Winger (Book 4): Corrupted Saints MC Page 5

“Damn, I guess I won’t be going out to eat.”

  “Yes you will, come on, you can borrow one of my shirts.”

  “No, it’s okay. I don’t have to.”

  “Yes, you will and that’s final.”

  “Fine.” I won’t lie, it will feel good to take this bloody shirt off, and now that I know it’s covered in blood it bothers me. It’s funny how the mind works.

  “Come on.” He holds his hand out to me. I look down at it.

  “I’m not going to bite.”

  I place my hand in is. “Fine.” I won’t lie, his hand feels good. This is crazy, he is a stranger, and not just a stranger but one that gets on my nerves. I need to say bye to Charlotte.

  “Charlotte!” I yell out. She is literally right there, I didn’t notice her there. She has a huge smile on her face.

  “Why are you smiling like that? It’s creepy,” I ask. She has a super creepy smile on her face.

  “No reason. You guys heading out?” She looks down at our hands. Winger notices her looking too but he doesn’t let go, only squeezes harder. I look up at him.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna get her a clean shirt and we’re going to get some food. You want anything?” Winger says.

  “No, Breaker is coming in a little to bring me some clean clothes and food.” She pulls at her shirt. “You guys enjoy.” Why does she have the biggest grin on her face? Nothing is going to happen between Winger and me.

  “Get that grin off your face Charlotte. I know what you’re thinking. Nothing is going to happen,” I say as we walk out.

  “We will see about that!” she yells back at me. She thinks Winger and I are going to somehow end up together. She told me before because then I would be here all the time with her. I won’t lie, he’s a fucking gorgeous man. He has a mouth on him, but nothing I can’t handle.

  Chapter 7

  Winger

  I don’t know what I was thinking when I offered my hand. It felt natural, and I didn’t wanna to take it away once I realized what I had done. The antibiotics she gave me must be working a toll on me. I’m not an affectionate, clingy, hold your hands type of guy. It has to be the meds talking.

  “You know you can let go of my hand now,” Sam says as we are walking towards my room in the clubhouse. I’m going to get her a clean shirt.

  I release her hand to grab for the doorknob of my room. “You can have a seat if you would like. I’m gonna grab you a shirt.” She takes a seat on my bed. I move to my closet and grab her a clean Corrupted Saints T-shirt.

  “Here you go.” I look at her on the bed and notice her looking at the condom wrapper and pair of women’s lingerie on the floor. I don’t remember where those came from. They don’t look familiar. I usually wouldn’t give a shit, but her seeing it kind of bothers me.

  “Thank you.”

  “I’m going to step out so you can change, or I can stay if you need some help,” I say with a big shit-eating grin on my face.

  “I think I can manage. I see you have experience with taking off bras, though.” She points to the bra on the floor.

  “That’s not the only thing I have experience in.” I smirk again. “Come out when you’re done, I’ll be outside.” I step outside of the room and wait for her to finish getting dressed.

  While I’m waiting a club whore approaches me. This one is particularly clingy, she is always asking me to fuck her. She is a big ass junkie, and I thought we got rid of her to be frank. We hadn’t seen her in a while, I guess she started coming around again.

  “Hey Winger honey, how’s it going? You lookin for some lovin,” she says rubbing up and down my chest towards my dick. I stop her hand before she gets there.

  “I’ve already told you before Jen, I’m not interested.” She looks cracked out on something, definitely not my type. This chick is crazy, she is so clingy, always touching on me. I try to not be mean to the club whores because they keep the brothers entertained, but this one gets on my last nerve. I know some of the other brothers fuck her even though she is a junkie, but that’s not me. I’ve even offered to get her help, but she refuses and still comes back and always tries to grab my cock.

  “You always tell me you’re not interested and then go fuck another bitch.” She moves closer to my ear. “I’m dying to suck a cock, and I hear you have a nice juicy one I could have some fun on.” I wouldn’t let this bitch touch my dick with a ten-foot pole. She looks like she was attractive once, but the drugs have done a number on her.

