Page 8 of Piston
I get it, I’ve been fucking the same girl for the past two years. Yeah, I was a one-and-done for years, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with her…or so I keep telling myself.
I don’t do love or relationships, and the best thing about Nat is that she understands that.
That’s why I’ve stuck with her instead of fucking around, and it helps that we have a schedule. Four times a week, I head over to the apartment she moved into last year. When it’s her time of the month, she is nice enough to inform me that week is off limits, and that it's best I stay clear because, apparently, she becomes an emotional wreck—her words, not mine.
I did tell her she could suck me off, but the glare she gave me had me cupping my balls, so I make do with my hand instead.
“You, uh, going to school or…” my brother starts, and I snort.
Subtle, real fucking subtle. He knows where I’m off to; they both do. Heck, the whole fucking club knows, which the clubwhores fucking hate.
I haven’t touched them in two years, but it's only because Nat is easy—no hassle, complaining, or begging for more.
I grab my shirt, putting it on before grabbing my cut. “You know where I’m off to, Acid.”
He nods as Canine mentions, “Your aunt loves her, you know….”
I snort, grabbing my phone, but frown when I don’t see a confirmation text from Nat for this afternoon.
Huh, strange….
“I know Aunt Holly loves her; Natalie is easy to get along with, but they shouldn’t have even met; she’s not my girlfriend,” I state, giving him a brow raise.
He smirks. “She wanted to see you, and you know I can’t say no to that woman. It’s not my fault you told her where you were.”
Acid laughs, but I shake my head.
She messaged, stating she was checking in, and when I stupidly told her what room I was in, there was a knock on the door half an hour later. Natalie and I had just gotten dressed, and she looked confused as to who was at her door, so I opened it, only to find my lovely aunt smiling wide. She noticed Natalie instantly, and Steal and Canine stood behind her, wide-eyed.
As soon as Nat saw the woman with the crutch, who couldn’t move the left side of her body, she invited her in to sit down.
They became fast friends. Aunt Holly is the only member of the club Natalie speaks to, and I want to keep it that way.
I graduate next year, and our arrangement will be over.
My heart skips at the thought, my stomach tightening, but I shake my head, ignoring the feeling.
It’s probably because I’ve been kicking the shit out of the bag for hours, and I haven’t eaten….
Trying to believe my excuses, I tilt my head at Canine and ask, “How is Aunt Holly?”
He shrugs, smiling a little. "She has her good days and bad, but today is a good day.”
I nod, and pat his back.
Aunt Holly has Parkinson’s Disease, and slowly, it is taking over her body. She lost use of her left side last year, but she still smiles, pushing through.
Another reason I never want an old lady; I refuse to watch the one who would own me fucking die.
Sighing, I put my hand up and state, “Right, I’m outta here,” and walk out the door.
“Just make her your old lady already,” I hear Acid shout as I walk up the stairs, and I snort, shaking my head.
We both know that will never fucking happen.
A few seconds later, I enter the common room to chatter and laughter. Brothers are all hanging around with a beer while the clubwhores do the household chores.
They’re not allowed to fuck a brother in the open until after nine at night but can go back to a brother’s room if they want.