Chapter 9 Undertaker #2
It felt fucking right. Should have made me pause and consider the ramifications, but I didn’t. I wanted her body as close to mine as possible, and if we had the time, I’d be fucking her on this bike too.
No reason to deny the truth. I fucking hungered for this girl.
We exited the garage and headed out, merging onto the highway and out of Henderson, riding toward Vegas. The gym Crow sent me the address for was located in a strip mall in a shady part of the city. Well, shit, all of Vegas was fucking shady, but this area was known for crime and the sex trade.
I didn’t like bringing Callie, but it couldn’t be helped. I wasn’t leaving her outside or dropping her off. The only option remaining was to grasp her hand and lead her inside to the locker.
Once we found the gym and parked, I didn’t give her a chance to refuse, clasping her fingers tightly as we walked inside the door. No one stopped or questioned me. That probably had to do with the fact that the staff were fucking against the counter when we walked in.
Shit. Vegas wasn’t the city of sin. It was the cesspool of sex and the loss of inhibition. The stench of it saturated the air. My senses became overloaded with it as I fought my reaction.
My dick became engorged. Rigid, I resisted the urge to groan as tingles erupted along my shaft, spurring my lust. It had nothing to do with the couple on the counter or their moans.
No, this had everything to do with the girl beside me, who gasped but didn’t stop watching as we walked by. She bit her plump lower lip, and I could swear I saw her thighs clench together once.
I scanned the lockers, finding the number I needed. I released Callie’s hand long enough to dig out the key from the pocket of my cut, unlock the locker, and jump back as it began ticking.
No. Fucking. Way.
My protective instincts kicked in, and I threw my body in front of Callie, shielding her from whatever explosion would follow.
That motherfucking prick Undertaker would answer for this.
Shrapnel flew outward as I tackled her to the hard cement floor. My hand cradled the back of her hand as we landed on the hard ground. Above us, the sharp pieces of metal slammed into the lockers.
My heart raced as I cursed, pissed I didn’t use more caution. I should have suspected that Undertaker would use this as a ruse. He wanted us dead. Message fucking received.
That motherfucker just escalated the war between our clubs.
He almost hurt Callie. That pissed me off as I looked into her eyes, searching them for any hint that she was hurt.
“You okay?” I asked, cradling the side of her face. “Fuck.”
“I’m fine. Just a bit dazed.”
Yeah, I didn’t doubt it.
“Is it always like this?”
Her breathless question made me cringe. “Not always. But, yeah, sometimes, it is.”
I hauled her up and into my arms as I stood, wrapping my arms around her back and rubbing it awkwardly. I sucked at this shit. Comforting a woman was new ground for me.
“Hawk.”
“Yeah, love?”
“Can we go now?”
I snorted, lowering my chin to place a kiss on her forehead. Glancing into the locker, I noticed nothing had been in there but the explosive device that detonated when I opened the fucking thing. “Yeah. We can leave.”
Cautious, I led her back through the gym, noting that the couple at the front desk never moved, still getting it on as we rushed by them.
Fucking hell. Only in Vegas.
I REACHED FOR THE HELMET on Callie’s head, unbuckling the strap before lifting it off as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. The wind had kicked up, swirling sand in the air. We finally made it back to the clubhouse and I needed to get Callie inside to safety.
She glanced at the exterior of The Roost.
“I need to talk to Crow once we’re inside. Will you be alright?”
“Sure.” Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. A sign she felt anxious. “How long will that take?”
“I can’t say for certain. I’m not leaving the chapel until we have a plan.”
She gave me a funny look. “Okay. I trust you, Hawk.”
I didn’t doubt it.
“C’mon, beautiful. I want to introduce you to the club.”
Inside, the packed bar had come alive. My brothers settled around the leather sofas or the pool tables, shooting pocket billiards and slinging back shots.
Club girls strutted through the crowd, hoping to snare one of them for the night.
It struck me that I usually played that game and enjoyed flirting until I picked which one of them I wanted to fuck.
None of it interested me tonight.
I held Callie’s hand tighter, pulling her against my side. The thought of her gaining attention irritated me. She wasn’t a sweet butt or an easy piece of ass. No one would disrespect her or get the wrong idea because I planned to make it clear from the fucking start.
“Hawk!”
I didn’t notice who called my name until Claw appeared. His drunk ass stumbled, one arm slung around a blonde named Josie. I’d fucked her at least twice in the last couple of months and hoped she kept her mouth shut.
“Hey, Hawk,” she greeted, smiling with those bright red lips nearly all of my brothers had wrapped around their dick at one point or another. She could suck a golf ball through a hose but, for the first time, that shit disgusted me.
“Man, where you been?” Claw asked, squinting at me like he couldn’t make his eyes open. Too damn high to do shit about it or care either.
Laughing, I shook my head. “Ridin’.”
“Hi, Hawk.”
Another soft, slightly higher-pitched voice called my name. The redhead it belonged to popped out her hip, giving Callie a bold perusal.
“Serenity.”
Christ. I’d fucked her against every wall in the clubhouse two weeks ago. She loved sex out in the open and in front of anyone who wanted to watch.
Please don’t say a fucking word to my woman.
“Where have ya been, Hawk, baby?”
Serenity’s best friend and often sexual partner linked her arm through Jay’s as they walked up to us. Tink winked as I tried to hold in a groan.
Goddamn. I was a fucking man whore. This proved it.
Never gave a fuck about it either until I saw the pink color dusting Callie’s cheeks, and she released my hand. I guess it wasn’t too hard to figure out these women had seen my dick on multiple occasions. Hell, I slept with some of them at the same time.
Jay just grinned, watching the drama unfold.
Asshole.
“Hawk!” Crow shouted, his voice drowning out the music. “We need to talk before church.” His gaze fell on Callie, and he sighed. “The sooner, the better.”
Well, shit. Pres wasn’t happy with me.
“Be right there,” I hollered back as he walked to his office carrying a bottle of Jack.
“Hey,” I began, tilting Callie’s chin so her eyes met mine. “I’ll explain what’s happening to Crow. Shouldn’t be long.”
“Fine.”
Fuck. She was pissed, probably because of the club girls.
“Listen, my goddess. There ain’t a single woman in this room who compares to you. You’re right here.” I tapped my head and my heart. “You feel me?”
She released a shaky breath. “Maybe.”
I lowered my head, capturing her mouth in a sultry kiss that I purposely poured enough passion into to make those muffler bunnies back off. No room for doubt. Callie was mine.
A few whistles erupted, and some lewd comments followed.
I lifted my middle finger, flipping the room off.
Callie shook her head when we parted. “You’re crazy.”
“Only about you.”
I reached into my cut, pulling out my keys. “Have a drink or whatever you want while you wait. You can go to my room too if you need a break from the party. It’s the third door on the right on the second floor. Stairs are at the end of the hall.”
She accepted the keys, dropping them into the purse she always wore, the strap resting across her chest from shoulder to hip. “I think I can manage.”
Yeah, I knew she could.
“I’ll look for Bree. We need to catch up.”
Searching her eyes, I couldn’t help feeling she was sent into my life for a reason. Maybe fate. Who knew?
But all I could think about as I walked away was how those gray eyes saw the real me, and she hadn’t run yet.