“Yeah.”
“She isn’t ready for that. Reaper, you know it. Besides, she knows nothing of this life. I thought you didn’t even want an old lady.”
“I don’t need an old lady to fuck, Healer.”
“Remi doesn’t seem like a sweet-butt or a cut-slut.”
“She’s not.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“Fuck if I know. I just need a break. She’s everywhere. I can’t catch a break, and if I spank my dick one more time, I swear it will fall off.”
Laughing, Healer turned to look at me and then my crotch, “I highly doubt that, besides, it seems to be working okay to me.”
“Stop lookin’ at my dick, you sick fuck. Can’t you give me something, you know, to keep it soft?”
Healer’s eyebrows raised in shock. “You want me to give you something, so you won’t get an erection?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, that’s a first for me. Generally, the boys ask for something to keep them hard.”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“Sorry man, but what you need is a woman. A beautiful woman to suck your dick, spread her legs so you can fuck her sweet pussy and maybe her ass. Why don’t you go into town? I hear Chaos has hired three new strippers who might be able to help you. Getting away from the clubhouse will do you some good. Hell, at least have a beer, for fuck’s sake.”
“I can’t take her there!”
Healer rolled his eyes and said, “Well, it’s a good thing she won’t be going there then, will it?”
Getting to my feet, I adjusted my cock. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a shitty bedside manner?”
“Nope.”
“Well, ya do!” I shouted, stomping up the stairs.
I walked into the central part of the Clubhouse and noticed that a lot of the members were just lounging around, chewing the shit, and drinking. Some were playing pool, a few were at the bar, but the majority of them were around the fireplace, chatting it up like schoolgirls with Remi, who seemed to be holding court as if it were nothing in the world to talk to badass bikers. And those fuckers were hanging on her every fucking word as if she were some fairy godmother.
“Reaper,” Hellhound said, coming up behind me. “We need to talk.”
“What the fuck are they doing? Shouldn’t half of those fuckers be at the shop? Did all the vehicles suddenly fix themselves?”
“Not my problem. Talk to Chaos. He’s the one who makes sure everyone is behaving and doing what they need to.”
“Chaos!” I roared, halting all movement.
“Yea!” he replied from the other side of the room.
“Why the fuck is everyone sitting around like it’s Sunday brunch? It’s not fucking Christmas! Get everyone back to work.”
“Didn’t know you knew what brunch was, Reaper.”
“I know what an ass-kicking is. Wanna see?”
“You heard the man, you lazy bastards. Get going.”
Instantly I heard a lot of groans and moans, but mainly a lot of goodbyes to Remi, who smiled and waved to everyone as they headed out the front door.