Chapter 8
“Nice work. That’s one way to get her into bed, brother,” Jett shakes his head, smirking as the door swings shut behind Kaia, her best friend Sofia hot on her heels.
“Fuck off,” I tell Jett. “Get me another beer, would you?”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Pissing her off wasn’t my greatest move given I’m supposed to be trying to get into those wound up little panties of hers and our heated little chat has made it close to impossible, but it’s only made me more determined.
She got under my skin, spewing a load of regurgitated bullshit she no doubt learned from her piece of shit father, thinking she knows me when she knows nothing.
Nobody does. Not really.
Jett pops off the cap and slides the bottle along the bar top towards me.
“Thanks, man.”
Jett was the first guy I bonded with when I joined Lawless, and we quickly became best friends, though we fight more like brothers. Love him like one, even if he does piss me off occasionally.
Two girls head in my direction, their eyes taking in every inch of my exposed upper body. It’s a look I’ve seen a million times. I shoot them a wink and they giggle with each other as they walk by.
I turn back to Jett who rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. “Think you could maybe put on a shirt, brother? No reason for you to put all of us guys to shame.”
“Am I making you feel insecure, Lawson? That sounds a lot like a you problem to me,” I tease, pulling the rolled up t-shirt from the back pocket of my jeans, tugging it over my head. “Do I meet your approval now?”
“Delightfully so, my self-esteem is restored.”
I laugh with a shake of my head. “I’ll catch you later, man,” I tell him before heading to join a few of my brothers in one of the booths.
Ray, Cru and one of our prospects, Beau are sat around the table, laughing.
They greet me as I pull up a chair next to Ray.
“Great fight, man,” Beau offers.
I go to respond but movement catches my attention and I spot Sofia searching the bar before her eyes settle on me. She stomps over in her four inch stilettos, coming to a stop at our table. “What did you say to her?”
I sit back in my chair. “Who?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
Her hands find her hips. “Who do you think? Kaia. What the hell did you say to make her so upset?”
“Nothing she didn’t bring on herself, spewing shit about me like she fucking knows me.”
“She’s my best friend, Killian.”
“She’s a big girl, Sof. She can fight her own battles, she doesn’t need you jumping to her rescue. She shouldn’t say shit she doesn’t understand, especially when that shit comes from her prick of a father.”
“Stay away from her.”
“You’re the one who brought her here, remember?”
“I’m warning you, Killian.”
I snort a laugh. “You’re warning me? I’m quaking in my boots.”
Beau sniggers from across the table and Sofia shoots him a glare. Realising she’s getting nowhere, she turns on her heels and storms back through the bar, probably in search of her boyfriend, Mac.
I like Sofia, but who the fuck does she think she is?
Mac might let her get away with talking to him like that, but that sure as fuck doesn’t extend to me or the rest of my club.
I admire her wanting to stand up for her best friend, but like I said, Kaia is a big girl and from what I saw, she’s more than capable of handling herself.
It’s probably why my dick is still straining against the zipper of my jeans.
My brief interaction with the mayor’s daughter was the most fun I’ve had in fucking ages. There’s no denying there was chemistry between us, the push and pull was electric and I want more.
Getting under her skin is my new addiction.
I go to take a sip of my beer but I slam my half-empty bottle down onto the table, the cold brown liquid not holding the same appeal as it did earlier.
I need something to take the edge of, and alcohol isn’t going to cut it tonight, but the pretty brunette who’s been giving me the eye all night certainly could.
Which is why twenty minutes later, we’re both naked and I’m sat on her sofa with her bouncing on my dick like it’s an Olympic sport and she’s going for gold.
She’s facing away from me, her calves either side of my thighs, her ass slapping against my stomach as she works herself over me, but it’s doing nothing for me.
Her moans are as fake as her tits and I will myself to come just to get it over with so I can get out of here.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s attractive and exactly my type, and on any other night I’d enjoy every second of fucking her, but tonight, she’s not what I want.
She’s not who I want.
She’s not the woman who has my cock hard as fucking stone, despite what she thinks. It’s that feisty wildcat with chestnut curls and eyes the colour of the ocean imprinted on my mind every time I close my eyes.
I want so badly to dirty her up, taint that innocence that radiates out of every pore and show her just how good being bad can be.
And she’s tempted. I saw a flicker of something that definitely wasn’t hate in her eyes tonight, despite the words that left her lips. She wants me, and I’m gonna do my damnedest to prove to her just how much.
It’s always the good girls begging to be corrupted by a bad man like me, and I’m all too happy to oblige.
I slam my hand over the brunettes mouth to silence her fake moans. I grip her hip and thrust up into her.
I imagine it’s Kaia riding me. I imagine it’s her tight pussy I’m driving into, her walls squeezing my cock. She’s resistant to the pleasure I’m giving her, not wanting to admit how much she wants me, both of us knowing it’s bullshit.
I thrust harder, picking up my pace. Her pussy soaks me, the sound of our wet skin slapping together has my balls drawing up tight, my orgasm just out of reach.
I picture those plump pink lips parted on a moan, her head thrown back as that tight little body of hers moves over me, her soft perky tits bouncing as she rides me.
Fuck.
Before I know it, I’m spilling into the condom until there’s nothing left. The woman on top of me totally unaware it wasn’t her making me come.