Chapter 3
Rex
Lena has been living at my place for two days, and it’s already driving me wild.
Every time I see her, it takes all of my self-control not to grab her and kiss her, to ravage her the way I crave.
Of course, I noticed her beauty the moment she came rushing at me into the road.
Her shapely thighs and round ass in those lace panties were enough to make any man stop, but I also wanted to protect her.
She was so scared. Once I got her out of harm’s way, a feistier side that I didn’t expect to see came out, and I was intrigued.
Since she’s been staying at mine, my attraction to her has only grown.
My senses are filled with her, and it’s driving me crazy since I can’t make a move.
After all, she’s here for protection against her would-be rapist. I doubt she’s interested in hooking up with me, not to mention the fact that she probably thinks I’m too old for her.
She probably sees me as a father figure.
I can’t believe she’s only nineteen. She looks and acts much more mature.
I know every creepy old dude who’s attracted to a younger woman says that, but it’s true.
From the little she’s told me about her past, I know she grew up in foster care, which means she didn’t ever truly get to be a kid.
I should know, I’m an ex-foster kid too, though I wasn’t in the system as long as she was.
True to her word, Lena has insisted on earning her keep, so my house is spotless.
When my roommates and best friends, Cole, Judge, and Doc, return from their trip, they won’t recognize the place.
A small part of me is grateful for the alone time with Lena.
I know they’re gonna be as into her as I am.
But as much as I’m happy to share women with them, I want Lena to myself for now.
It’s safe to say I’m hooked.
Tank’s old lady, Amanda, was only too happy to take Lena under her wing and donate some clothes for her to wear.
She drops around most days for a coffee and a chat with Lena.
I love watching how Lena brightens in her presence, laughing and smiling.
She always seems tense around me, like she’s ready to run at the slightest movement.
I guess, given what she had to put up with working at the Iron Vultures clubhouse, and what that asshole Zeke almost did to her, she’s probably scared of men. I can’t blame her.
Thankfully, the bruises on her arms and neck are fading.
Every time I saw them, I wanted to get on my bike and ride over to beat Zeke to a pulp.
If the guys were here, I’d do it, but as it stands, Cole left me in charge, and we’re already on the verge of an all-out war with the Iron Vultures, so I can’t risk escalating the situation.
Lena always flinches when she sees my murderous expression when I think of what he tried to do, and I feel guilty.
I don’t want to scare her—quite the opposite.
But I don’t know how to be gentle. I’m gruff, abrupt, and a little bit too grumpy, or so I’ve been told.
I keep fucking it up when I try to talk to her.
I’m getting ready to go to the clubhouse.
As usual, I can’t get Lena out of my head, and I frustratedly stroke my cock in the shower to thoughts of her hot body, imagining what it would be like to taste her, to caress those perfect curves, to be inside her.
My hand is moving faster when suddenly there’s a knock at my door.
Groaning I turn off the water and get out, wrapping a towel around my waist, my cock still semi-hard, before heading to answer it.
Leah stands there looking devastating in a simple yet classic black dress that hugs her figure.
Her blonde hair is loose and still a little damp.
She’s also put on heavier makeup for a change, with kohl highlighting her green eyes, and her pouty lips are stained a berry shade.
Her eyes widen as she notices I’m only wearing a towel, and I don’t think I’m imagining the look of desire that crosses her face.
“Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?” she asks, her cheeks flushing.
“Not at all, what’s up?”
“I was wondering if maybe I could come to the bar with you tonight, I’m feeling a bit cooped up.”
It’s a fair request—one that I’m not surprised by, given how she’s dressed to go out and the fact that she hasn’t left the house much since she got here.
She needed time to process what happened, and I didn’t know how the rest of the club would react to someone who was affiliated with our enemy being here.
“Sure, just give me five to finish getting ready, I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?” Her eyes linger for a second on my cock, and I can’t stop myself from adding, “Unless you want me to drop this towel and give you the best fuck of your life instead?”
