Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
At the bar, I nod to the prospect working and lift my hand giving him two fingers. Knowing my usual, he brings over two IPA beers in bottles. Snagging the tops on the bottle openers that are screwed into the edges of the bar, I pop both open before making my way over to the high-top table Honey is sitting at. She knows how I am and where I prefer to sit.
“You make shit easy, Honey,” I tell her as I slide onto the stool across from her. “Always know exactly where I want to be.” My back to the wall and no space for anyone behind me, she picked my spot like we do this all the time. She is observant though and treats every Hellion like her own brother. Honey doesn’t usually sit with me here, but she has attended enough times to see where I’m comfortable.
“Raff, you been in this club how many years?” She asks taking a pull from her beer. “I know you don’t like anyone behind you. I know you want to see what’s coming at you. And more than anything when the clock strikes midnight, you’re gonna take off to God knows where like fuckin’ Cinderella.”
I nod in reply. Honey knows all of us, possibly better than we know ourselves. She is a watcher. Quiet but intentional. She studies everyone and takes note of each of our personality traits.
She gives me a half grin, “You turn into a pumpkin, Raff? Is that why you gotta watch the clock?”
We both laugh. “Nope, I turn into a gourd. The most bitter vegetable around.”
She takes another pull of her beer. “So we’re gonna be jaded together?”
I nod, “at least for tonight, Honey.”
“At least you’re always honest, Raff. Even if it hurts.”
While I’m not sure many like this attribute of mine, I find it’s easier to simply keep shit real. Life is too short to dick with being fake at any level.
It’s not long before the drinks are stacking up and the music gets turned up a couple of notches. Some of the guys are playing pool. There is a dart tournament in the other side, and a few of the ol’ ladies dancing in the open area. The barflies hang on the brother’s they hope to bang tonight or off to the side of the bar waiting to get noticed. The atmosphere is relaxed like we usually have it on a Friday night. Hang out, have a few drinks, crash here, or go home, it’s family time. Another weekend with the club. I’ll relax for a bit more without drinking and then head home.
Movement coming towards us gets my focus. Dove has a barfly wrapped around him like a damn Koala bear. His shirt and cut are off, tossed God knows where around the clubhouse while her skirt does nothing to hide her bare ass as she grinds against his stomach. Carelessly they bump into our table before he finally reaches his destination with her back to the wall.
Honey rolls her eyes as Dove pins the barfly to the wall while she unzips his pants pulling them down over his ass. I want to smack him upside the head. I’m not against a brother getting laid, but I swear Dove thinks clothing is optional everywhere. Sometimes I think he finds a public indecency charge might be worth it to stroll around naked everywhere he goes.
“Dammit Dove, I’ve seen your ass more than I ever wanted to. Why can’t you take this shit somewhere else?” I mutter turning away to focus on Honey once again.
“Dove,” Honey calls out to my brother, “I think I’ve seen your naked ass more than my son’s and I had to change his fuckin’ diaper. Can’t you, I don’t know, get a room? Damn.”
Turning her attention back to me, she shakes her head, “how can you guys be like this?”
I lift the cup of water to my lips the prospect dropped not long ago. Knowing I’m going to ride home in about an hour I cut off the beer and switched to water. The cold liquid runs down my throat as I explain this shit to Honey knowing she won’t like the answer. “Sometimes, Honey, a hole is a hole. Release is just release. Sometimes the day-to-day shit gets wound up tight in a man’s mind. We don’t think, we simply do, and the caveman inside says have sex. It’s natural.”
She laughs, “that is the dumbest and possibly the most real shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Women, y’all are the fairer sex. It ain’t because you are inferior or not as capable. Shit, women like you, Honey, God broke the damn mold you’re so fucking strong. But emotions, they will hold you back. It’s okay for sex to be sex. Not everything needs to be love.”