The ride to the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse takes a little over an hour. It’s almost dark when we pull up to their parking lot.
Prospects guard the gate but let us in immediately.
Blaise takes my helmet off and sweeps his gaze over my flushed cheeks and down my body. “You turned on, baby?” he asks in a low voice I barely hear over all the noise in the parking lot.
“Shut up.”
He catches my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it. His eyes meet mine, and I almost see the same fourteen-year old boy I met when I was twelve staring back at me.
Noise from the clubhouse reaches us. Music, shouting, glass breaking.
“You nervous?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
“That’s right,” he whispers as he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “My girl,” he mumbles. “You get it now, Kady?”
“I get it.”
His hands run down my body, stopping to cup my ass.
“That’s enough,” Bolt says, punching Blaise’s arm. “Molest her somewhere else.”
Blaise snorts and takes my hand. Thorn jogs over and walks next to us.
“I got your back, B,” he says to Blaise before falling silent. The tension among the guys brushes against my skin, leaving goosebumps.
As we walk across the parking lot, Blaise squeezes my hand.
Inside the clubhouse is madness. Porn-style orgies. Naked girls on top of the bar offering their navels as shot glasses. I swallow hard and avert my gaze. I didn’t lie in the parking lot. I’m not worried anything bad will happen to me. Blaise wouldn’t allow it.
What worries me, is that I’ll end up embarrassing him somehow. While my mom was married to the president of an MC, I never really spent a lot of time around the club.
I’ve never seen anything likethis.
Most of the brothers holler and take off into the erotic mayhem. Thorn and Bolt hang back with us.
“Are you sorry you brought me now?” I ask when Blaise leans down to check on me.
Understanding exactly what I’m asking, he pulls me aside, backing me up against the wall. “I don’t want pieces of ass, Kady. Never did.” He jerks his head in the direction his brothers disappeared. “For them, it’s all good fun. One of the reasons they love the life. I know it ain’t the real thing.”
I close my eyes and let his words sink in. When I open them, he’s staring down at me.
“You’re who I want. We clear?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer. Just turns away and takes my hand.
“Fuck that was hot!” Thorn yells to Blaise. “Thought you were gonna fuck her right here and give us a show.”
“Fuck off,” Blaise snarls, pushing his best friend away. My hand settles on his arm.
“Ignore him. He’s just jealous.” I wrap myself around Blaise, keeping an eye on Thorn. “No show for you, perv.”
Thorn laughs.
“Done molesting my daughter?” Bolt asks. My cheeks heat up.
