5. Chapter 5
Rox
The clubhouse hasn’t changed.
In fifteen years, it looked exactly the same, and that was mind blowing to me. The one thing that was different was the amount of people in here. The wake at Grace’s house has been calm, and respectable.
This was something different. Something…I was used to. It was so far from my life in London that I almost felt like I didn’t belong here.
“There you are,” I heard a familiar voice from behind me, before I felt an arm sling over my shoulders. “It’s been a goddamn age since I saw you, darlin’.”
I couldn’t help the smile that erupted over my face as I turned to see Grayson Bennett, otherwise known as Cowboy. He had on his signature cowboy hat and wide smile that I remembered well.
“Damn, Gray, I didn’t think you were still around.”
“That hurts, darlin’. I’m not that old.”
I smacked him playfully. “You know what I mean. I didn’t see you at the funeral.”
“Not my scene, darlin’, you know that. But I do know how to pay my respects in the RBMC way.”
I rolled my eyes which earned me a chuckle.
“Come on, we need drinks and then we need to catch up.”
Cowboy led me toward the bar and ordered two drinks before he walked me over to the back of the clubhouse, where the pool table was. For a moment, I caught myself remembering the time Myth had me bent over that table when the boys were out on a run.
It couldn’t be the same table, surely.
Why was I even thinking about this?
Fang joined us and soon I found myself falling into an easy conversation with the both of them. They kept all talk about Myth and my London life out of it, and we just reminisced about the good old days, before Myth became Prez, and we ran around like kids with no rules.
It was nice.
Cowboy was halfway through talking when I felt it. The intense feeling of being watched again. I tried to push past it but it was intense, and when Fang suddenly stopped talking and his smile dropped, I knew he was there.
Watching.
“Maybe I should go,” I said to them.
“No, darlin’,” Cowboy said, taking my now empty glass. “You’re here to celebrate Camo. You’re more than welcome, you always have been.”
I offered him what I hoped was a comforting smile, but I could feel the tension in my body. Cowboy was right. I was here for Camo, as were half the people here. Myth could suck a lemon for all I cared.
After a few drinks, I could feel myself getting a little looser. The tightness in my body was softening, almost like I didn’t have to hold myself back. I forgot how easy it was to be here, to be around these men who have known me since I was in my late teens.
I hated to think of it as home, but it was.
It was also the place that broke me.
Just like the man currently staring a hole into my back.
Cowboy returned with another round, but Fang remained quiet.
It was unnerving, but I knew the hold Myth had over his men.
It was the change in him that had fractured our relationship.
He’d had to become his father when he became president.
Shoes that needed to be filled and filled well. I hadn’t been ready for it.
Neither of us had.
The truth of it was I didn’t want to share him with the club. I’d only just gotten him to myself. I was selfish and hadn’t bothered to ask how it was for him. Instead, I had given him hell.
In my defence, we were young.
The universe didn’t want us together. I had to believe in that. I had to believe everything happened for a reason or I’d be lost with what I went through.
“You’re going back, aren’t you?” Fang asked me.
I nodded. “It’s where my life is.”
“Why’d you come back then?”
“I had to…for Camo.”
“Sure, but you didn’t have to come tonight.”
“In case you forgot, Levi, you told me it wasn’t a request.”
His smirk lifted a little. “Since when do you listen to demands?”
He was right. I never did, neither did Myth. It was why we’d been so drawn to each other back then. Both troublemakers, both of us wild and reckless.
When did I stop being that person? I had become Beck’s yes-woman and even though I rebelled when I could, it was never vocal. The boys would be horrified to see who I had become in London.
“Why don’t you tell me about you, Levi?” I changed the subject before I admitted something I didn’t want to voice out loud. “Which one’s your ol’ lady?”
Cowboy chuckled and a loud bark of laughter came from someone who had sidled up to the group of us. He looked young, definitely too young for me to remember.
“Fang? Come on. There’s too many women for him to settle with just one,” the kid said. I looked at him, his cocky grin, his hair perfectly styled, his fresh ink on his neck and on his arms. The tape on his kutte told me he was a prospect.
“Flash, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh god, don’t call me that.”
Cowboy chuckled while Fang tried to move Flash away from the table.
“And you, Flash?” I asked. “Where are your bevvy of women waiting for you?”
Cowboy and Fang both laughed, but Flash ignored it, zeroing in on me. If I were ten years younger, I’d probably swoon with the attention he was laying on me.
“Oh no, baby, I only love on one woman at a time. Once I’m with a woman, they know they’re worth every bit of my attention.”
Wow.
The confidence of this one had me smirking at his attempt. My eyes moved behind him to where Myth was flirting with a girl at the bar. His eyes cast over to mine every now and then, but he made no attempt to stop me.
Maybe he truly was over me.
Not that it mattered. I was a taken woman, after all. Why is it I had barely thought about Beck then?
“Ignore the young gun,” another biker said, slinging his arm over Flash’s shoulders. “He doesn’t know what a lady needs, but I do.”
“Stand down,” Fang barked out. “Both of you. You don’t unde–”
“I’m going to let the testosterone settle a little, and when I get back, I expect another drink to be sitting here for me.”
