Discovering Me
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Well, I didn’t see that one coming. I could have sworn I saw him making googly fucking eyes at her the other day.
“How long you known she’s gay?”
I have to know.
“Since her third night here. Think she was gonna broadcast that shit around a bunch of horny bikers?”
When he puts it that way, no, the bitch is smart.
“It’s nice havin’ a connection to Lana. That’s what you fuckin’ saw,” he growls. “I don’t have to ask because that look on your confused, ugly mug says it all.”
These brothers of mine are always so serious. That shit gets old. You can enjoy life and live it to its fullest, even when you’re serious, but hell if most of my brothers don’t take it to the extreme.
If Piper could hear my thoughts, she’d yell at me and tell me to be more sensitive when it comes to matters concerning Lana. Truth is I am sensitive over it, and everyone else is as well. But there comes a time when you have to move on, and it is way past that time for the rest of us. Maybe not Pyro, but the rest of us, yes, it is time.
Piper. Piper. Piper. All up in my head. Fuck. “I’m headin’ to bed.” I stand and walk my none-too-pleased ass right out of the clubhouse, out the courtyard, and into the live-in.
***
Chapter Three
Sniper
“I told Zig Zag he has a week to do whatever. The man lost his unborn child, and then the son he just found out about. Not rushin’ to have his ass back here when he has to mourn. Pyro didn’t ask for time. He took it. At least my Road Captain had the fuckin’ decency to ask me,” Prez hisses.
Always so damn uptight.
“And Pyro, if I catch you pushin’ Rap down again, your ass will be replacin’ one of the prospects and you’ll be scrubbin’ toilets. The man can’t wind up back in a wheelchair. He’s no use to us if he can’t ride or walk!”
The room erupts in laughter. Poor Rap. Dude made it out of prospecting, and then lost mobility in his legs.
“Shit is funny as hell. Stupid fuck should’ve left his casts on, but nope, he wants to wobble like a toddler. Don’t understand it,” Pyro says to the Prez while shaking his head back in forth.
“I’m right fuckin’ here,” Rap roars and the room goes silent. “I’m not a fuckin’ prospect anymore. Show me some fuckin’ respect!”
Everyone claps. “That’s what we were waitin’ on. You’ve grown some balls.” Prez chuckles. “We’ve been waitin’ for them to appear. All right, Pyro wants to address an issue, or rather, address somethin’ he doesn’t want to become an issue.”
Oh goody. The lesbian talk.
“Akela is gay, and she’s bringin’ her girlfriend back. Don’t tease her. Don’t you dare make her uncomfortable. As your VP, that’s a fuckin’ order, and Prez backs me on it. Capiche?”
My brothers all have ginormous sticks up their asses. I need some positive fun. Slinging threats and shit aren’t doing it for me.
“Wait, she’s gay, as in hates men?” Smokey asks.
What is so hard to believe about that? Gays pretty much even out the straights these days. Come on, sometimes I think this MC doesn’t know jack shit about anything that doesn’t revolve around the club.
“You don’t have to hate men to be a lesbian, Smokey,” I say with a sarcastic tone. “She loves fuckin’ women and not men. It isn’t that hard to grasp.”
Smokey flips me off.
“Fuckin’ fantastic. Church is adjourned,” Prez announces while smacking his gavel down onto the annoying ass, little plank of wood.
***
I stand there, taking in all that litters my bathroom, and scratch at my head, confused at what I’m seeing. I know we are close, but I never thought in a million years I would be staring at this shit. I shoot off a text, telling her to get her ass up here. I want an explanation, and I want one right now. I stop scratching my head and flick at the item closest to me. What in the fuck does that even cover?
“Yeah,” she says with a sweet, textured voice.
Oh, look at her trying to butter my ass up.
“Piper, what in the fuck is this?” I gesture around the room, indicating the lacy garments that appear to have eaten my bathroom alive. “Don’t you have your own bathroom for this shit?”
She smacks at my hand that fingers the delicate thong. “My bathroom is crowded with my whites that I can’t dry.”
I mean I am all for sexy lace garments, but shit. “And you couldn’t hang the whites in here and your frill in your bathroom?”
Piper laughs. “Where’s the fun in that? I knew you’d be all fucked in the head if I did this.” She gestures. “What? You can dish it, but you can’t take it? Since when?”
Oh, the little whore. “Bitch, it’s on,” I growl through a laugh as I jerk the nearest bra down and fling it at her. “I suggest you remove all this shit, or else you might find yourself without it. How I’d love to peer under your skirts and stupid dresses to find a bare ass pussy.”
She turns and walks away, and I’m not expecting that. I thought for sure she would rip it all down with quickness.
“Go for it,” she hollers over her shoulder. “It’ll be torture for you, knowing that my bare pussy is right there for the taking, and you can’t take it. You’ll be teasing yourself.”
Okay, frills in the trash. Got it. I might test my resistance with the thought of her wearing no undergarments, but she’ll be pissed they are gone. We both lose this round.
