I down my beer, then set the bottle down and clench my fists. “You bring him to me.”
Shadow wanders off into the crowd, but I see him kiss Stella on the cheek and then slip out of the party.
I walk up to the bar, frustration practically blurring my vision. I run this club with one rule: loyalty above all else.
Trust is everything.
I just hope that Dylan doesn’t give me a reason to break any more of his bones.
“He’s so into you.”I overhear one of the ladies squealing at Poppy.
She’s holding her own with the girls, slowly sipping a beer and looking comfortable at the bar.
“He is,” I say, lacing an arm around Poppy’s waist. “Happy bday, Stel,” I say. “And thanks.”
I nod, and Stella comes around the bar and squeezes my arm. “Poppy already thanked me like a hundred times. And this?” She fingers the silver necklace with a little birth month stone hanging from a silver charm. “Too sweet.” She lifts up on her toes to kiss my cheek and whispers, “I know Poppy picked it out. She’s a keeper.”
Before I can keep her, I must have her, and that’s something I plan on doing immediately.
I grunt at Stella and put a hand on Poppy’s lower back. The music is pumping, and more bikers and bitches are filling in the compound. The TVs are blasting a game, and a couple of the guys are playing poker at a table.
“We’re just about to put out the food!” Penny yells. “Let the birthday girl eat first, you fucks.”
Poppy turns and looks at me, her eyes laughing.
“Having fun?” I ask.
“No one’s naked or wasted yet, so I’m not sure what you warned me about,” she teases.
“I have ideas about that,” I tell her. I lace her fingers through mine and lead her back toward my room.
We’re silent as we walk down the hall, the onlysound the pounding of my heart in my ears and the click of Poppy’s heels on the tile. Once we’re in my room, I shut and lock the door. The noise of the party fades away, and all that’s left is us.
“Sit,” I tell her, then open a mini fridge I keep beside the couch. “You want something, babe?”
She sits on the corner of the couch, feeling the soft leather. “No,” she says quietly. “I’m good.”
“You’re better than good,” I tell her, dropping down beside her. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I like the girls,” she says, a grin on her face.
I pop the top on another beer and take a drink. But then I set it down and look at Poppy. “We got a babysitter and a little privacy,” I say. I’m about to tell Poppy all the shit I want to do to her when she stands in front of me and turns around so her back and ass are facing me.
“Zipper?” she asks, holding up her hair.
I stand and tug the zipper down, but I can’t stop myself. I lower my mouth to her warm neck and kiss her soft skin. The scent of her hair, the heat of her body, sets my limbs on fire. My cock spears to life, and I press against her firm ass.
“Baby…” I drink in the scent of her, and it’s like a fire ignites in my limbs and she’s the water I desperately need. I reach around the front of her dress and cup her tits, squeezing them in my hands while I grind my cock against her. “I hope you like it hard.”
I realize the minute I say it that might be the wrong thing to say. She stiffens, just a little, but I feel it, and I turn her around to face me.
“You want this?” I ask. “You want me? I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. But I will. But you’ve got to tell me what you’re thinkin’, babe.”
She swallows hard. “I’m scared to death,” she says. “I want this. I want you. But I haven’t had this with anyone in a long, long time. I’m just in my head.”
If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s get a woman out of her head. And it starts by getting her in my bed.
I take a step back and nod at her. “Take off your dress for me.” She blinks fast but nods. I already undid the zipper, so she wriggles her shoulders from the straps and lets the black fabric bunch around her hips. She’s not wearing a bra, and I swear to fuck, my favorite thing about this woman—after her mouth, her eyes, her everything—is those tits.
