Taken aback by Monica’s forward nature, I promised to return and hustled to the kitchen to grab us each a bottle. Opening both, I downed half of mine to settle my nerves before heading back out. By the time I returned to the girls, Naomi was gone, and Rabbit had Monica engaged in conversation. He said something and she threw her head back laughing.
Wondering what the two were carrying on about, I hurried over in time to hear her thanking him for the best laugh she’d had in a while.
“I’m here all week,” Rabbit said, taking a bow. “In fact, I’d be happy to take you around town tomorrow,” he said. “Show you a good time, if you catch my drift.”
As if she could miss it. As if anyone with two brain cells to rub together wouldn’t know what the horndog meant.
Monica’s gaze cut to me. “Actually, I fly out first thing in the morning.”
Rabbit’s expression fell, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Well, where are you staying? You know, we’ve got guest rooms at the fire station.” The fire station was our club headquarters. About a dozen members lived there, but we always kept spare rooms for prospects or veterans who needed a place to land until they could get on their feet. I’d been living in the fire station since I got out of jail, and having my own space—away from my family—was probably the only thing keeping me from doing hard time or putting a gun to my temple.
“Thanks, but I’ve already booked a hotel room and Stocks has graciously offered to give me a ride back there after I’m done here.” Her gaze cut to me, almost daring me to go against her lie as she reached past him to take one of the beers from my hand. Still watching me, she put the bottle to her perfect lips and sipped.
Rabbit frowned as he looked from her to me, but his eyes held a measure of respect. He was a good guy. Although he outranked me in the club, he wouldn’t give me too much grief about picking up a chick he was interested in. Especially not now that I was patched in as a member and no longer a prospect. Muttering something about his beer being empty, he looked Monica over one more time, and then clapped me on the shoulder and walked away.
“Thank you,” she said, sidling up to me as she took another drink. “He’s a nice enough guy, but there’s only one face here I’m interested in sitting on tonight.”
Once again, she’d caught me mid-drink. This time, I about spit my beer across the room. Coughing, I cleared my airway while checking her out to gauge her level of sincerity. That predatory gleam was back in her eyes as she watched me, looking pretty damn serious about getting me in the sack. Also, she seemed to enjoy throwing me off.
She reached up and swiped a finger across my lips, wiping away a lingering drop of beer. “What? Are you not into oral, Stocks?”
Hell yes, I was, but it sure as hell wasn’t something I discussed in public, and definitely not to a stranger. “I… Uh...”
“You’re gonna be fun.” Her hand landed on my chest and the spicy, exotic scent of her wrapped around me as we stared at each other. She took another drink, draining her beer as she watched me. Then she shook the empty bottle from side to side and said, “I’m ready to go. Think you can take me for a spin, white boy?”
The way her lips formed around the ‘O’ in boy had me imagining how they’d look wrapped around my cock, which was no doubt her intention. Shaking myself free of the fantasy and forcing myself to focus on the insult, I eyeballed her hand and arched an eyebrow. “Boy?” Nobody had called meboysince boot camp.
Her dark bedroom eyes continued to drink me in as she shrugged. “Prove me wrong.” As her hand slid down to my abs I held perfectly still, wondering if she was about to grope me there in front of everyone. Wondering if I’d stop her or just let her at it. My entire body thrummed with sexual energy and for the first time in a long ass time I felt hopeful about an encounter with a woman. Her fingers stilled at the top of my jeans. “That is… if you’reupto it.”
She stepped closer until her body pressed against mine and my cock dug into her stomach. From where I stood, I could see straight down the front of her shirt. I was trying to be a gentleman, but she was testing the hell out of my resolve. Our lips were less than an inch apart. She studied mine for a moment before her gaze lazily roamed back up to my eyes. Then she pulled away and walked past me toward the door.
Shocked and unable to move or think, I stared after her.
Grabbing the doorknob, she turned to look back at me. “You comin’?”
Around the room, my brothers erupted in catcalls.
“Go get her, Stocks,” Wasp said, slapping me on the back.
I preferred to be more discreet with my conquests, but if I didn’t follow her ass out of that house, my man card would be revoked and shredded. Besides, she had me hella intrigued. I might have been a little gun shy, but I was still packing. Tugging my keys out of my pocket, I waved a hasty goodbye to the room and marched out after her.
“You don’t fuck around, do you?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
Monica laughed. “I fuck whoever I want.” Her chin jutted out, daring me to argue. When I didn’t, she cracked a smile. “Life’s too short for bullshit games. You’re interested, I’m interested, we’re both consenting adults with needs. I’ve got one night here, and I intend to make it good. Are you in? Or do you need one of those shy, sweet lady types?”
“You sayin’ you’re not a lady?” I asked, amused.
“God, no.” She snorted. “Who has time for that drama? I’m a queen, baby, far too busy workin’ and fightin’ for my crown to be a lady. You down for a night with royalty, or what?”
Whatever she was, her confidence was a breath of fresh air. I briefly considered telling her about my leg but wasn’t ready to see her reaction quite yet. I’d had plenty of disappointment, and I wanted her to be different. Besides, she’d be gone tomorrow. Worst case scenario, I’d go limp, march out of her hotel room, and go back to the fire station alone. No big deal, right? “I’m definitely down.” Mostly.
“Good.” She eyed the line of bikes in the driveway. “Now, which one of these giant vibrators is yours?”
Shaking my head with laughter, I pointed to the custom orange and black 2011 Harley Roadster I’d blown most of my savings on. It was a gorgeous ride and watching the way Monica’s eyes lit up as she sauntered over and ran her fingers across the body made it worth every penny.
Leaning against the bike, she beckoned me over. Since she’d thrown off the confines of ladylike behavior, I no longer felt compelled to act like a gentleman. Finally letting my gaze take in her entire body, I let out a low whistle as I approached.
Heat flooded her eyes. “There you are. I was wondering when you’d show up.” She grabbed my hands and pulled me against her. Our bodies collided and our lips met. She tasted of beer and feminine power, and I explored every millimeter of her uninhibited mouth with my tongue.