“How long you known she’s gay?”
I have to know.
“Since her third night here. Think she was gonna broadcast that shit around a bunch of horny bikers?”
When he puts it that way, no, the bitch is smart.
“It’s nice havin’ a connection to Lana. That’s what you fuckin’ saw,” he growls. “I don’t have to ask because that look on your confused, ugly mug says it all.”
These brothers of mine are always so serious. That shit gets old. You can enjoy life and live it to its fullest, even when you’re serious, but hell if most of my brothers don’t take it to the extreme.
If Piper could hear my thoughts, she’d yell at me and tell me to be more sensitive when it comes to matters concerning Lana. Truth is I am sensitive over it, and everyone else is as well. But there comes a time when you have to move on, and it is way past that time for the rest of us. Maybe not Pyro, but the rest of us, yes, it is time.
Piper. Piper. Piper. All up in my head. Fuck. “I’m headin’ to bed.” I stand and walk my none-too-pleased ass right out of the clubhouse, out the courtyard, and into the live-in.
***
Chapter Three
Sniper
“I told Zig Zag he has a week to do whatever. The man lost his unborn child, and then the son he just found out about. Not rushin’ to have his ass back here when he has to mourn. Pyro didn’t ask for time. He took it. At least my Road Captain had the fuckin’ decency to ask me,” Prez hisses.
Always so damn uptight.
“And Pyro, if I catch you pushin’ Rap down again, your ass will be replacin’ one of the prospects and you’ll be scrubbin’ toilets. The man can’t wind up back in a wheelchair. He’s no use to us if he can’t ride or walk!”
The room erupts in laughter. Poor Rap. Dude made it out of prospecting, and then lost mobility in his legs.
“Shit is funny as hell. Stupid fuck should’ve left his casts on, but nope, he wants to wobble like a toddler. Don’t understand it,” Pyro says to the Prez while shaking his head back in forth.
“I’m right fuckin’ here,” Rap roars and the room goes silent. “I’m not a fuckin’ prospect anymore. Show me some fuckin’ respect!”
Everyone claps. “That’s what we were waitin’ on. You’ve grown some balls.” Prez chuckles. “We’ve been waitin’ for them to appear. All right, Pyro wants to address an issue, or rather, address somethin’ he doesn’t want to become an issue.”
Oh goody. The lesbian talk.
“Akela is gay, and she’s bringin’ her girlfriend back. Don’t tease her. Don’t you dare make her uncomfortable. As your VP, that’s a fuckin’ order, and Prez backs me on it. Capiche?”
My brothers all have ginormous sticks up their asses. I need some positive fun. Slinging threats and shit aren’t doing it for me.
“Wait, she’s gay, as in hates men?” Smokey asks.
What is so hard to believe about that? Gays pretty much even out the straights these days. Come on, sometimes I think this MC doesn’t know jack shit about anything that doesn’t revolve around the club.
“You don’t have to hate men to be a lesbian, Smokey,” I say with a sarcastic tone. “She loves fuckin’ women and not men. It isn’t that hard to grasp.”
Smokey flips me off.
“Fuckin’ fantastic. Church is adjourned,” Prez announces while smacking his gavel down onto the annoying ass, little plank of wood.
***
I stand there, taking in all that litters my bathroom, and scratch at my head, confused at what I’m seeing. I know we are close, but I never thought in a million years I would be staring at this shit. I shoot off a text, telling her to get her ass up here. I want an explanation, and I want one right now. I stop scratching my head and flick at the item closest to me. What in the fuck does that even cover?
“Yeah,” she says with a sweet, textured voice.
Oh, look at her trying to butter my ass up.
“Piper, what in the fuck is this?” I gesture around the room, indicating the lacy garments that appear to have eaten my bathroom alive. “Don’t you have your own bathroom for this shit?”
She smacks at my hand that fingers the delicate thong. “My bathroom is crowded with my whites that I can’t dry.”
I mean I am all for sexy lace garments, but shit. “And you couldn’t hang the whites in here and your frill in your bathroom?”
Piper laughs. “Where’s the fun in that? I knew you’d be all fucked in the head if I did this.” She gestures. “What? You can dish it, but you can’t take it? Since when?”
Oh, the little whore. “Bitch, it’s on,” I growl through a laugh as I jerk the nearest bra down and fling it at her. “I suggest you remove all this shit, or else you might find yourself without it. How I’d love to peer under your skirts and stupid dresses to find a bare ass pussy.”
She turns and walks away, and I’m not expecting that. I thought for sure she would rip it all down with quickness.
“Go for it,” she hollers over her shoulder. “It’ll be torture for you, knowing that my bare pussy is right there for the taking, and you can’t take it. You’ll be teasing yourself.”
Okay, frills in the trash. Got it. I might test my resistance with the thought of her wearing no undergarments, but she’ll be pissed they are gone. We both lose this round.
