wound up prospecting for the Wyld Jackals a year later and that landed him in jail; he’s currently doing a nickel. The Wyld Jackals had plenty of prospects land themselves in jail as well as land themselves dead. Where our club may’ve given the new recruits dirty jobs, I knew we also protected the fact that they were green and inexperienced instead of using them like fall guys, which was exactly how the Jackals used them.
I had condoms (stolen from my brothers’ stash) and I was going to let the bad boy biker wannabe divest me