Chapter Twelve
K elly and I walk arm and arm through the crowd on our way to the bar.
“Is it always like this?” I ask as I look around.
“Girl, the weekend has barely started, it’s going to get crazier by the hour.”
“Dear God,” I mumble under my breath, making Kelly laugh.
“It’s overwhelming, right? I swear the first year I left here, I was shell shocked. I never imagined I would see all of this,” she says, waving her hand around.
“Lookin’ good, ladies,” some biker says.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off but stop when Kelly squeezes my arm.
“Don’t engage. Trust me.”
“If you say so. Are you sure I can be in here?” I ask when we duck into the bar.
“Trust me, no one cares around here.” She looks over her shoulder at Smoke and points at a table before dragging me toward it.
“Shouldn’t we go to the bar and order drinks?”
“Smoke will bring them to us,” she says as she sits.
I follow her lead and sit with my back to the wall, taking in the entire bar. A couple of the brothers stop at a table that’s close to us, and with how loud the bar is, they shouldn’t be able to hear us, giving us the illusion of privacy.
“How long have you and Smoke been together?” I ask, trying to make conversation.
A dreamy look covers Kelly’s face. “About four years now. I actually sold him the property the clubhouse and shop are on.”
“Really?”
Smoke comes up and slides two drinks in front of us before dropping a kiss on his wife’s lips and walking away.
She watches him walk away with a look I can only describe as true love.
I wonder what it would be like to look at someone like that or have them look at me like that…
She shakes her head. “Sorry, what did you ask?”
“You had just told me you sold him the property.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, Gunner and him came into the office I was working in one day. Smoke didn’t want one of the other realtors and gave me a chance. The rest was history.”
“I can’t imagine.”
“I know, right? Like, what were the chances? I wouldn’t change anything, though.”
“That’s all that matters.”
“What about you, though?” she asks as she takes a drink.
“What about me?”
“Do you like working at the shop? I know what it’s like working with mostly men, and it can get interesting. I can’t even imagine how it is in a shop.”
“I love it. Seriously, your husband is the best boss I’ve ever had, and I’m thankful he gave me a shot. The other guys are pretty great too, even when their male sides show.”
Kelly smiles as she plays with her straw. “And what about you and Gunner? What’s going on there?”
“Uh, nothing?”
“Oh, please. With the way you two go at each other, you could light a room on fire. There has to be something.”
This morning flashes through my mind and how I woke up turned the fuck on and fingered myself while he rubbed his dick against my ass. Then I ran out of bed like my ass was on fire, only to get myself off in the bathroom before walking in on him coming all over his stomach. Fuck, I get wet just thinking about it.
“That, what were you just thinking about right now?” she asks, pointing at my face.
My eyes flash toward Gunner and see that he’s already looking my way. He raises a brow.
Shit.
I clear my throat. “Seriously, nothing is going on. We just get off on giving one another hell.”
“But you want there to be something.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Is he attractive? Sure, but I’m also ninety-nine percent sure I would suffocate him with a pillow if he pissed me off, and I have too many responsibilities to go to jail.”
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think the lady doth protest too much.”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m not a lady, I’m one of the guys.”
Kelly laughs. “Oh, please.”
“Anyway…tell me about this club the guys have. They’ve kept me in the dark, which was fine, but if I’m here, I think I should know something, right?”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything, everything.”
She leans forward and lowers her voice. “So, like, everyone here is the real thing. These guys aren’t investment bankers, playing at being bad boys on the weekends. Everyone has a different reason as to why they joined. Like Smoke, for example. His dad was the president of an MC in Boston that his grandfather started, and when his dad died, he left it to Smoke’s brother, Ghost. Smoke decided to leave and start his own chapter. It’s all he’s ever known, and he loves the life. It runs through his veins. If he didn’t have the brotherhood, it would be like missing a limb.”
“Brotherhood?” I ask as I take a drink.
Kelly nods. “These guys aren’t just friends. They are brothers. They would do anything for each other. Hell, several of them came with Smoke from the mother chapter when he left. Your boy Gunner being one of them.”
“He’s not my boy,” I say, but she ignores me.
“Smoke might be the president, but those original guys built our chapter together. Smoke makes sure to listen to all of his board, but the original four that came with him, he takes their opinions a little more seriously than the others.”
“Who were the other four?”
“It was Smoke, Gunner, Mac, Bear, and Tank who moved here together.”
I think about when I’ve seen the five of them together, and it makes sense. When Smoke is around Jagger and Fox, it’s clear he’s the boss, but when he’s with Gunner or Bear, it’s almost as if he looks at them as equals.
I go to take a drink only to frown when I realize it’s empty.
Shit. When did that happen?
Before I can even say anything about it, another glass is set in front of me. I look up and see Gunner is standing on the other side of the table, placing glasses in front of both myself and Kelly.
“Thanks, Gunner,” Kelly chirps.
“You’re welcome, Kels.”
“Thanks,” I say softly.
Gunner doesn’t tell me I’m welcome but nods and walks away.
Kelly makes a noise, making me look her way.
“What?”
“How does it feel to live in denial?”
“I’m not,” I lie.
“Sure, you’re not. Look, all I’ll say is that you two clearly want each other, whether you’re willing to admit it or not, but if you give each other a chance, I think you could be explosive. Just think of all the orgasms you could be having.”
For the second time during this conversation, I think about his cock. Fuck, it looked so much better than the dildo I had in high school.
“It will never happen,” I say more to myself than her.
“Hey, it’s your coochie that you’re depriving, not mine. Now how about we finish these drinks and give these guys something to look at by shaking our asses on the dance floor?”