Lena’s eyes fly open in surprise as she quickly looks at me to see how serious I’m being, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look…
god… sorry,” she stammers. “I’ll let you finish getting ready,” she says, rushing off downstairs before I can let her know I wasn’t kidding. Not one bit.
Maybe a less direct approach might be necessary if blunt honesty has scared her off.
“Ready?” I ask as I get downstairs to find Lena perched awkwardly on the couch, waiting.
“As I’ll ever be,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Do you think people will judge me, you know, because I worked for the enemy,” she asks, anxiously tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Some might,” I reply honestly, not wanting to lie to her. “But fuck ‘em. You’re with me, and if I say you’re good, that’s all that matters. No one will say or do anything to you. For the most part, people will understand that it was just a job.”
“God no,” she says with a shudder. “Trust me, I’d have left there a long time ago if I had any other options.”
I nod, satisfied that she’s telling the truth. “Come on then, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and I could definitely use a drink.”
She nods, giving me a smile as she follows me outside.
My place is next door to the clubhouse, so we walk.
As we reach the front, some prospects are standing outside and they check her out with naked curiosity.
She seems nervous, so without thinking, I take her hand.
I’m not sure whether I do this because I want to comfort her or to show the guys she’s off limits, perhaps both.
She seems surprised, but she doesn’t pull away.
I nod to them as we walk past, thankfully, they keep their thoughts to themselves.
The clubhouse is busy already, and many of the members greet us as we enter.
By now, I’m sure that everyone knows that an ex-Iron Vultures employee is staying with me, but everyone is polite and friendly toward Lena, for which I’m grateful.
Slowly, she starts to relax. By the time our food arrives, she seems the most at ease she’s been since she got here.
The conversation flows easily between us, and my focus is solely on her.
Whenever someone comes over to say hello, I feel irritated by the interruption.
I don’t think I hide it well since most people catch on and leave quickly.
My attraction to Lena only grows throughout the evening as I realize that not only is she a stone-cold hottie, but she’s also smart and funny—the total package.
I don’t think I’m kidding myself to say that the conversation is flirtatious either.
“Those onion rings look good,” she says, eyeing my plate.
“Try one,” I reply, pushing my plate closer to her.
She leans over to pluck one from my plate, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage. She catches me looking and grins, “Guess I’m not the only one with wandering eyes,” she quips with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I shrug and smile back at her. “I’m just a man, and therefore helpless in the face of such beauty.”
Her cheeks flush, something I’m starting to love about her, as well as the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that she tries and fails to hide.
She doesn’t shy away from me now. Instead, she looks me in the eye as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste in a way that makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“That’s a damn good onion ring,” she says.
I’m about to comment on kissing and the taste of onions, hinting about us hooking up, when I hear a familiar voice behind me, the last person I wanted to see tonight.
“Rex, who’s your little friend?”
“Mary Beth,” I say, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice as I look up at her. As usual, she’s scantily dressed, showing off her flat stomach and skinny legs. “This is Lena, a new friend.”
I don’t elaborate on the situation. I know Mary Beth is fully aware of who Lena is and that she’s staying with me.
We hooked up with Mary Beth a couple of times.
I know she was hoping to be my old lady, but honestly, I regret sleeping with her.
She’s vain, vindictive, and jealous, and just not right for me at all.
“Oh yes, the Iron Vultures club girl that’s staying with you. I wonder what the others will have to say about that little development when they get back,” she says pointedly.
“Luckily, that’s not your concern. Now, if you don’t mind, we’re eating,” I say, dismissing her.
I’m sure it’s not lost on Lena that even though she’s been the subject of conversation, Mary Beth hasn’t acknowledged or even looked at her once.
Mary Beth scowls at me but knows better than to push her luck. “Enjoy. It was nice to meet you, Lena,” she adds disingenuously before sashaying off.
“She seems…” Lena starts, looking at Mary Beth with a furrowed brow.
“Like a total bitch?” I offer.
Lena snort-laughs and smiles. “You said it, not me,” she says, breaking the tension, and we resume our conversation.