  I’m about to open my mouth and tell her to get lost when the door to my room opens up.

  “Hey Winger baby, are you ready for round 3?” Sam walks out looking disheveled in just my t-shirt which hits her mid-thigh. Holy shit, she’s hot, what the fuck?

  “Who are you bitch?” the club whore asks.

  “I should ask you that question, you have your hands all over my man. You wanna step back and find another dick to get your junkie ass off on?” The club whore junkie’s mouth drops.

  “You going to let her talk to me like that Winger,” the club bitch says.

  “Hey, what the lady says goes,” I reply back. I’m holding back my laugh. I’ve never met someone that literally takes the words out of my mouth. This girl is something else. For once in my life I don’t want to get rid of a bitch fast, and for once in my life I could see a girl becoming a good friend.

  “Fine. I don’t need this shit. Call me if you wanna have some fun with someone who isn’t a fat bitch.”

  That comment brings out my protective instincts, and I barely know Sam. I’m about to say something but Sam beats me to it again. “I may be a fat bitch but Winger likes it. Isn’t that right baby?” Sam leans up to my neck and nuzzles it and leans towards my ear and whispers, “Grab my ass and don’t enjoy it.” I grab her ass.

  “Oh yeah, always a nice handful,” I say. It is a nice handful, like it was made perfectly for my hands.

  “Fuck the both of you!” she yells as she walks away.

  “What the fuck Sam?” I ask her as I look down at her. My hand is no longer grabbing her ass but on the small of her back.

  “I could hear her from inside your room. I was dying when she said she wanted your juicy cock.” Sam is smiling and laughing.

  I laugh with her. “I appreciate you helping me out, but now you got me all riled up. Damn girl, why are you hiding this body under those clothes.” My cock is starting to mast.

  She steps back looking deflated a little. “Can we get some food now?”

  “What the fuck is going on over here?” It’s Breaker.

  “Nothing Breaker, I was helping this giant over here get rid of a junkie that was clinging to him.” She walks back into the room.

  “Nothing is going on Pres, I had Jen the junkie all over me. I didn’t know Sam was going to do that. She came out like that and shocked the hell out of me before I could do or say anything.”

  “Watch it brother. Don’t do anything to fuck up the restaurant.” He walks away.

  Sam comes back out of my bedroom, fully dressed in my shirt with pants this time.

  “I’m ready to go now,” she says. She acts like nothing happened.

  I am confused as hell. This girl is making my mind spin. What the fuck is going on in that head of hers? We walk out to the front of the clubhouse in silence. All the brothers and club whores are looking at us as we walk together. I open up the front door for her.

  I walk over to my bike.

  “Ugh, I don’t think so buddy,” Sam says.

  “What do you mean?” I ask confused.

  “I’m not getting on the back with you and you’re not to ride anything, you’re going to bust your stitches again.” I smile. She thought I was going to let her ride on the back with me.

  I reach into the bag on my bike and grab my cage’s keys. I hold them up and smile at her.

  “Don’t worry baby, no b...” I’m about to say bitches but change my mind quick. “No women allowed on the
back of my bike. That spot is reserved for my old lady if she even exists.”

  “You guys take this old lady business serious, don’t you?”

  “Serious as a heart attack. Come on, my cage is over here.” My cage is a Range Rover I had decked out a while back. Black on black with tinted windows. I walk her over to my car and open up the door for her. “Come on, get in. I’m hungry.”

  “Thank you,” she says as she gets in. I move around to my side of the car and hop in.

  “Seat belt please,” I say to her as I buckle myself in.

  We spend the next ten minutes driving down to the strip club. The Corrupted Saints opened up this place not too long ago. It was one of the first businesses we opened up on the legal side of the law.

  Sam breaks the silence. “What’s going to happen with the guys who shot at Leah and you?”

  “What do you mean?” She shouldn’t be asking questions like this.