The men all watched as I headed away from the table and toward the hallway that led to the bathrooms. I didn’t need to go yet, but I needed them to take a breather.
As I turned the corner to the hallway and started to head down to the door, I felt my arm be pulled back. Spinning, I grunted as I landed hard against the wall, my eyes looking up into the dark depths of Myth’s deep green eyes.
“Adrian.”
“You ain’t gonna come talk to me, kitten?” he all but growled, his lips close to mine. I could feel the ghost of his breath mingling with mine.
“You look good, baby,” he said, his eyes skating down over me. “It’s been a long time.”
“For good reason,” I spat back. “Let me go.”
“Why?”
“I’m not yours anymore, Adrian.”
His smirk was infuriating because with the proximity between us, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, I could feel his hands on my waist, his fingers holding me there, tight.
“Is that what you think?”
Oh god, why were my thighs trembling? Why did I suddenly become wet, and why the ever loving fuck was my clit throbbing?
He was still devastatingly gorgeous, those eyes that could bore holes into me with just one look, much like the one he was giving me now.
“Adrian…”
“Come to my room,” he said, his eyes on my lips.
I could feel the way he wanted me, the way my body was betraying me and wanting him back.
It would be so easy to give in, to let him use my body, give me a night I could never forget, block out the pain of the day.
The worst part of our break up had been there’d been no final time.
I’d wanted one, for months afterward, I had wanted more time to explore his body, to have him bring me to orgasm over and over again.
Jesus.
I had a boyfriend. No, I had a fiancé at home. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted me to come here.
“No.”
“Rox…”
“Get off me, Adrian.”
He got closer, his thigh moving between my legs.
I could feel the denim of his jeans rubbing against my panties, causing a delicious friction I so desperately wanted him to take care of.
His hand moved to my throat, squeezing just the way I loved.
I tried to shove him back, but his other hand moved to my hand and held it above my head, before his mouth was on mine.
Myth’s fingers dug into my wrist, causing pain to shoot down my arm, which only had me moaning into his mouth.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, or tender, it was hard, brutal, and claiming.
He made me so animalistic for him, my pussy rubbing against his thigh, the friction almost enough to have me falling apart.
Myth’s tongue swept into my mouth, overwhelming me. His grunt was almost enough to have me abandoning all of my morals and letting him take me right here, against the wall.
With my free hand, I shoved at him. The kiss broke and I tried to think straight, shoving at him again. Myth growled, before the hand around my throat was free and he slammed both my hands against the wall above my head, and he kissed me again.
I leaned into it this time, unable to resist the allure of Adrian “Myth” Henning. I never could before, which was why I needed distance to get over him. Groaning into his mouth, as he deepened the kiss, owning my mouth, while I ground against his thigh. I was so fucking close.
“Prez?”
I pulled back from the kiss, looking to the side of us where I saw a girl, in barely anything, looking up at Myth like he could walk on water.
“Fuck off, Belle,” he ground out. I could feel the fury coming off him in waves. It was enough to throw a cold bucket of water on the moment. I shoved at him, using my hips to nudge his thigh away from me before I slipped from his grasp.
“He’s all yours.”
Belle looked pleased with herself, laying claim on her President. She could have him. Thankfully, it gave me the moment I needed to excuse myself to the bathroom.
Once the door was shut behind me, I felt my body shake with pent up frustration and need. How could he still affect me the way he does? I would have let him take me against the wall, I was throbby with need right now. If I moved my hand down my skirt, I’d be slick, and I knew it.
Fuck Adrian, fuck him to hell. I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home.
Home was safe.
I splashed water on my neck and on my chest to cool down, before I got my breathing under control. I’d have one more drink and I’d go. Camo would understand. He knew what the breakup with Myth had done to me.
Opening the door, I felt my heart hammer in my chest when I saw Myth standing against the wall outside the door. His arms were crossed over his chest, pumping up his biceps and making me want to climb him like a fucking tree.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” I shot at him, angrily.
He snorted. “She wishes.”
“I’m going, Adrian. You won’t have to see me again.”
I shoved past him, but his arm encircled my waist and hauled me up against his chest, his other hand circled my throat and squeezed, making me moan.
“That’s the problem,” he said, his breath coasting over my ear. “I can’t let you go again.”
I closed my eyes, willing the ache in my heart to dissipate. “I have a life in London. A fiancé.”
He spun me in his arms, and I looked up into his eyes. A big mistake. I could never say no to him when I looked into those emerald pools.
“Do you love him?”
The question was simple. I should have been able to answer it easily, instead, I found myself getting irrationally angry. I pushed him away, his hands falling from my waist.
Instantly, I missed how it felt to be held by him again. Funny how some things stayed with you, and how some things were instantaneous. I’d always felt safe in his arms.
“How’s Stacey?” I asked, feeling my anger at the past brim to the surface and overwhelm me.
Myth stepped back, the longing in his eyes gone, and something passing over him that I couldn’t name, before I turned my back on him and stormed back toward Fang and Cowboy.
I could still feel his eyes on me, but right now, I was happy to say I didn’t give a shit.
“Hey young gun,” I called over to the prospect. Flash looked up from where he was talking with some of the guys and offered me a smile. “Care to show a girl a good time?”