“Your cunt lined in gold, sugar?”
My gasp of surprise at his crude question makes Romeo snicker. He pushes away from the bar. “I better go check on ’em before Dante kills the little punk.”
It never occurred to me Hemi was in any real danger. I feel a little bad, even though it’s not my fault Hemi interfered.
Luck plants his elbows on the bar and leans forward. “Wanna tell me why Hemi was willing to risk a beatdown from our Sergeant-at-Arms over you?”
Shaking my head, I can’t come up with any answer that makes sense. “What’s a Sergeant-at-Arms?” I ask.
He drops his head and chuckles. When he finishes, he glances up. “He enforces the rules of our club. Makes sure brothers follow club policies, and expected models of conduct when dealing with fellow brothers. Being that Hemi directly disrespected Dante, someone else should probably discipline him.” He shrugs. “Dante won’t kill him.”
“God, I hope not.” I mean, I hate Logan for how he treated me, but I don’t want to see him beaten to death either.
Luck tries to keep me from worrying by telling me stories about the club and different runs he and Dante have gone on together. Nothing in-depth or serious. More like funny anecdotes.
Our attention is drawn to the door. Romeo stalks in first, followed by Dante and Logan. I gasp when I take in his bloody lip and the bruises already forming on his face.
He follows Romeo and doesn’t even glance in my direction. Dante watches him for a minute before headingtoward me. When he reaches me, he leans over and seals his mouth over mine, melding our lips together. His tongue licks at my bottom lip and I open for him. Our kiss deepens as he places his hands on either side of my face, holding me still.
I’m on fire by the time Dante pulls away. My eyelids flutter open to find Dante smiling down at me. “Much better now,” he remarks.
My tongue swipes across my lips, tasting every lingering bit of him.
“You showed restraint, brother,” Luck says behind us.
Embarrassment burns over my face. Once again, Dante managed to make me forget there are other people all around us.
Curling his hands over my shoulders, Dante turns me to face the bar and Luck. His big warm body presses up against my back making me feel safe and protected again.
“Took a chat with my fists and Prez for him to see the light. Fucker’s stubborn.”
He doesn’t even look at me while talking about Logan and I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.
While he and Luck chat, Dante’s hands absently massage my neck and shoulders. It feels amazing and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back against his chest. “Tired, baby girl?”
“No.” I want to be alone with him, and not to sleep.
A few more people come up to talk to Dante. He introduces me to each one as “his girl,” which thrills me each time he says it. There are so many new faces and strange road names that I can’t memorize them all. Something I tell Dante when the last guy walks away.
He smiles at me. “That’s okay, baby girl. Long as they know you’re mine.”
His, damn I like that.
Leaning down, his lips brush against my ear. “I’ve got a present for you in my room.”
“Oh, really?” Somehow, I don’t think he’s serious. I’m pretty sure the present is his cock, and I’m totally fine with that.
The possessive way his hands circle my upper arms to help me off the stool, kicks up a throb of desire in my belly.
Dante nods at Luck. “You got this?”
Luck answers with one of those chin jerks men do that speaks volumes.
Dante’s big hand closes around mine and leads me down the hall. I’m trembling with need before he opens the door and pushes me inside. The slam of the door makes me jump, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy pushing me up against the door.
Holding me tight against the solid wood, he leans down and takes my mouth in a savage kiss. Every thought leaves me, except for how this hard, rough, demanding man has the softest, fullest lips. He keeps me backed against the door, pressing his hard body against me.
My hands clutch at his leather cut, the wild beat of his heart drumming against my hand. He presses our kiss deeper, tongue sliding against mine, taking me. I want to slow things down and savor every bit, but at the same time, I want him to strip me bare, bend me over, and fuck me until I scream.