  “Well, are you guys going to find them and do something about it?” She looks at me.

  “You don’t need to worry your little head about it.” I’m not going to talk MC business with her. What she doesn’t know is that we had emergency church while she and Charlotte were working on Leah. Rock was able to find photos of the guys that shot at us from our outdoor cameras. He is also working on tracing where the microphones were transmitting out to. The bikers were definitely Lucifer’s Apostles, we think they were hoping to kill Leah so she wouldn’t talk. They were too late on that one, though. We decided to do our run a little earlier while we have some fellow chapters in town.

  “Fine. I get it, I won’t ask any questions, I didn’t see anything,” she pouts.

  “I knew you were smart.” I pull up in front of the club and park my Range. “We are here.”

  “Very nice. Is this a strip club just for bikers?” she asks.

  “Nah, we get all kind of guys through here. You’re probably going to see a lot of different bikers in here just because we own the joint and it’s safe for them.” She opens her door and gets out. She looks damn good wearing my shirt. I purposely picked that shirt so that no one fucks with her in here.

  “Let’s go inside. I’m starved.”

  “Me too,” she says. We both walk into the strip club. I’m immediately greeted by the bartender and a few other brothers in the club and talk to them momentarily. I turn to my side to introduce Sam and she is gone.

  “Where in the fuck?” I look around me.

  “Look to your right brother,” the bartender Dean says to me. I look to my right and Sam is sitting on a couch with a stripper dancing above her. There are a few other Corrupted Saint’s in there. No leadership, just normal brothers. They are watching her. I make my way to her. The brothers all greet me.

  “Winger, who’s your lady friend here?” It’s Dan, one of our brothers. He is looking at her with thirsty eyes.

  “She is Pres’s old lady’s best friend. She is working on the restaurant. No fucking with her, you got it.” They all nod their heads. They wouldn’t dare not listen. I take a seat right next to Sam. I raise my hand to call over a waitress. She comes right over.

  “Hey Winger baby, what can I get for ya?”

  “Hey Jane, can we get a couple cheeseburgers, fries and two beers for the lady and I?”

  “No problem, sugar. Will that be all?”

  “That’s it hun.” I toss her a hundred. “How’s the little man doing?” I ask her. Sam is watching me talk with the stripper.

  “He is good. Super smart and he is loving the new house.”

  Sam cuts in, “You have a son?”

  “Yeah,” Jane says.

  “How old is he?” Sam asks.

  “He is 3 years old,” Jane says with pride.

  “That’s such a fun age for kids to be. I bet he is a blast to be with.”

  “He sure is. Are you Winger’s lady friend?”

  Sam laughs. “I would say we are acquainted. I’m actually Charlotte’s best friend from school. I’m working on the restaurant for them.”

  “Oh, you’re the designer everyone has been talking about. A few of the brothers came in earlier for a drink talking about how awesome your work is.”

  “I’m alright at what I do.” Sam gets a little shy.

  “I’m sure if they are protecting you like they are, you must be great.”

  “Thanks.” Sam smiles.

  “She is great, your socks are gonna be knocked off once you see what she creates with the restaurant,” I say.

  “I can’t wait. I’ll be right back with your food. Anything else but the beer and cheeseburgers?”

  “I’m fine with that. I’ve heard they are great from this hulk over here.” Sam points to me and smiles.

  “They are pretty fucking awesome. Jane’s husband works the grill back there.”

  “Yeah, my husband makes some great food. A lot of people come in here for just the burgers and end up staying for the women.” She walks away laughing.

  I lean back on the half-moon couch we are on and put my arm behind her unconsciously. There is a table right in the center. Sam is sitting between myself and Dan.

  “So Sam, do you have a boyfriend back home where you are from?” Dan asks.

  “Nope,” she says not paying him too much attention.

  Sam turns to me. “I’m so excited to eat. Thanks for bringing me here.”

  “No problem, hun. Do you want me to take you back to your hotel after this?”

