Chapter Twenty-Five
S he bent her head, hiding her surprise he knew about the visual. “I’ll take a Corona, please.”
The man snorted at her choice. She frowned, wondering what was wrong with a Corona. It wasn’t like she’d ordered a White Claw for fuck’s sake.
Duke asked for the same as King. The four of them turned their backs to the bar, talking as if all was normal. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. When she finished her drink, she placed the bottle on the bar. Another bottle appeared.
“Oh, I don’t want another.” She smiled at the bartender.
He nodded toward the drink. “On the house.”
Duke turned around and grabbed the drink, plucking the piece of fruit from the end. “I’ll drink it if you don’t want it.”
Hose stopped walking, turning back to face them. His throat worked as if he tried to swallow. “Ah, let me get you a fresh one.”
He reached for the one in Duke’s hand.
“Nah, this one is fine. You didn’t spit in it, did you, Sutton?” Duke asked, winking at her.
She shook her head, thinking he’d lost his mind since his tone had gone hard.
“I didn’t touch it, swear.”
“How ’bout you, Hose, did you spit in it?” Duke set the entire bottle down onto the wood surface with a bang, making liquid splash over his hand.
Hose backed up until he hit the wall behind him. “I didn’t have a choice, man. He’s got my ole’ lady and kids.”
T-Rex moved in on Hose’s right while Hollywood boxed him in on his left.
“Someone took your family, and you didn’t think to come to me or Duke, or fuck, one of the others in the brotherhood? You’re a fucking prospect. You know how shit goes around here. We protect our own, and you, by extension, are one of us. We’d have protected your family. Instead, you were ready to sell one of ours. For what reason? Do you actually think they were going to let your woman and kid go? You’re a fucking idiot,” King roared.
Hose shook his head back and forth. “I got a picture of her and my kid tied up two hours ago, man. Fuck, I didn’t know what else to do.” He fell to his knees.
“Bring him to the conference room. Keys, you get that?” King’s cell rang. The President pulled his phone out, talking quickly as he and the others walked away. Sutton fell onto a barstool, stunned.
What the hell just happened?
“I need to go with them to see what’s going on. Stay here with T-Rex, please.” Kendrick kissed her temple.
“Don’t worry, she won’t leave my sight.”
“Are they going to help his family?” she whispered.
T-Rex grunted. A nonanswer if there ever was one.
“Did he drug that drink?” she asked, nodding toward the beer on the counter.
The big man pounded his fist on the wood surface until another bartender scurried over. “Dump this down the drain. Try not to touch the liquid or lid, then toss the bottle into the trash. Get our girl here a glass of orange juice, would ya?”
“You’re really good at taking care of women who fall apart. Tell your wife thank you for me.”
He grunted. “You can tell her yourself. Here she comes.”
“There you are. Always off at the bar, hitting on hot women. Hey, lady doc. How you doing?”
The woman settled between T-Rex’s legs. If Sutton hadn’t already known, then the display by the other woman would’ve told her he belonged to her.
Sutton picked up a glass of orange juice, hiding her grin before responding. “Hi, Lux. You’ve trained him well.”
Lux rolled her eyes. “He’s still a work in progress.”
T-Rex lifted Lux off her feet, setting her on the counter. She squealed, making several heads turn. “You keep running your mouth, ma chérie, and I’ll have to put something in it,” he warned.
Lux bent forward, her long dark hair hiding half her face from Sutton. She turned away, giving them a semblance of privacy to study the crowd. A song she recognized began playing by Bad Omens, The Death Of Peace. The words resonated deep within her soul. Hell, one of her favorite lines made her think of Kendrick. The way you fuck, the way you taste. Like in the lyrics when it says when the curtains call the time , she knew they would both be satisfied. Kendrick wasn’t a man who left a woman wanting, in or out of the bedroom.
“Want to dance?” Lux asked.
She jumped. “What?”
“Come on. We can request anything we want.” Lux tugged her toward the DJ booth. “What’s your poison? Some country shit or PINK? Please don’t tell me you’re a Britney fan.” Lux stopped in front of the setup with speakers on each side. The guy looked down at them, his eyes going to Lux first, then Sutton.
“Do you have Falling In Reverse, Bad Guy?” Sutton yelled over the music he was blaring.
His eyes widened, a grin splitting his face. “Fuck yeah, I do. Give me a second.”
Lux’s brows went up. “Well, alrighty then. Let’s do this.”
They moved onto the nearly empty dance floor. As soon as the song began playing, Sutton watched several eyes turn to them. She started singing along. Her head bobbed with her arms in the air. Lux joined her, their voices rising as they jumped up and down, playing air guitar and shouting Fuck your feelings, there I said it. If I’m a loser, and you don’t like me, I dropped a pin now. Come and try me. And I’m the bad guy. They call me crazy.
She looked around, noticing several other women joining them, jumping up and down, making their very own mosh pit on the dance floor. When the song finished, the DJ began playing Sick by Adelitas Way.
