Chapter 9 #2
Stepping in front of her, I touch her empty hand, and her fingers slowly link with mine. I feel ten feet fucking tall that she is touching me. It is a strange concept to be excited that a chick is touching me.
I am twenty-four, for fucks sake. Been with chicks before, but something in my soul is telling me this is different. The way Jack described being with Lilith.
Fuck, is that what Stevie is to me— my Lilith?
I look her in the eyes so she knows I am not lying about what I am about to say.
“No, babe. We are not back together. I was stupid to hold onto some kind of hope, but seeing her and how she is now, that is not something or someone I need to be tangled up in. I left her to get away from that shit, and the club helped me find a new purpose with a family at my back. I know no matter what, if I need the Rugged Skulls, they will be there for me, like I will them.”
She gets this soft look in her eyes, her smile lighting up her face as she looks up to me.
“I am glad that you have the club, Logan. After me and Val drifted apart, I found a new family in the hotel I work in, so I understand what you mean. They may not be a motorcycle club, but we will do anything for each other.”
“Family comes in all forms, baby. Not just blood and bones.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” she agrees with a smile.
“Come on, what do you say you help me hand the rest of these out before Pres has my ass, then I take you out to dinner?”
“Like, a date?” she splutters out, and I laugh at her reaction.
Inching closer to her, my hand lands on her hip.
Glory yaps, like she is agreeing to the date, or convincing Stevie to come with me.
“Why not?”
She looks around anywhere but at me and I feel her becoming unsettled; that is not what I want. I flex my fingers on her hip, then she brings her gaze back to me.
"You were my ex-friend’s boyfriend for years, Logan. Wouldn’t that look strange to people, seeing us together?"
“I do not see why, babe. We have not been together for years, and from what I have heard, people were happy that I got away,” I inform her. Her lips part again and I fight everything that is in me to not lean forward and claim her mouth.
They look so soft and pillowy.
“I…” She gets cut off by a shadow to our side.
“Hey, handsome. Got something for me?” A woman stops in front of me, looking me over.
I feel Stevie tense, but a chuckle slips from me when Glory steps between me and the woman. She lets out a gruff, like she is telling her to back off. The woman frowns down at the fluff ball, and wrinkles her nose.
“Eww, call your dog off. It will get fleas on me.”
“My dog does not have fleas, unlike some bitches I know.” My gaze snaps to Stevie and she looks pissed.
Her eyes are narrowed, her lips thinned, looking seconds away from bitch-slapping this chick. Damn, I am here for that. After seeing her fight with Val, I know she can handle herself.
“Who are you calling a bitch?” the stranger snaps.
“You, since it was you who insulted my dog.” Stevie inches closer and I grin, loving her gumption to take this woman down.
The woman scoffs, folding her arms under her breasts, making them almost fall out of her top. Clearly, she takes this stance to make men give her what she wants. Well, not this man.
Turning a coy smile my way, she says, “How about your sister takes the dog home, then me and you go and grab a drink? I am sure we will have a better time than you having to babysit your little sister all day.” Adding a bite to her lip, thinking she looks sexy, I shake my head.
Moving closer to Stevie, I slide my hand around her waist. Pulling her flush against me, I make it known that she is not my sister. I like her this close to me, it has my dick perking up in my jeans, and the scent of her invades my senses.
The woman tracks my hand, a frown dipping between her eyes.
“Eww, why are you touching your sister like that?”
“I am not his sister,” Stevie informs her with a sharp tone. “You can leave; we have things to do. Glory.” She addresses her dog as she starts to walk away.
When my hand slips from her body, I feel the loss in my chest. Turning to look at the woman, I let my gaze scan her body and see how hard she is trying to catch male attention.
“Can I suggest that you not try so hard, and maybe when you see a couple talking, do not assume they are brother and sister? It is fucking shitty and disrespectful to jump to conclusions.” With that I walk off, hearing her mutter ‘asshole' behind me.
Quickening my steps I catch up with Stevie and Glory, my arm snaking around her waist again, needing to touch her.
“Good girl, Glory.” I scratch her ear. “Sorry about that,” I say close enough that my lips brush across Stevie’s earlobe.
I love how she reacts to me being so close to her. Her shoulders lift in a shrug, then she speaks.
“You do not owe me an apology, Logan, you are a free man to do whatever you want. Or whoever.” Her response makes me frown.
I thought we were getting somewhere.
“Hey, look at me.” Stepping in front of her, my arm around her waist, I use my finger to lift her chin so I can see her eyes. “I know that it was not me that ruined the moment between us, but it was because of me. Yes, I am a free man…for now.”
Her eyes flash wide, and I grin at her.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I whisper low, so only she can hear me.
“I am not.”
“Oh, baby, you are. One day I am going to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”
Moving in, I kiss the corner of her mouth, a hitch of breath coming from her. My lips linger for longer than they should, loving the feeling of her skin beneath my lips.
I plan to kiss her all over when I get her naked.
Pulling back I look her in the eyes, liking that she is as affected by me as I am by her. Lust stirs between us, my dick throbbing. This, me and her, is an unexpected shift between us, but I like it.
Neither of us came looking for this, but no way am I going to turn down a chance to try something with her. Shit with Val is fucked up, but I can’t let that get in the way of seeing where this might go with Stevie.