“It sure looks like she’s more than just a fuck for you brother.”
“She’s hot.”
“You said that already.”
I roll my neck from side to side, the tension easing with each crack. “There’s something about her. I can’t put my finger on it. I figure I’ll fuck her, get her out of my system and move on.”
“You really think it’s going to be as simple as one fuck and done? I’ve seen that look before brother?—”
“It can’t be anything more Nitro. I said after her that I’d never let another woman in. I’d never let anyone get that close again. I know what this is, it’s just sexual attraction, the woman is hot. It’s only going to happen once.”
He drops the subject, and turns back to the bar, leaving me to watch Juggler and Brick flirt with her.
I can’t let this be anymore that a one-time thing.
I won’t.
I continue to watch her interact with them. She’s friendly, but she doesn’t respond to the flirting. She isn’t into it. Her and Juggler though, they seem close, just as close as her and Griff.
I catch Brick casting glances my way, he sees me watching and grins from ear to ear, before moving and taking the space on her opposite side. I see him place his hand on her thigh and my fucking blood boils. Fucking cunt knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to get a rise out of me. He’ll be waiting a while; I won’t show how much it fucking bothers me. I give him a wink then turn back to the bar and take another sip of my whiskey.
I see her out of my peripheral. She’s used to being here, she’s comfortable in this clubhouse. I watch her walk past the side of the bar, and through the door at the side that leads to the toilets. I don’t hesitate, I place my almost empty glass back on the bar and slide out from my stool. Nitro chuckles and I slap him on the back as I walk past, following her through the door.
I lean against the wall opposite, my leg propped up, arms folded over my chest as I wait for her to come out of the toilet. A couple of minutes later she opens the door, her steps faltering slightly as she spots me. She smiles and goes to walk past, but I grab her wrist, pulling her back toward me then spinning her and pinning her against the wall. One hand on her hip, I rest my other forearm on the wall above her head, caging her in.
Her throat bobs as she swallows. Glancing up the corridor toward the door.
“You know, it’s rude to cage your new friends against the wall.” She smiles at me, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She nervous and I kind of like it. Stepping into her, I lean my body into hers. Her breath quickens and her pupils dilate.
“I wanna see that tattoo, baby. What do you say you and I get to know each other a little better?”
She breathes out a small laugh, then leans closer to me, reaching up on her toes her hands lightly rest on my sides, her mouth is close to my ear. My dick throbs, and my stomach flips with excitement.
“Sorry handsome, but it’s gonna take more than a single glass of whiskey and one night for me to get to know you.” Her lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “Another time maybe. When I’ve not had so much to drink.”
She gently pushes me away from her, I’m so stunned that I can’t help but take a few steps back. She gives me a full smile, this one reaching her eyes then winks before heading back to the bar.
I’m left standing in the corridor, impressed she knew she’d had too much to drink to make a sensible choice, but also pissed at myself for not realising how much she’d had before trying it on with her.
Not wanting to face my brothers after being rejected, I shake my head then storm off to the room that I was given for the next few nights.
Chapter
Eight
My head pounds and my stomach somersaults. I had way too much to drink last night. I remember turning down Wrath in the corridor, but very little after that.
Part of me is pleased that I turned him down, I was too wasted to make a good decision or to enjoy it. But there is a part of me that wishes I’d just let myself go. I have no reason to fear him. While his size alone is imposing, he gives off a safe vibe. That’s one of many things my grandad taught me, to trust my own instincts. He said I was a natural at understanding people, and their intentions. It’s helped me a lot over the years, more so when I’ve actually paid attention to my gut feeling.
Besides all that though, I was in a clubhouse full of people I know I can trust. They wouldn’t have let me do anything too stupid, and they would never have let anything happen to me.
I didn’t see Wrath again after I turned him down. When I got back to the bar, the girls had the music turned up and had moved the tables out of the way so they could turn the middle of the room into a makeshift dance floor. I remember downing shots of tequila and bouncing around the room with Juggler and Griff then waking up in my own bed.
I throw on a pair of shorts and a hoody then head downstairs, for water and a painkiller. Halfway down I hear noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon turns my stomach. I slowly slide down taking a seat on the stair and placing my head on my knees. I need a minute to pull myself together before I can move. If I move too quickly, I might actually empty the contents of my stomach, which I’m pretty sure at this point is only the remains of liquid from last night.
I hear a deep laugh, raising my hand I give Griff the middle finger. I cannot deal with him right now.
It takes almost ten minutes for my stomach to settle enough for me to be able to finally move. By the time I make it into the kitchen, there is a plate with bacon, eggs and toast, a cup of tea, a glass of water and some painkillers on the table waiting for me. I gently ease myself into the seat and look up to see Griff watching me, a smirk playing across his face as he tips his cup to his lips.
