CHAPTER THREE
Brick
Igrit myteeth as I watch her start moving, her body telling me in a hundred different ways she’s mine. Starlet is everything I need to forget all the bullshit for a night. I take a deep swig of beer, slam the bottle down, then strut over to the dance floor. She’s facing the far wall, caught up in her own thoughts. Admiring her for a few more seconds, my cock throbs with painful need. Has been since the moment she climbed on my bike.
There’s something about her—an odd familiarity even though we only met. As the beat of the song slows, I step behind her, pulling her against me, locking my hands around her. God, it feels good to touch a woman again. I bury my face in her soft hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and perfume. Although subtle, I appreciate a woman who takes the time to smell as good as she looks.
When she tries to pull away, I tug her harder against me, making sure she feels how much I want her. I murmur my intention in her ear. “I want you, Starlet. Bad.”
In response, she turns around, draping her arms on my shoulders and looking up at me with those green eyes.
“Prove it,” she says.
Liking a good challenge, I growl, then snake a hand under the length of her hair. I coil it around my fingers and force her head back, exposing her neck. Her lips part, inviting me in. I don’t hesitate, nipping the sensitive flesh just below her ear, first. As soon as my teeth graze her flesh, she closes her eyes and moans. Turned on, I do it again, this time with twisted intent. Does she like a little pain? A soft touch? Or both? Her long fingernails dig into my skin and I get the answer I anticipated. Starlet is wild. I capture her mouth with mine, my tongue overpowering hers, tasting and taking whatever she has to give.
She tilts her head sideways and I thrust my tongue deeper, my hands wandering down her sides until I grip her hips. I hold on firmly and bump against her, mimicking the act of taking a deep thrust inside her. I do it again and again, not caring if we’re being watched. The music switches over to ACDC’s “Giving the Dog a Bone”, and that’s when I realize she’s talking to me through the music.
I can’t hold back the grin.
“What?” she asks.
“You know.” I squeeze her ass cheek, liking how firm she is. Tempted to fill both palms with her flesh, I take a deep breath, knowing I’ll push it too hard too fast if I don’t check myself. That’s one of my problems—so women tell me. Once I’m turned on, I don’t stop—if my partner is willing.
I inch my hands up to the small of her back, giving her some room to move. “Are you trying to tell me something?” I ask.
Her eyes light up. “Wait until the next song comes on.”
Bodies still swaying, one of the old timers at the bar gives us a holler and I wave him off. “Do you think we’ll be here long enough to hear it?” I ask her.
“Oh, I think you might want to stick around.”
Growing more restless, I usher her back to the bar and order two shots of Tequila. I get the are-you-crazy look, but I know what I’m doing. I want to experience Starlet without any inhibitions. The bartender delivers the drinks and I drop a ten spot on the counter.
Starlet squeezes fresh lime into her glass and then drinks it down. “Geez,” she says, “that shit is potent.”
I laugh and do the same. “Want another?”
“No.”
“Reached your limit?”
“With you? Maybe.”
There’s no way in hell this woman doesn’t already belong to another man. She’s sexy and in perfect control of her faculties, even after throwing back a few shots. Starlet doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who does anything without purpose, including climbing on the back of my bike. I smile at the image in my mind. Then I remember the name tattooed on her arm—who the fuck is Sammy? And if the man has half a brain, what’s his lady doing out in the middle of the night without him? “Where’s Sammy?” I need to know, I’m not into sleeping with married women.
Starlet’s smile fades. “Gone.”
Goneisn’t a good enough answer to satisfy me. I have certain standards—blame the brotherhood for that. “Where?”
“You don’t give up, do you?” she asks.
“Not if I think I have a right to know something.”
“And what gives you that right, Brick?”
I take a drink from my beer. “You want to be with me, baby?”
“Seriously?”
