If she wanted to spread her legs for bikers, who was I to judge? In fact, now that I’d found her, I was hoping she’d help me find a particular biker so I could gethimin a leg lock.
“This must be the princess,” the biker said, looking me over with a little more interest than I cared for.
And that had to be the worst nickname of all. I had half a mind to make him eat it. I glared daggers at the biker, and replied, “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“Naomi, this is Brass,” Kim said, introducing us.
“Link’s little sister,” he said with a nod. “I hear you’re off limits.”
“Yes, she is,” Kim replied, stepping between us like her five-and-a-half-foot body could block his view.
Brass continued to leer at me over her head like a creeper. “If you decide you want to break your big brother’s rules, you come and find me. I’ll show you a good time.”
Who the hell did he think he was? Not only was he rude and disgusting, but he was openly disrespecting Link here in our home. That shit didn’t sit well with me. Time to shove a dose of reality right up his ass. “Brass, huh? Did you choose that nickname because you were wishing you were top brass in the service? Obviously you weren’t. You lack the demeanor, wisdom, and class to hold such a position. I’m guessing you were infantry. Probably served the minimum, couldn’t hang, and got out. My brother took you in and helped you get cleaned up, and you repay him by insulting him behind his back like a coward.”
His face reddened. “Bitch,” he spat before walking away.
“And you have impressive comebacks,” I said to his back.
“Sorry,” Kim said. “He’s kind of a douche.”
“Why are you apologizing? That’s definitely not on you. Besides, I’ve dealt with his kind before.”
And, I was a little bit of a hypocrite, because I led Kim away from the crowd so I could pump her for information on Eagle and hopefully get him to disobey my brother’s orders and fuck me.
Eagle
RESISTING TEMPTATION AND retiring to my room had been the right thing to do. I was on the drunk side of buzzed and enjoying Naomi’s company a little too much when Havoc and Wasp invited themselves to our table, interrupting our game. Their presence had been unwelcome, but truth be told, they probably saved me from doing something stupid like sampling Naomi’s sweet, plump lips or throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her fine ass upstairs.
Both of those thoughts had crossed my mind.
Naomi was a knockout, but listening to her talk was what had really done me in. She was smart as fuck, and her sense of humor was dry and sarcastic. She drank whiskey straight, swore like a sailor, knew how to ride, and had talked to me for a good hour about rifles.
I hadn’t talked to a woman like that in… four years.
That staggering thought sobered me right up. I’d connected with Naomi on a level I didn’t allow myself to connect with anyone anymore, and now that I thought about it, it felt a lot like cheating on Genie. Fucking other women hadn’t felt like cheating, but this… Companionship was so much more than sex. Guilt guided my hand to the glass on my nightstand. I threw back another drink, letting it burn all the way down, hoping it would numb me.
My thoughts drifted to the pool table as I wondered what the trio I’d left behind was up to. Wasp was probably still flirting with Naomi. I swear, flirting was the motherfucker’s default, and he couldn’t seem to help himself. Every time he high-fived or bumped into her, I wanted to bust my pool cue over his head. I’d had to keep myself in check, and judging by the way he smirked at me, the asshole knew it. Naomi didn’t seem taken by his bullshit one bit, though. Her gaze, heated by the whiskey we were downing, kept locking with mine.
I knew exactly what Naomi wanted. She’d been dropping hints since before she climbed onto the back of my bike. Those gorgeous big brown eyes kept pulling me in and holding me captive, making me fantasize about what they’d look like staring up at me while my cock was in her mouth. While they were rolled back in ecstasy as I buried myself deep inside her and she screamed out my name.
I’d taken the steps two at a time to get away from her, shutting myself in my room. I should have locked the door and dragged my bed in front of it, but I didn’t. Deep down, I was hoping she’d come… that she’d find me the same way her gaze had been finding me all goddamn night. The thought had me stroking myself as I undressed and sprawled out across my bed. I’d gotten myself all worked up by the time a knock sounded on my door. People didn’t knock on my door unless I was expecting them. I glanced at my phone to see if I’d missed a call or a text from one of my brothers, but there was nothing.
It has to be her.
My heart raced at the thought. If it was Naomi, it sure as hell hadn’t taken her long to find me.
The knock sounded again.
I sat up, flicked the blanket over the lower half of my body, and called out, “Come in.”
The door swung open and the gorgeous blonde I’d been both hoping for and fearing poked her head in. “Hey.” Her gaze went straight to my bare chest and arms, and her eyes darkened. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Like I could sleep knowing she was downstairs, so fucking close yet completely out of my reach. “No ma’am.” Even if I had been asleep, I’d welcome a wakeup call from her fine ass.
“I know I shouldn’t be here, but…” She glanced over her shoulder. The party was still going strong downstairs, but she must have heard someone approaching because she slipped in and closed the door behind her.
The sounds of the party now muted, she leaned against the door and drained the last of the whiskey in her glass. “I don’t usually do this.” She winced. “God, that sounds so lame.”
