Karina
“Where you going, baby girl?”he asks in a sexy morning-rough voice.
Shit. I was hoping to run out and be back before he woke up.
I’m still naked, but I have my dress in my hands. “I need to find the bathroom.”
“Right across the hall.” He points to his dresser. “Top drawer. Put one of my T-shirts on. Anyone says anything, you tell ’em you’re here with Dante, got it?”
“Okay.” I grab the first shirt my hand brushes against. It happens to be an Iron Bulls MC shirt. The hem hangs to my knees, so at least I’m covered, since I have no idea where my panties ended up.
I take extra time washing up. There’s little in the way of soap or beauty products, but I make do with what I can find. As I step out of the bathroom, I’m so focused on Dante’s door, I never see Logan coming at me. Hegrabs my elbow, tugs me down the hallway, and slams me up against the wall. His furious face is inches from mine.
“What. The. Fuck. Are you doing, Karina?”
“I, uh—”
“Does your father know you’re here?”
I don’t like being spoken to this way. My father hasn’t been fatherly in years. Not since my mother died when I was twelve. When I needed him the most. He’s out on the road most of the time and I fend for myself. None of this is Logan’s business though. I stopped being his concern a while ago.
“Let go of me.”
He loosens his grip, but doesn’t let me go.
“Karina, you don’t know what you’re getting into with a guy like Dante. He’s too old for you. Fuck, do you even understand what his role in the club is?”
“No. It doesn’t matter though; he’s nice to me.”
“He fucked you in the middle of our living room and let me shove my cock down your throat. You call that nice?”
Heat burns my cheeks. “Leave me alone. You threw me away. I’m not yours to worry about anymore.”
He ignores my accusation, but his eyes skip away from me for a moment. “You think you’re gonna be hanging in my club, then you’re my concern.”
Something occurs to me. Logan can’t have been a member for very long.
“Dante’s above you, isn’t he?”
Logan cocks his head at me. “So what?”
“You’re jealous.”
He snorts as if the idea is absurd. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
I force out some laughter of my own. “You’re kidding, right? Let me go, or I’ll yell for him. I bet you’re not supposed to touch me without his permission.”
He lets go of me in a dramatic gesture.
“Don’t come cryin’ to me when he hurts you, sugar.”
“Don’t worry. You’re the last person I’d turn to.”
I spin on my heel and hurry back to Dante’s room. My hand’s on the knob when I stop to take a quick look at Logan. He’s eying me with pity and it ticks me off. I stick my tongue out at him and go back inside.
Dante’s stretched out with his hands behind his head when I enter. His cock stands tall, tenting the thin sheet pulled over his body. My pussy throbs at the sight of him.
“What took you so long, baby girl?”
