A Lil' Less Hopeless by Tara Oakes Read Free Book Online Page A

the bill. The sun is setting as my phone buzzes and I reach my bike.
     
    SUGAR TITS: JUST PAYING YOU BACK
    I DON'T NEED A SUGAR DADDY
     
    The thought of her calling me daddy right now is doing things to my dick. It's been less than a day since I've been inside that girl and I was aching to do it again.
     
    ME: GOOD TO KNOW
    I RIPPED UP THE CHECK
    AND KEEP CALLING ME DADDY...
    I LIKE IT
     
    I stash my phone back in my pocket and take off toward my place. I haven't been there much lately, either spending the night with Charlie at the clubhouse or crashing at her place. The lights are on when I pull up the drive, the automatic timers obviously working well.
    I quickly shower and shave, taking a little extra time to groom the southern region. Sugar likes it trimmed neat, and, man, I fucking love when she appreciates the goods. So if that means I keep it short, then it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for her kind of appreciation. It usually ends with me marveling at her lack of gag reflex.
    A little cologne, some hair gel, a hot new pair of jeans, and, a muscle shirt top off the look. It takes me a few minutes to track down the first aid kit, but I manage to find it and lather on the antibiotic ointment to my shredded knuckles.
    I grab a handful of condoms from the top drawer, shoving them in my pocket and throw my cut on, while heading out the door.
    ******
    CHARLIE
     
    Damn him. I throw my phone back into my bag and curse him under my breath. I keep trying to distance myself from him, push him away. But, somehow it always lands me in his bed. I only need him to stay close to the club, I tell myself. To do that, I shouldn't need to spend every damned night with him. Yet... that's where I find myself again and again. In his bed, or in my bed with him. He infuriates me more than I thought possible.
    The more of a bitch I am to him, the more he seems to like it. I need to rethink my strategy. But... I don't need to think about that tonight. Tonight is a girl's night. No Clink, no spying, no telling cover stories. Just the girls, some booze, a couple of strippers, some good music and a chance to dance. That neanderthal and his archaic, warped sense of chivalry can wait till tomorrow. I'm not even going to bother writing him a new check. I'll go to the bank, withdraw the cash and shove it so far up his....
    The doorbell rings just as I'm imagining what I'd like to do to that hot-ass bad boy.
    “Can you get that, Charlie?” Lil's call out from her bedroom where Sunny's busy dolling her up.
    I make my way through the gaggle of half-naked girls buzzing around tramping themselves up. The doorbell rings again. Come on! I take my aggression out on the innocent shoe in front of me and kick a stiletto out of the way.
    I swing the door open, and plaster the best “hostess with the mostest” grin on.
    Hell to the no! Two bikers stand on the porch, leaning against the railings. And who do you think is front and center. Yup. Mr. “Do as I say and like it”. I slam the door shut.
    I barely make it ten steps before I hear the door open and close behind me. I bite my lip... hard. Strong arms pull me back into a rock hard chest.
    “Good to see you too, Sugar.” He growls into my ear, his wandering hands greeting me in their own right.
    I elbow him and push myself away.
    “Why are you here?” I demand.
    He closes in on me, trapping me in a corner. One of the girls I've just met tonight, Christine, I think her name is... rolls her eyes in disgust and walks right by us holding her hands up as if we're contagious. Bitch.
    “I'm on duty tonight, Sugar,” he drawls out.
    I squint my eyes. “Then you should probably get out of here and get to work.”
    He laughs. It's not necessarily a friendly laugh. “Baby... I'm already working.”
    “I thought they were sending prospects?” We both turn to the bubbly blonde holding a red Solo cup behind us.
    Clink walks over and kisses Sunny on the cheek. “Sorry little lady... the boys are busy