Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
LOOT
Leaning my shoulder against the doorjamb, I watch as she moves around the clubhouse.
She’s gathering her shit, likely getting ready to leave for the day.
Her duties here complete. I should be glad for it, mainly because I don’t need to get tangled up in any woman right now, especially not one who I might want to actually keep.
Not sure how I know I’d want to keep her, but there’s something about her. She’s definitely not a clubwhore. There’s something special about her. I can tell just from watching her move around the room, but it’s more than that.
It’s the look in her eyes.
No, not in her eyes—behind them.
I can’t take my gaze off her. I don’t know what’s better, her moving around the clubhouse or her bent over in front of me. That sounds stupid, even to myself. Any woman bent over in front of me is always better.
Will always be.
Especially her—whoever she is.
Alex stops at the door, and he looks over his shoulder before his eyes find mine. I watch as they widen, and my lips twitch into a smirk before I jerk my chin in his direction. He shakes his head a couple of times, then looks at the girl and murmurs something.
She doesn’t look over to me, but I have a feeling that she’s trying not to. Her spine straightens, and her muscles tighten. He’s said something about me, that I’m watching her. I don’t care.
I’m glad he did.
I dare her to look back at me, hoping she will, but she doesn’t. At least those are the signals I’m sending her way. Look at me. I want her to see me staring at her. Look at me.
Fucking beautiful, that’s what she is. But she doesn’t steal a glance in my direction, even if that’s exactly what I want her to do.
“You good, Loot?” a voice calls out.
I don’t look away from the cleaner girl—I can’t. I still want her to look at me, to see the way I watch her. I want her to know that I’m going to have her. I don’t know when, but I’m going to know what she feels like… from the inside out. I am mesmerized by everything that is her.
“I’m good,” I lie.
Rocky stands a few feet away from me, though she’s not looking at me. I can tell. No doubt she’s looking exactly where I am. At her. Probably trying to figure out why I’m watching her. Why I’m staring so intently.
Not only do I recognize Rocky’s voice, but she’s the only clubwhore I’ve been fucking recently. The only one who would be comfortable enough to approach me. And honestly, I shouldn’t be fucking her at all. She’s young enough to be my daughter, but she knows her place and gives good head.
“You don’t seem good, baby,” she purrs.
She moves toward me, closer, and presses her tits against my side, but she doesn’t reach out to touch me. She won’t, not without permission.
Alex jerks his chin once before he opens the front door of the clubhouse. The light spills inside, causing a glow to appear around the girl. I watch as she takes one step forward, then she turns her head, as if sensing my gaze, and her blue eyes find mine.
My heart fucking stops.
She finally looks at me. Just like I wanted.
Her gaze searches my own for a moment, then she gives me a small smile. But she doesn’t move toward me, no matter how inviting I feel that I look. She doesn’t take me up on the silent invitation. Instead, she turns her head, and she’s out the front door.
Shaking my head once, I try to shake her out of my thoughts. This girl is a distraction I do not have the time for right now, but I don’t think I can just forget about her, either. She’s got a hold on me that I didn’t even know was possible to have.
Whoever she is.
I want her.
I need her.
I’m going to have her.