Kink's Way (3 page)

Aside from this club and the members that he thought
of as family, Kink had nothing else
good
in his life
besides his little girl. Okay, so she wasn’t so little anymore, even had some
punk-ass boyfriend that he had heard about, but in his eyes she would always be
his baby. Callie was the only light in the otherwise darkness that consumed him
in the life he led. He’d protect her no matter what, make sure she didn’t make
the same mistakes he had, and also steer her away from bastards like him. He
might have kept her in his life despite the fact he ran with an outlaw MC, and
had done a lot of bad shit in his life, but that had been his choice. Not
having a decent old man when he was growing up, Kink was not about to let
Callie be fatherless.

He scrubbed his hand over his face and stared at the
ceiling for a second, trying to get his shit in order. But he was stressed the
fuck out because of Sarah and her bullshit of moving to California with her
deadbeat boyfriend. Talking with her hadn’t done shit, and her threats of
leaving because she had full custody were a load of shit, too. He had a guy
that worked with the club looking into it all, and Kink was pretty damn sure
that the bitch had no legal standings to just up and leave the state. Besides,
his guy was good, and Sarah didn’t have shit to her name. If she wanted a
fucking battle, he’d give her a war.

The woman that was grinding her cunt and ass on him
was named
Lolly
, or Lilly, or something like that. He
couldn’t remember, and frankly didn’t care. He just needed to get off. The
bare-knuckle underground fights had done a little bit of good in getting his
anger out. Not much, but he was hoping a good session of dirty sex would remedy
that. They didn’t call him Kink because it was a cute name. He was about to
show this willing woman what he liked, and all the filthy damn things he wanted
to do.

He leaned back on the couch, and looked over at
Lucien when his President stood from beside him. Kink grabbed the woman that
had been giving him a lap dance, pulled her close, and kissed her hard. He
pulled back and focused on the tits that were currently being thrust in his
face
, and then leaned down to take a stiff nipple into his
mouth. She had a ring pierced right through the tip, and he felt his cock stir
slightly. Despite being in need of a hot, wet cunt to slip his dick into, this
woman was just not doing it for him. System of a Down’s “Lost in Hollywood”
played overhead, and the club pussy continued to rub herself on him. But Kink’s
focus was on the woman behind the bar, the one that was trying to look like she
was busy and unaffected. He could still see her glancing at him. He didn’t want
to make her feel uncomfortable, because he knew she had probably been through
some horrid shit, but there was something about her that drew him in. Even with
all the things he was going through in his life right now, he actually found a
moment of peace in looking at her, which even to him sounded crazy as hell.

She wasn’t skinny like the other girls that walked
around here, the ones that were desperate to be claimed by a Brother. He
honestly didn’t know what the attraction to the lifestyle was for a woman. A
Brother’s life was far from ideal. It was dangerous, violent, and they tended
to make a lot of enemies. The only Brother that was tied down was Malice, but
Kink knew the other man didn’t see his old lady or his kid as much as he wanted
to. The club took a lot of time and effort to keep things running
smoothly,
and with Kink being the VP he had a lot on his
plate. He stared at Cookie, watched as she bent over to get something out of
the lower shelf, and felt like a sick fucking bastard for checking out her ass.
The jeans she wore tightened around the big globes. He liked that she was curvy
and that her body was made to take a man like Kink, but then he felt like a
prick for wanting to do the things that he did, and for having the images of
her naked and spread out before him crashing through his mind. He wasn’t easy
during sex, liked it rough and
hard,
and of course
threw a little kink in there, but he knew she wouldn’t be down for all that.
Given what her life was probably like, and the kind of fucking
he
liked, he would scare the hell out of
her. But she needed to be scared, because he was far from a good man, and a
woman like Cookie needed a good man in her life. Hell, what the fuck did he
know about what women wanted? All he knew was the ones he kept company with
liked to get a big, stiff cock pounded into them.

