CHAPTER 19
VIXEN
These guys work out like their lives depend on it.
Like Slasher, Terror had rock hard abs even though he was shorter and leaner. His body tensed up all the way, but I didn’t care if he hated me or was appalled by my arms around his waist. I enjoyed myself.
There was something about being pressed to a biker like that. Something good and intense like an adrenaline rush that blinded your fear. But dangerous as sometimes you needed that fear for life preservation or so you wouldn’t do something stupid…like letting your hands slip on purpose to feel up more muscles of a hot guy you should never touch. And maybe, accidentally, letting the same hand drop to his crotch to know how big he was.
Nope. I shifted my arms up. No matter how much I wanted to piss Dasher off, I wouldn’t do that. Terror was even more off-limits for me. I might not be his teacher, but he was a student at my school.
This morning, they had mentioned another one was studying there, too. The blond. Mad Dog.
“What’s Mad Dog’s major?” I yelled in his ear, cool wind stinging my cheeks. My nose crinkled at the smell coming from him. He was pretty, but he smelled like a wet dog.
“Criminal Justice,” he uttered.
My brows shot up. “To be a lawyer or a cop?”
“Either will be helpful for the gang.”
I rolled my eyes. “Now who’s being cynical?”
“Isn’t that the first thing that came to your mind, Professor?”
“No.” I was asking for a completely different dirty purpose. “Has he finished his Psych classes?”
“No. And he is in your class.”
Shit.
He maneuvered the motorcycle around a curve before turning down the gravel road. Then he slowed to a stop and nodded at the bald guy standing at the gate.
The prospect glared at me.What’s with the animosity?I recognized him from the tattoo on the back of his head. The same guy who was guarding my windows.
Eeek. They would be punishing him for sure if they hadn’t already. Sorry, big guy.
Chills raced down my spine as the gate slid open and Terror dropped me off. The scent of alcohol combined with sex and something else I knew well but couldn’t put a finger on wrapped me as I ambled down the front yard. There were people everywhere, laughing, arguing, dancing…fucking.
“That was…uh…” I dragged my assaulted eyes away. Okay. So the orgies were real. I blew out a breath and took off my jacket, heat coming in abundance now.
I’d walked past one girl that actually had a shirt on. Well, she had her top up around her neck as two guys playfully fought over who was going to suck on her tits.
“There’s enough to go around, boys,” she cooed before looking over at me and winking in my direction. “Like your nerdy librarian look, girl. New here?”
“Thank you. It’s more bad teacher than a nerdy librarian.” I nodded, giggling. “And yes…I am new here. My first time.”
“Go get it, girl,” she hummed as the two men feasted on her breasts simultaneously. “Prez likes fresh pussy, if you’re lucky, he’ll be in a good mood to eat you. But you should go for the VP after. His cock is so—”
“Thank you for the insight, lovely lady!” A wave of nausea flipped my stomach. I really needed that drink.
I spun and went to the porch. A heavy hand squeezed my wrist and tugged me inside. “What the f—?” I clipped my curse when I saw it was Malcolm. My head whipped around. Pot smoke filled my nostrils, burning my eyes as men clad in jeans and leather swarmed past me.
He let go of my hand at the busy bar and yelled at a few bikers to clear their seats. They obeyed without a blink. “Sit,” he told me.
I did, setting my jacket on my lap. He took the next stool. “Gin on the rocks and a beer,” he shouted at the cute bartender with a horned devil tattoo on his neck.
“I didn’t think being invited to an MC party meant I’d be chaperoned by your ugly face while you ordered my drinks for me,” I said.