  “Uh, I’m not staying at a hotel, but yeah if you could take me back to my place after this I’d appreciate it. I’d like a hot shower and maybe a quick nap if I can catch one.” She leans back and watches one of the strippers dancing.

  Jane finally comes back with our cheeseburgers and beer. “Here you folks go. Enjoy.”

  “Thank you,” Sam says and I nod to her.

  Sam takes a bite of the burgers and starts moaning again like she did at Liz’s. “Errhmagosh this is the best fucking burger. You weren’t lying.”

  “I’m glad.” I dig into my burger, it’s motherfucking delicious.

  “Hot damn, I wish I was that burger,” Dan says.

  “Sorry, you’re not my type,” Sam says.

  “And what is your type?” I ask.

  “This nice, thick, juicy burger,” she says smirking while she licks the burger then scarfs it down. I can’t help but laugh. Dan looks both turned on and offended.

  “Do you want anything else?” I ask her.

  “A shower and my warm bed.”

  “I already paid the bill, you let me know when you want to leave.” Her eyes look extremely tired. Another 15 minutes pass of her picking on her fries, Dan making passes at her and her looking at the dancers.

  She stands up. “I’m ready to go.”

  “Alright then, let’s go.” We walk out to my car, I open the door for her and we both get in.

  “You’re staying at the hotel in town, right?” I ask her.

  “No. I rented a house.” She gives me directions, and she is staying pretty damn close to my house. She rented the old Johnson house. It’s a cute little cottage.

  “You’re staying right near me. You could walk to my house from where you are staying.”

  “Really?” she says through a yawn.

  “Yeah. We are gonna pass by my house on the way to yours.” We drive in silence. I look to my right and sure enough she fell asleep. I’ve never been around a woman so much and not fucked her. This girl is doing something to me.

  I don’t want to wake her, so I grab the keys she placed in the cup holder. I get out of the car and lock the doors. I walk up to the front of her house and open it up. I run back to the car and pick her up bridal style. She nuzzles close to my neck, I really hope I don’t pop a stitch. She is going to be pissed. I carry her inside to the bedroom and place her gently in the bed. I brush the hair away from her face. She really is damn beautiful. I feel like she is hiding because s
he never talks about herself. She’s very guarded.

  “Sam honey, you’re home.” She stirs a little. “You’re in your bed and I’m going to lock myself out before I leave.” I am walking away when she grabs my arm.

  “Do you think you could just stay a little?” she says through groggy eyes.

  “Yeah sure, I will be out in your living room.”

  “No, I mean, here with me.”

  “Sam, I...” I’ve never stayed with a woman and not fucked, this is very intimate and I don’t do intimate.

  “Please,” she says more wide eyed.

  I don’t know what made me do it but I say, “Yes.”

  She slides over to make room for me. “Thank you, Winger.” She falls back asleep.

  She is laying on her side and I am laying on my back. I’m trying to think all the shit I need to do for the run and for retaliation towards those fucks for hitting us, but I can’t. Sam has moved over to me and is snuggling up to my side. Her shirt which is actually mine has moved up a little on her stomach and lower back area and I can’t help but notice that she has major bruises on her body.

  “What the fuck?” I say really loud. She jumps up very alert.

  “What’s going on?” She seems very alert and ready to fight.

  “Sam, what are those bruises on your body?”

  “What bruises?” she says grabbing her shirt.

  “You know very damn well what I am talking about. Your shirt rolled up when you were sleeping. Who did that to you?”

  “Don’t worry about it, they won’t be doing it again.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “It means that my asshole ex would hit me.”

  “Are you kidding me right now?”

  “No, I’m not kidding you. Why do you even care?” she says.

  I move closer to her. “I care because you are getting under my fucking skin. I’ve never wanted to be around a woman as long as I have been around you, and I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman as much as I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

  She looks shocked. What the fuck am I saying? I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman period. I don’t kiss.

  She takes a step closer to me. “What are you waiting for then? I am right here.”