Page 21 of Flash (Iron Thunder MC 2)
And now, I didn’t know what was keeping him away or what important business he had to attend to. Either way, I had no claim over him, so I couldn’t have asked him to stay.
I looked around the room, put down my bag near the bed, freshened up in the bathroom and then decided to go back down. I had no idea how long Flash was going to be away and after last night, I was feeling refreshed and energized. Besides, I was too turned on to get to sleep right now.
I locked the door, slipped the key in my pocket and went downstairs. In the hallway, I heard the roar of bikes outside and looked out to find a fleet of them riding out. Flash was likely amongst them but I couldn’t see him. I saw some of the others.
These bikers in their leather jackets, riding their bikes like they were on chariots, wearing their tattoos like armor—there was so much testosterone free-flowing here. Almost as much as the liquor. I couldn’t help but feel another rush of excitement at the thought that I was going to have Flash tonight.
My very own biker. I bit down on my lip and allowed myself to daydream for a few moments. His mouth on me. On my nipples and pussy. My mouth on his cock. Him inside me. Making me come over and over again.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a girl walking down the hallway. She was in a short tight skirt and fishnets. Her boots had high heels and a red sexy smile curled her lips. I stepped away from the window, suddenly reminded of all the girls I’d seen when I walked into this place.
Was this Clubhouse always teeming with all these women? What was their role here?
The girl passed me by and I rushed ahead.
At the bar, I saw Sophie behind the counter.
Earlier, I’d had a chance to speak to her and Cassie casually for a short while. None of us had shared any vital information with each other. None of us had felt the need to open up. So technically, she had no idea what I was doing here. Neither did I know what her role was at this Clubhouse.
The place looked a bit emptier now, and Sophie was arranging glasses behind the counter and I walked up to her.
“Hey, looks like some of the guys left on business,” I said. She looked up at me and gave a polite smile.
“Flash making you wait for it?” she asked.
“Wait for what?”
She smiled again and nodded her head. “It’s okay, we’re all quite open here about what goes on behind closed doors. To put it politely.”
I gulped, feeling my cheeks flush, and sat down on a bar stool. I watched her work silently for a few seconds. She knew I was watching her, but decided not to speak. For some reason, I got the feeling that she didn’t particularly like me.
“So does he do this often? Flash, I mean,” I said.
Sophie didn’t bother looking up at me.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bringing girls back to the Clubhouse. Putting them up in his room. Giving them a key and then just disappearing.”
She stopped what she was doing and met my eyes. She looked surprised.
“He gave you a key?” she asked.
My silence was enough of an answer. Sophie shook her head and there was a grin on her face.
“Well, no, he doesn’t do this often. I mean, it’s not that he doesn’t take chicks up to his room. He doesn’t hand his key out to others often, I mean.”
“So you’re saying he does sleep around?”
She smiled wider now. I watched as she put the glasses down and leaned on the counter on her elbows.
“This is a biker gang, doll. These men fuck whoever they want, whenever they want and as often as they want to. Do you get it?”
For some reason, she found it amusing. I gulped. My throat felt dry. Somewhere, at the back of my head, I’d always known this to be the reality. I just didn’t like hearing about it. I didn’t take Flash to be a saint. I had a feeling he slept around, but the way Sophie was saying it made it sound like he was nothing less than a man-whore.
I clenched my jaws and forced my chin up.
“Have you slept with him? I asked.
Sophie’s eyes narrowed for a moment and then she relaxed her shoulders and shrugged.
“Yeah, a couple of times, so what?”
She returned to her task with the glasses, like it didn’t matter at all. None of it. I just hoped she couldn’t see the way I was exploding. I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with this. No wonder I got the feeling that she didn’t like me. It didn’t matter how hard she acted like it didn’t affect her, I could bet it did. Maybe it wasn’t that she had feelings for him, but she definitely still wanted him. I couldn’t blame her. Flash was sexy as Hell.
