Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
CLEO
Damn, how can a man looking at you set your blood on fire and have your pussy weeping?
War has been watching me all night and from the frown that dipped behind his glasses, he is not a fan of me talking to Sniper.
The man next to me is holding my attention for the most part, but there is something about War that keeps pulling me to look at him.
I am unable to control myself from looking in his direction, or feel the heat from his stare.
I have been with men who look like War before, with their storm-cloud eyes and tightly coiled tempers, hiding all softness behind a wall of scorn and moody silences.
They draw you in with a promise of love and tender care, of secrets only you both share, but then leave you hollow, gas-lighted, scraping together what little energy and confidence that you have left to leave.
I know what it means to be devoured by that kind of man, to be nothing more than a passing distraction, a name he forgets to remember.
But War… there’s something in him that makes me realize he would never hurt me. Any and all women are safe with him.
Or am I just chasing another shadow, doomed to be fucked over and left with nothing more than a sliver of myself in its place?
“I heard you belong to another MC?” Sniper’s voice pulls my attention back to him.
He is good-looking like guy, like the rest of the men in the club. He has short up top, shaved at the sides dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes that hold a dark, sinister feel to them.
The way he tilts his head when he speaks to me, like he is assessing what I am saying to him, as if trying to work out lies from truth. Most would be surprised by this questioning, but I am not because Sniper is the club’s enforcer, so he is the one who steps up to protect the club at all costs.
“I never said I belonged to one; I simply stated that I know how MCs like to party, but I do tattoo some club members,” I explain, not giving away the Rugged Skulls MC.
“You ink?”
“I do; plus, I pierce. Maybe you should come to Phoenix and let me stick you some time.” I wink.
He looks at me, his lips twitching a fraction.
“I bet you would love to get a hold of my big cock and stick me with a needle. Damn, I would come all over your hand from the pain alone, sweetheart.”
My eyes widen, and my lips part in shock that he just said that but not from being offended, oh hell no. Sniper is a fucking hoot.
I burst out laughing and fuck me, a smile graces his lips, and damn, this man is fucking sexy. I reach for him, my balance leaving for a split second, and his eyes go wide, so I quickly snatch my hand back.
“Sorry.”
It is like the shutters lift and he nods.
“No harm.” With that he leaves, my body deflating that I have upset him, maybe triggered something.
In Sniper’s eyes you can see that the man has felt pain like most have not.
“CLEO, come dance,” is called.
I turn to look at the girls dancing. Taya is twerking, Steffy is spanking her ass, and Lottie is filming it. The scene makes me laugh.
Rushing across the room, I join the girls. With each thump of bass, I let go more, my laughter bubbling out as Taya pulls me to her. Then she twerks against me, making me laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
Steffy is all wild hair and grins; Lottie is spinning her phone to catch us from every angle. We’re chaos, and laughter, and loving every second of it. I toss my head back, lifting my hair off my neck, feeling both sexy and free.
But I can feel him—War’s gaze, silent and carved out of stone, from his corner, a shadow among shadows. It sends a thrill down my spine, makes my movements bolder, hips swaying just a little deeper, arms lifted higher.
I lock eyes with him for just a heartbeat, and there’s something molten in his stare, something that makes my skin tingle and my smile turn wicked.
I dance for me, I dance for the girls, but most of all, tonight, I dance for him.
“He can’t keep his eyes off you,” Taya says.
Licking my lips, loving that I have his attention, I take him in, leaning against the bar, his biceps bulging as they lean on the bar top.
“He is fucking hot,” she adds, making my gaze snap to hers, and she winks.
“You have a man.”
“Oh, I know and I love him; plus, have you seen Smoke? My man is fucking fine and fucks like a porn star, but, baby, I am not dead. I can appreciate a sexy man and War is sex on a stick. He oozes sex appeal and he has that broody mystery vibe going on.”
I nod to her, because she is right.
When I first laid eyes on him, I thought he was hot and mysterious. Someone who could fuck me hard all night and leave the next morning, just how I like it.
“I’d ride him,” slips free.
Taya hoots, clapping her hands before she spins me and we are dancing again. I look over my shoulder, and see that War has removed his sunglasses and holy shitballs. His eyes.
“Damn,” I mutter.
He smirks, knowing that me seeing his eyes for the first time mesmerizes me.
“Girl, if you do not hit that, I will.”
My head spins to look at Tiffany, my eyes narrowed, and a sense of jealousy sweeps through me.
Jealousy has never been an emotion that I let myself feel. Since Pato, I’ve learned to let things slide, to let those petty sparks drift overhead instead of searing me from the inside out.
It’s an emotion that isn’t worth the energy it demands to fester. But now, with War’s gaze fixed on me and Tiffany’s playful challenge in the air, I feel something old and unfamiliar stirring in my chest. My heart kicks up a beat, looking at my friend.
I glance back at War, drawn in by the storm in his eyes, and for once, instead of brushing away the feeling, I let it simmer, just for a moment. It feels foreign, and I am not sure how to handle it.
Tiffany sees the look on my face and her smile brightens.
“He has been watching you since you stepped foot into the clubhouse; go and get him. Get fucked hard and fast by a biker, sweets.”
“Something feels different,” I blurt out. Tiffany frowns at me, inching closer.
“Why? Do you get a bad feeling from him? If you do, then find another biker to ride, honey.”
I am already shaking my head. “No it’s not that, just a pull between us. I have never felt it before. It is freaking me out because we have not spoken yet; he has just watched me.”
I look back to War and see him finish his drink and push off the bar.
My heart kicks up when he starts walking in my direction.
Hell, he does not walk, he fucking struts, full of swagger and confidence like he owns the room.
“That’s my cue to leave. Call if you need us,” I hear Tif say, but I can’t take my eyes off the man coming toward me.
My heart beats hard in my chest, matching his every step as he gets closer.
The music and chatter from the room fade as he steps to me. His imposing body blocks out everything and everyone, and it is like we are the only two people in the room.
“Been watching you all fucking night, and you are driving me and my cock wild, baby.”
“Shit,” I gush, making him grin.
“I think you knew what you were doing. You planned on coming here tonight and bewitching someone into taking you hard and dirty, didn’t you, baby?”
I nod, licking my lips, my voice surrendering over to him. He inches closer, eliminating the last bit of space between us.
His hands go to my hips, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Dance for me, Cleo.” My name on his tongue is like something I have never heard before.
He spins me, pressing tightly against my back, his big, hard cock pressed against my butt.
Oh God, it feels good to be this close to him, my body moving with his, both of us getting lost in the music.
“You feel good against my cock, baby. I bet it would feel even better buried inside of you.”
I soak in his words, letting my body take over and feeling whatever this man wants me to feel.