Oh, she was going to have a headache come tomorrow, but dammit, she loved letting go.
“Can I have this dance?” Kendrick asked.
Darkside by Neoni played. The music wasn’t slow or fast, but damn, he pulled her into his body. She let him guide her. Or rather, he took control. He pulled her arms up to rest on his shoulders. One of his legs slid between both of hers, creating a delicious sensation, sending need throughout her. They moved around the packed dance floor. She wasn't sure how long she and Lux had been dancing. It felt as though they’d just stepped out onto the empty space, yet she knew it had been some time. A quick glance around, she noticed her friend wrapped around T-Rex.
“Eyes on me, Passerotta. Did you enjoy dancing and turning all these men on while I was away?” he asked, spinning them in a circle, his thigh rubbing against her core.
She gulped, needing him to move that thick leg a little harder against her.
“I didn’t do any such thing.” She said in her most prim voice.
KENDRICK HELD BACK a chuckle. He needed to blow off steam after—closing off thoughts of everything except the feel of her riding his leg with each move they made kept him level. Of course, showing Sutton actions had consequences became paramount. The moment his gaze latched onto her sexy little ass, shaking with each beat of the music, he noticed several other men watching her. She needed to remember who she belonged to. Hell, they both needed to remember who she belonged to.
Fuck, his dick was so damn hard.
He slid his hand down her front, cupping her with one while the other he wrapped around her throat. Kendrick didn’t squeeze. Not yet. He let her feel his touch in both places. Keys told him how the entire time she and Lux danced, the DJ had been eye-fucking what was Kendrick’s. He narrowed his eyes, letting the man look, showing him what he would never have. Sutton.
Sutton tilted her head back, looking over her shoulder at him. “You dance extremely well. Not that it’s a shocker or anything. I mean, hello. A man who fucks like you obviously should know how to dance.”
His hand tightened around her throat. “Is that so?”
She attempted to nod.
His grip prevented the movement with ease. “Absolutely. Oh God, if you keep doing that, I might come without you doing anything else. How fucked up is that?”
He spun her around to face him, lifting her. “Son of a bitch, Sutton. Are you trying to make me lose what little control I have right now?”
She wrapped those long legs he loved around his hips, locking them around his back. “Mmm, that sounds good. I’m pretty sure we could find a dark corner or empty room somewhere close to satisfy us both quickly.”
With one arm banded under her ass, he used his free hand to tug her head back. “Woman, I need more than a quicky to satisfy the urges I have right now.”
“If you two are going to fuck, you might want to take it somewhere a little more private. Of course, there’s a lot of fornication that happens right here in the clubhouse for all eyes to see. However, I have a feeling neither of you is into that much exhibitionism.”
Kendrick looked over at Duke, unable to stop grinning. Hell, these men didn’t know shit about him. While he didn’t partake in sharing women while at one of the many BDSM clubs he frequented, it wasn’t due to any qualms about fucking, getting sucked, or watching others doing the same.
A shiver from Sutton made his smile disappear. He didn’t know her limits. Hell, they hadn’t spoken about the lifestyle he liked. Sure, he’d shown her a few things. They’d skirted the subject.
“I’m going to take Sutton back to the cabin. Thanks for your help tonight.”
Duke nodded as he and his ole’ lady continued to grind together on the dance floor.
“Are you going to put me down?” Sutton asked.
He pulled her head to his shoulder without answering. “You feel good in my arms.”
“I like it here, too. You going to tell me what happened?”
Kendrick let out a gust of air. “When we get to the cabin.”
Andre fell in step beside them. “I’ll drive you back and come back up to the clubhouse for the night so the two of you can have some alone time.”
“Sounds good.”
King waved at them from the bar where he stood talking to Keys. Sutton lifted her head. “Is that the elusive all-seeing eyes guy?”
“You mean Keys? Then, yes, that would be him. The woman next to him is his wife. Her name is Palmer. They have two kids and another on the way.”
“They must have a prerequisite that all the men in this club be hot, tattooed, and built like brick shit houses. I’ve literally never seen so many men who look like they stepped off of GQ mixed with Ink Masters in my entire life. You, of course, top the list of hottest of them all, though. Oh god, I need to shut up. This is what happens when I’m running on lack of sleep. I have no filter.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“You just saved yourself a spanking with that last bit, baby girl.”
“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it, and you wouldn’t like doing it to me. Remember, I like the feel of your hand on my ass, and you like looking at it. I enjoyed it when you spanked my pussy, though.”
“Holy fuck. I’ve created a monster.”
She lifted her head, nipping his chin. “Your little monster.”
“I’ve been calling you Passerotta, which means little sparrow. I think I’ll have to start calling you Mostriciattola for little monster.”
Her grin was wide and full of pleasure. “I like that.”
He pulled her head back to his neck. “You would. I have a feeling you’re definitely going to be my everything.”
She giggled.
His little monster. His woman. His—everything. What would she think if she realized he was the real monster after she learned he was holding her with the same hands that just killed a man and a woman without remorse?