“Come on, baby, how about you take me back to your
room like last time?” The woman grinding on him spoke against his ear.

He pulled back and looked at her face. How sad was
it he didn’t even remember having her in his bed? The way she was moving over
him, trying to entice him and get him hard, should have had his dick standing
at attention. But he was barely semi-hard as it was, and he didn’t know if it
was because of all the shit that was going on with Sarah and Callie, or the
fact he really wanted Cookie in his bed. He glanced at her again, saw that she
was talking to Pierce, and felt this totally misplaced feeling move inside of
him.

Jealousy.
He felt jealous that Pierce was talking to her, and the way he was leaning over
the bar and rubbing the pads of his fingers on the bar top and close to her
hands told Kink the prospect was trying to get her to give it up. And then
Cookie smiled at something Pierce said, and even from the distance and with the
piss poor lighting he could see that Cookie’s cheeks turned pink.

That pissed him off even further, and his jealousy
roared up like some kind of feral animal. Kink pushed the stripper off of him
and moved toward the bar. Cookie looked up at him and took a step back. Her
eyes widened, and she glanced at Pierce, and then back at Kink. He knew his
expression was probably pretty damn fierce, because he felt like slamming his
fist into a man that would most likely be a member of this MC in the very near
future.

Pierce turned and glanced at Kink over his shoulder,
and then slowly rose to his full six and a half foot height and faced him.
“What’s up, man? You look ready to kick someone’s ass.”

He was, and that man was Pierce.

Kink stopped right in front of him, stared the other
man right in the damn eyes, and tried to control his breathing. He shouldn’t
have been acting like a fool, but he and felt this anger the likes of which he
had never felt before, and all because Pierce was hitting on a woman that
wasn’t even Kink’s. “Yeah, I am ready to beat someone’s ass.” There couldn’t
have been any mistake that Kink was talking about Pierce, and when the other
man flared his nostrils Kink knew he had picked up on the fact.

“What the fuck is the problem?” Pierce said, and the
heat from his body came at Kink like a shot to the face.

“You’re my problem, boy,” Kink gritted out, knowing
that the way he was acting was totally unjustifiable and misplaced, but unable
to stop himself from acting on his raw emotions. They stared at each other,
neither moving nor breathing, but their testosterone bouncing off between them.

“Hey, what in the fuck is going on here?” Lucien
said and stepped up beside Kink. The scent of marijuana filled the small space
that surrounded them.

“
Ain’t
no
fuckin’ problem with me. The VP came up on me like I was pissing on his
territory or something,” Pierce said, and then his nostrils flared once more.
He turned and glanced at what Kink assumed was Cookie. When he looked back at
Kink there was a smirk on his face. “Oh, I see how it is.”

“Do you now?” Kink said with barely restrained
anger.

Pierce held up his hands. “I didn’t know you called
dibs. The barmaid is all yours, brother.”

Before Kink could say anything in return Pierce
moved past him and moved over to where Kink had just been sitting. The stripper
took up residence right on Pierce’s lap, and started grinding her shit like she
hadn’t just been propositioning him for some deep dicking.

“Kink, man, come talk with me,” Lucien said.

Kink turned and looked at the President of the club.
Lucien stared at him, inhaled deeply from his joint, and then slowly exhaled.
The sweet smelling white cloud floated around them, and finally Kink nodded and
scrubbed a hand over his face. He was fucking losing it. The stubble on his
cheeks scraped along his palm, and the humiliation of what he had almost done
filled him. He turned and stared at Cookie. She watched him with her eyes wide.
The color was this startling blue that stood out against her pale skin and the
light smattering of freckles along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

“Fucking hell,” he gritted out.

She flinched after he spoke, and he felt like a
motherfucker. He turned and stormed away, but sensed Lucien close behind.
Instead of heading to his room that he had in the back, he turned and made his
way toward the back hallway where a spare office was. Kink pushed the door open
and turned to see Lucien step in behind him and shut the door.

