Stryker's Fight by Erin Osborne

Author:Erin Osborne [Osborne, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Stryker

ARRIVING AT THE clubhouse, I park my bike in my spot along the front of the building. The trip back from Sally’s apartment is a blur. Other than getting on my bike after walking down the stairs with Killer and Gwen, I don’t remember a single thing about my ride back here. With everything going on with Chrome and the Frozen Bastards, the last thing I need to be right now is distracted. Anything could have happened to me on the way back here instead of me getting here in one piece. However, thoughts I’m going to have a baby boy in a few short months won’t leave my mind.

Walking in the common room of the clubhouse, it’s filled with men, ol’ ladies, and house bunnies. As usual, the house bunnies are rushing up to any single man in the room in the hopes of spending the next few hours with him. The more time they spend with one of us, the more their hope of becoming an ol’ lady soars.

“Church in two minutes,” Slim bellows out, his voice echoing in the hall as he stands at the end of it.

Even though we’ve just been told there’s church, which everyone knows what it means, one of the house bunnies still attempts to make her way up to me so she can wrap herself around my body. These women never learn. If I wanted one of them to touch me, I’d let them know and we’d go from there. None of them are Sally and I don’t want them touching me.

“Can I help you?” I bark out at the house bunny.

“I thought we could spend some time together after your meeting,” she responds, running her hand down my chest until she’s almost to my cock.

“Did I say you could touch me?” I ask her, gripping her wrist before she touches me there.

“Stryker . . .,” she begins again as Gwen and Killer walk in the clubhouse.

“I said leave me the hell alone. I don’t want your hands or any other part of your body near me. If you can’t learn to listen, then you’re out on your ass the same as your friend. Tired of all you women thinkin’ you can touch someone who doesn’t want to be touched,” I grind out, walking past her toward our meeting room.

Gwen walks by with a smile on her face at me telling this house bunny off. As she takes her seat on the couch with her girls and the rest of the ol’ ladies, Killer and I make our way toward our meeting room. The house bunny stands in the middle of the common room. When I look back over my shoulder at the room, she’s pouting and about to throw a temper tantrum if the look on her face is anything to go by. It’s not as if I want to be an asshole to her, but these women don’t take no for an answer and will do everything in their power to make one of us theirs.

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