Chapter 230: No Names
*I don’t even know who the father is of you. I barely know who your mother is. What right do I have to judge? – Rye*
Chance went to his sister’s house for dinner after his encounter with Rye. He listened to the twins and played with the baby. When Mia asked him what was bothering him, he just shrugged and said that the first day was busy.
Celt rode with him back to the clubhouse, Pop’s Place. Over a beer, the large red head called him out.
“Okay, spill it.” Celt sat on the opposite couch and handed him a bottle of beer. “What the hell is bothering you?”
Celt was enjoying his leave and his wavy red hair was now to the middle of his back and his beard was barely controlled. He wore faded jeans, a plain black t-shirt and lace up motorcycle boots.
Just like their brethren, he and Chance wore their leather cuts. Black leather with their road names on a black patch with white writing. On the back was the club patch of a red devil with huge angel wings rode a motorcycle. A halo hung precariously on the left horn. Along the bottom of the patch was the club motto.
May the Saints bless us as we do the Devil’s work.
The top rocker declared that they were Devil’s Saints while the bottom had the name of their clubhouse, Pop’s Place. There were assorted patches from various rides and organizations. They each had the red and white round BACA and the blue triangle Patriot Guard patches. Chance had the VFW and Legion Riders patches while Celt had the Eagles patch.
Chance still wore the same jeans from work but had changed his polo for a dark t-shirt declaring that the VA was offering veterans a second chance to die for their country.
“There’s this new girl at work.”
“It just opened, they’re all new.” Celt snickered.
“Har har har. You’re fucking funny.” Chance snarled with a grin and a small laugh. “Like new, new. Outside new. She hates me and I haven’t even given her a reason.”
“Well, you should fuck her and give her a reason to hate you.”
“That’s the thing. She seems to be upset over me having a sex life.”
“Dude. I have a sex life. You have a revolving door. I’m pretty sure that your bed automatically kicks women out after a certain amount of time.”
“My bed is not on a timer.” Chance laughed.
“Only because you haven’t found one yet.” Celt teased back.
“Yeah, well she’s not married and has a newborn. Don’t think she has much room to talk about my slutiness.”
“Maybe that’s it.”
“What?” Chance asked scanning the room for a blow job or a fuck.
“Maybe you remind her of her ex.” Celt could only laugh at his old friend.
Chance was complaining about a woman not liking him because he was a man whore. Just to prove how much of a slut he was, he was searching for a fuck buddy while complaining.
“That’s probably it.” He agreed as he gave a chin lift to a woman across the room.
“Yeah.” Celt smirked as the woman and her friend came over. One sat in each of their laps. “Sorry, I’m married.”
“She doesn’t have to know.” The young blonde in a skimpy skirt, barely there shirt and killer heels told him. She ran perfectly manicured fingers up his chest. Pale blue green eyes promised everything he could ever imagine while plump red lips smiled at him.
“But she would know. That’s my brother-in-law.” Celt nodded towards Chance.
They both looked over and saw the other woman straddled across Chance’s lap. Her shirt was pushed up with his hand on her breast. She moved on his lap, and it was obvious that he was fingering her.
Shaking his head, Celt finished off his beer. “You can stick around and watch the show. You can even go for a ride yourself. But I’m going home to my wife and kids.”
Having given his warning, Celt stood up slowly allowing her time to get off his lap. Chance was only vaguely aware of his departure. He whispered into the woman’s ear, and she eagerly went to his room with him.
He flipped the sign next to his door indicating that he should not be disturbed. Once inside he pushed her to her knees while he undid his belt and jeans with his other hand.
As soon as his cock was out of his pants, she was wrapping her hand and then her lips around it. Her other hand cupped his balls as she pumped up and down his shaft. Moaning, he buried his hands in her bottle blonde hair.
Chance guided her to take more of him and loved the sound of her choking around him. Tears filled her eyes, but she never tried to stop. Not even when he shot his come down her throat.
He put his shirt and pants back together as she rinsed her mouth in the attached bathroom. They went back downstairs, and he had another beer and played a round of pool.
Then he took the friend from earlier upstairs to his room.
“Kneel on the end of the bed.” He told her as he got a condom from his dresser.
“Like this, baby?” She purred as she looked over her shoulder at him.
She wore nothing under her leather skirt. With her knees spread apart, she was open for his viewing pleasure. Either she shaved earlier that night, or it was recently waxed, and she was already slick.
“Just like that.” Chance said rolling on the condom. Stepping up behind her, he pushed her shoulders down onto the bed.
He teased her clit and pumped two fingers in and out of her a few times. Then he grabbed her hips and slammed into her.
After a few minutes, he felt her fingers against her clit and his cock. “That’s it. Come on my cock.”
Leaning over her, he slid his hands under her skimpy shirt cupping her breasts and began to play with her nipples. She moaned and picked up the pressure on her clit. She cried out as she came. He never slowed his assault on her.
“My ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Chance pulled out as he straightened back up. Then he lined himself up and slowly entered her. “Fuck you’re tight.”
“Damn it, fuck me.” She demanded pushing back and taking all of him into her ass.
He felt her hand slide into her pussy. “Fuck that hand. Make me come in your ass.”
“Harder. Fuck me harder.” She demanded and he did.
After her second orgasm, he emptied himself into the condom. Chance pulled out and went into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When he returned to the room, she was already gone. Just the way he liked it.
He stripped down to his boxers and went to bed. At five the next morning his alarm went off and he went to take a shower. As he washed his hair and beard, it dawned on him that he did not know the name of either woman from the night before.
“Damn.” He swore rinsing his hair. “Shit.” He did not want the woman with the grey patch in her black hair to be right.