“Bottoms up,” I say as I raise my glass and drink.
She moves like sin. Like she’s Freya, the Norse goddess of sex, reincarnated.
Gone is the girl who is one of the guys at the shop, and in her place is a woman who doesn’t know how many men are looking her way, imagining her moving just like she is without her clothes on.
She has my cock so hard, I feel like she’s edging me, and I’m sure as hell not the only one who feels that way.
Sloane throws her head back and laughs at something Kelly says as they dance.
“Fuck me,” Smoke grunts next to me. “Those two should not be allowed to hang out together.”
“No shit. Someone needs to tell them to stop before they start a war.” I run a hand over my mouth.
Shit, was I drooling?
“Yeah, I’m not telling her to stop. If Kelly wants to put on a show, I’ll let her as long as everyone knows who she belongs to.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m going to go dance with my girl, you coming?”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond before he takes off, weaving his way through the crowd. Kelly lights up and throws her arms around him when he pulls her in close. Sloane smiles as she takes a step back and keeps on dancing.
Her hips sway as she dips lower with her arms above her head. Scanning the bar, I see that she has the attention of every single male and even the attention of some men and women who are clearly taken.
Fuck it.
I push my way through the crowd toward her. When she’s within reach, I grab her hand, spinning her around until she hits my chest. Sloane gasps, and when she looks up, she smiles.
“Hey there, big guy, you coming to show me your moves?” Her eyes are glazed over slightly as she leans into me, still moving her body against mine.
“Are you drunk, Trouble?”
Sloane scoffs and tries to break out of my hold, but I don’t let her.
“I’m not drunk. Is it wrong to have a good time?”
“No, it isn’t.”
She leans into me and pulls on the ends of my beard. “Are you going to make me go back to the house?”
“Not yet. Now are we going to dance or what?”
Her eyes light up as she smiles wickedly.
She throws one arm over my shoulder while the other cups the side of my neck. Her legs spread slightly, allowing me to place my leg between hers. She tilts her head back and presses her chest into mine as she sways, her hair cascading behind her. Unable to help myself, one hand leaves her hip, and I gather her hair into my fist and pull.
Sloane’s eyes shoot open, full of desire as she gasps.
“You like your hair being pulled?” I ask gruffly, trying to keep myself in check.
“Apparently I do. Who knew?”
I did.
I pull her up against me and bring my lips to the shell of her ear. Gently, I tug on her hair again, making her moan. Her little fist pulls on my beard, making me grunt.
“You shouldn’t make sounds like that where every man can hear you.”
“Gunner,” she whimpers as she rubs herself against my thigh.
“Do you know how sexy you are? You have every man in here wishing they were me. That it was their body you were rubbing against. They think you look like a woman who will be their good girl, when we both know you’re not. You’re a mouthy little thing who fucking thrives on being reprimanded, don’t you, Trouble?”
“I’m not trouble,” she rasps.
I continue on as if she didn’t say anything. “What they don’t know is it’s me who gets to take you home and tuck you into bed before crawling in next to you. They don’t know it was me who you rubbed your ass against this morning and thought about in the shower as you got yourself off. They don’t know it was my name on your tongue that you wanted to call out as you came but instead you bit your lip or that I got off just as you did.”
She pulls back slightly. “I need you take me back to the house and fuck me.”
I chuckle and nip at her ear. “That’s not going to happen tonight.”
She tries to pull out of my hold, but I don’t let her. “Stop toying with me. If you’re not going to fuck me, I’ll find someone else who will.”
I pull her harder into my body and rub my cock against her hip, making her gasp. “Trust me, Sloane, I want to fuck you even though I shouldn’t, but that’s not going to happen tonight. I’m not going to let you come all over my tongue and milk my cock dry for you to regret it because you were drunk. If you still want me in the morning, we can talk about it then.”
She raises a brow. “Are you really turning me down because I’ve had a few drinks?”
“Yes.”
“Who knew you had a moral compass?” she mumbles as she rubs against my thigh a little harder.
“Trust me, it’s a shock to me. Now be a good girl and get yourself off so I can take you home and tuck you in.”
“Will you cuddle me, daddy ?” she quips as her hips stutter.
“Only if you’re a good girl,” I say as I take over her movements.
It doesn’t take long until she’s coming all over my thigh with her face buried in my neck.
Goddamn.
Knowing I got her off without touching her shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“You ready?” I ask gruffly.
Sloane nods, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I scan the crowd and see both Smoke and Kelly smiling at us like they know something we don’t know.
Fuckers.
Sloane and I make the trip back to the house in silence, her face still buried against my chest. It fucking does something to me that she trusts me to lead her to where she needs to go.
When we get to the house, I go to cover her eyes once again, only for her to bite my hand.
“Brat,” I mumble.
“You like it.”
She shuts her eyes, and I lead her inside. Tank doesn’t even look our way from his spot on the recliner, where a woman bounces on his lap still fully clothed.
I lead her into the bedroom. “Go get ready for bed.”
Sloane pulls out of my arms, and I instantly miss her as she heads toward the bathroom. While she does what I told her to, I change. When she comes back, we change places. After pissing and brushing my teeth, I join her in bed.
Sloane scoots back until her ass is pressed against my cock, and she sighs sleepily. “I like it when you hold me. It feels nice not being alone.”
“Go to sleep, Trouble,” I mumble.
Fuck, my heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest. She slays me and she doesn’t even know it. She makes me want to change and be a better man, and I don’t know how I feel about it.