“What the fuck was that back there, Kink?” Lucien
said and leaned against the door. He crossed his big arms over his chest, and
his leather cut stretched wide over his muscles.

“Shit.” Kink shook his head and gritted his teeth.
“I don’t know.” That was a lie, and when he lifted his gaze to Lucien he saw
the expression on his President’s face he knew that Lucien wasn’t buying that
bullshit line.

“How about you be straight with me, and don’t tell
me it is all because of Sarah and her crazy ass.”

Kink shook his head. “It is mainly about Sarah and
her bitch ass, but it’s also about…” He stared at the door over Lucien’s
shoulder, and then shook his head again. “I don’t know, man. I shouldn’t have
acted that way with Pierce, but I snapped. I have a lot of fucking brutal anger
inside of me right now. I didn’t want him hitting on Cookie when it is clear
she isn’t like the pussy that hangs at the clubhouse. In fact,” he scrubbed his
hand over his hair, “she shouldn’t even be working here, Lucien.”

His President didn’t speak for a moment, but finally
he exhaled and moved over to one of the busted ass chairs pushed against the
wall. He gestured for Kink to take the other, and when they sat across from
each other Kink leaned back. The chair squeaked from his weight, and the dust
wafted from the old material and filled the room.

“I already talked to her about it, and she knew what
happened in here even before she started.” Lucien leaned back in his chair,
too. “She is a tough girl.” He grinned. “She’s a tough Cookie, man, and
insisted on being here. She needs to get her mind off shit, and who in the fuck
am I to tell her otherwise?” Lucien stared at him with his eerie as hell
grayish eyes, and Kink nodded.

“Yeah, I know, and I get that, but I still don’t
think having her see all this crap after what she has been through is such a
great idea.”

Lucien shrugged again. “Her
call,
and I’m okay with it. Besides, you didn’t have a fucking problem when we voted
that she was cool to be here.”

He shook his head and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah,
you’re right. Let’s move on.” He didn’t want to talk about Cookie anymore, and
he sure as hell had no business caring what she did or didn’t do. She was a
grown ass woman and clearly knew what she wanted.

“So you don’t want Cookie?”

He stared at Lucien, not knowing how to answer,
because he sure as hell didn’t know how to even put what he did feel into
words. “I don’t know what I want anymore, Lucien, but what I do know is that
getting involved with a woman in a way that doesn’t consist of me sticking my
dick inside of her for more than a few hours is not what I need right now.” He
stared at Lucien, knowing his words were coarse and unjust, but he wasn’t about
to mince what he said. Lucien looked at him with this flat expression on his
face.

“And a woman like Cookie sure as fuck doesn’t need a
man like me in her life.”

Lucien was silent for a moment and then nodded.
“I’ll agree with you there. I think she’s been through a lot of bad stuff,
although I am not about to ask her if she wants to talk about it. I’m no
therapist, and the last person a woman should be unloading her problems on.”
Lucien shifted on the chair. “Change of subject, brother.”

Kink breathed out. “Yeah, I’d say that’s a good
fucking idea.”

“But I don’t think you’ll like talking about Sarah
either.”

Kink shrugged “What the fuck does it matter? Aside
from giving me Callie, she’s ruined my life this far.”

Lucien chuckled, but he knew it wasn’t a jab at
Kink’s life. “You talk to that attorney I told you about?” Lucien asked.

“Yeah.
The dude knows his custody laws.”

Lucien grunted and nodded.
“Yeah.
Got his name from Molly actually.”

That surprised Kink.
“Yeah?
Well, I’ll have to thank her, because the lawyer told me Sarah doesn’t have
shit to stand on when it comes to trying to take Callie out of state.”

“That’s good. That’s really fucking good actually.”

Now it was Kink’s turn to grunt. “Well, just because
she isn’t legally allowed to take my kid like that, doesn’t mean she isn’t a
crazy bitch and won’t try and leave anyway.”