Chapter 9 #2
She was still banging her head on the top of the bar.
What. The. Fuck.
Then, when Kourt moved to poke at her again, I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. Silently telling her to stop.
Once she seemed to get my meaning, I asked, “Kimber?”
She stopped banging her head, then twisted her neck and looked up at me.
“Yeah, handsome?” she asked.
I chuckled, I’d get back to the handsome part later, therefore, I asked, “You know Kourt?”
She sighed, “Unfortunately.”
“Umm, yeah. No. That would be me. What the fuck are you doing here?” Kourt asked with her hand on her hip.
Kimber sighed, then lifted her head, and looked at Kourt, “I think the real question is what are you doing here?”
Kourt glared, “This is where I belong. Now answer me. What are you doing here?”
Kimber sighed, then looked at Merlin, “If I give you a kiss on the cheek, can you make this whole day disappear?”
Merlin lifted a brow.
“Kimber!” Kourt screeched.
Kimber’s shoulders scrunched, “Jesus, can you not. Your voice already sounds like nails on a chalkboard, but this is even worse.”
A few brothers chuckled, and I knew they were in agreement.
We only kept Kourt around because of her skills with her mouth.
One I’ve never experienced, and now, well, I wouldn’t be.
Because I was going to make Kimber mine.
Merlin leaned on the bar and asked Kimber, “The whole day?”
Kimber nodded, then shook her head.
He chuckled, “Well, which is it?”
“Make everything about before I walked into the bar disappear, and make my sister go away. Can you do that?”
He winked, “Would if I could on the first of what you said, but I can make the last of what you said happen.”
Then he looked at Kourt, “Find somewhere else to be. Now.”
“But...” Kourt started.
Merlin lifted a brow.
Kourt huffed and stalked off.
Then Kimber asked, “Bathroom. I need to pee.”
I chuckled, “Come on, beautiful. I’ll take you.”
I stood up and offered her my hand.
And the look on her face at my words, I wanted to brand into the deepest part of my brain so I would never forget it.
“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked.
I winked as I helped her stand. “I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
She chuckled, then hiccupped, then shared, “I think the alcohol did something to my hearing.”
A few of the brothers growled at her statement, and a few chuckled.
But I did neither.
I brought my hand up and cupped the side of her face, then I told her, “I’ll tell you what I said again when you're sober. Now come on, let’s get you to the bathroom.”
Then I led her out of the main part of the clubhouse, up the stairs, down to the right, and to the last door on the left.
Why I led her in this direction, well, I only had one excuse.
She was mine and, therefore, was going to be in my space.
I tagged my key, unlocked the door, opened it, led her inside, and then showed her where the bathroom was.
See, the clubhouse was an old hotel of sorts after we remodeled it in reds, blacks, and whites, and thankfully, each room had its own bathroom.
It was the main reason we had chosen this location when we started this MC twenty-seven years ago.
After she stepped away from me, I leaned against the wall.
But before I could really do that, she stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder at me, “Umm, Grey?”
I lifted a brow, “Yeah, babe?”
She swallowed, “Can you help me out of this dress, and maybe find something for me to change into. Please?”
I winked.
It would be my pleasure to undress you, baby girl.
I didn’t share that.
And I wouldn’t until she was sober and could remember every minute of the moment, I made my intentions toward her crystal fucking clear.
I stepped forward, bent at the waist, and helped her out of her dress by undoing the corset thing at the back.
The top of her head came up to my chin.
Once I was sure the material was loose enough, I moved to my chest of drawers, opened the top, pulled out a tee, then opened the bottom drawer and grabbed a pair of sweats.
I could feel her eyes on me as I moved around my room, and I liked it.
A whole hell of a lot.
Once I handed the clothes to her, she gave me a soft smile, then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
I hadn’t realized that my bedroom door was open until I heard what Kimber described as a nails-on-a-chalkboard voice being said from my left.
“You like fat bitches? That’s why you’ve never taken me up on my offer?” she asked.
And at her words, something in me snapped.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pressed her to the wall.
Her eyes widened as she squeaked.
I got nose to nose with her and shared, “Talk about Kimber like that again, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.” My head tilted to the side. “Actually, you might prefer that to living. Therefore...” I trailed off.
Her face went pale.
I let go of her throat and growled, “Get the fuck out of my sight. Right fucking now.”
She didn’t hesitate.
I ran a hand over my head and looked at the bathroom door.
And waited.
Another beat, I waited.
And then as I was about to move to check on her, Wolf was there in my doorway, “Got a problem downstairs. Need you.”
I looked back at the bathroom door and called out, “Kimber?”
Her muffled voice came from behind the door, “Yeah?”
“Be right back,” I told.
Then I followed Wolf out of my room, but this time, I closed the fucking door.
***
An hour later, and some threats made that were really promises to the punks who thought our strippers owed them freebies had been dealt with, I made my way up the stairs and to my room.
I opened the door and stopped dead.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get this woman in my bed this quickly.
But there she was.
Under my covers.
Her light blonde hair was spread across my pillows.
Her eyes were closed.
Soft snores filled the room.
The sight of her, looking like she was always meant to be there, a smile spread across my face.
Cause I was done for.
So fucking done for.
Man... but it felt fucking great.
And even more so... at what happened sometime in the middle of the night?
She woke up, which caused me to wake up in return, and there from my chair, I watched as she went to the bathroom, did her business, then walked out of it.
Only she didn’t return to the bed; no, I watched as she looked at me and took in the fact that I was sitting in a chair.
Then she smiled, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss on my forehead.
I didn’t remember closing my eyes.
But what I did remember was the beautiful vision in front of me, doing something that I’ve never felt before... making me feel wanted.
What she didn’t know… well… that was the simple fact that she just made me hers.
Whether she wanted me or not.
And I watched that ass in my sweats as she walked to the bed, climbed back in, and then soft snores filled the room once more.
I. Fucking. Smiled.