Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 55
I cleared my throat, “Seer, you motherfucker. You could have warned us.”
He laughed and said, “What would have been the fun in that?”
I had to clear my damn throat again so I could speak without my voice breaking. I didn’t want it to squeak like some pubescent boy. “Clair, have a seat,” I said as I motioned to the chair. I wasn't fucking sure where to begin with her.
“I... umm... I, fuck. Damn not really sure what to ask you, Clair.”
“Do I make you uncomfortable, ah, do you mind if I call you Mad Dog?” she asked.
“Dog is fine,” I replied.
“Okay, Dog. Do I make you men uncomfortable?”
“Fuck, I don't think there's a man alive who wouldn't be uncomfortable looking at you,” I muttered.
She laughed and fuck, even that was sexy. “Do I put you off?” she purred.
“No, but not sure you wouldn't cause a constant riot as the men fought to get to you,” I stated.
“I'm not that beautiful or sexy,” she said dryly.
“Have you fucking looked in the mirror today?” Blood asked her in disbelief.
“You're sweet,” she said as she leaned over, ran her hand across his cheek and slid a finger across his lower lip pulling it downward with a fingernail painted blood red. It was fucking erotic as hell.
I sat watching my Sergeant at Arms come undone in front of me. I cleared my throat.
She glanced back at me and snickered. “Okay, I'll behave,” she murmured.
She held her finger up indicating to us to give her a minute. She pulled her purse up to her lap, reached in and pulled out a couple of hair ties. She bent over, shook her hair, gathered it up into a ponytail and wrapped the hair ties in it until she had created a messy bun. At least that's what Jessie, Hoss's wife, called them. She reached in and pulled out a pair of glasses and slid them on.
“Nope, leave the glasses off,” Blood said hoarsely as he grimaced and adjusted himself again. He had sweat beading across his forehead, the man was seriously affected by this woman. “Those make it worse.”
I had to agree with him.
She smiled and put them back into her purse. “Well, is this better at all?”
“Clair, darlin',” Seer said. “You know you're a fucking sensuous woman, just give them time to adjust.” She tilted her head at him in acknowledgment.
“Clair, you mind if I'm frank here?” I asked her.
“Please do so.”
“Why the fuck does a woman who's as fucking sexually erotic as you want to be a club girl?”
She sighed and her facial expression changed, if I wasn't mistaken a look of sadness crossed her face. “Okay, gonna be equally as frank with y'all. I'm thirty-eight. I was thirty-five when my husband passed away. He left me some money. I'm not saying I'm rich, but if I watch my money right, I won't ever have to work again.
“I was twenty when we got married, he was thirty. I never trained for any type of work, so after he was gone I didn't want to go work as a waitress or in a clothing store. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that, but it's just not what I want to do. When we first married, we immediately started out trying to have a family, and nothing.
“After a couple years, I finally managed to get pregnant, but lost the baby. That happened several more times over the years. The doctor said it was just one of those things that happened sometimes with women. I was crushed. That had been my dream, to be a mom and have children. We were in our fifteenth year of marriage when Robert died of a widowmaker heart attack. I was devastated.”
She sighed. We were now all looking at a woman who had been beaten up by tragic real-life everyday issues.
“I thought about trying to adopt by myself, but for a single woman over thirty-five, the chances of that happening were slim. I became lonely. I'm a homebody. I love to cook and bake. I like puttering around the house. But the fucking quiet can just about drive you insane. I have family I could move closer to, but I would just be on the outside of their lives looking in. That would be even lonelier than actually being alone.
“I missed sex. Robert and I had always had a healthy sex life. So I went out to clubs and bars, but those were just not my types of places. I had sex with a few men, but I wasn't ready to become someone else's wife, nor did I want to be a stepmom and have to fight with a child's mother over her child.
“I met Seer at a coffee shop one day. He and I have been together frequently since then. He told me that you were going to be looking for club girls over casual conversation one night, and it started me thinking. He'd told me a little bit about your MC, nothing he wasn't supposed to, just general things. I asked him what all being a club girl involved and decided I would really like to try it.”
She smiled at us and continued, “Seer has told me what all the requirements are and I personally don't see a problem. Seer isn't in love with me, nor I him. Yes, we do have fun having sex, but I know it's not exclusive between us and I don't want it to be. I'd actually like the chance to be with more men without having to go to bars and clubs and not knowing who you were going to end up with.”
She let her gaze fall on each of us, then the group as a whole, “I could follow whatever rules you have. That wouldn't be a