Oh god. “The vampire guy!” I hissed at them as we stepped inside and could suddenly hear ourselves thinking again without having to yell.
“Glory! Come over and meet Grimm.”
Grimm. AKA the guy who owns whoever touches or sits on that motorbike out there? I stepped up to Henley’s side, letting him take my hand.
“Grimm. You’ve heard me mention Glory before, I think?”
The vampire grinned, fangs shining as his eyes seemed to glow a vicious red.
“Yeah, once or a thousand times, mate.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You own whoever sits on your ‘ride’? That’s sexist!”
The guy roared with laughter, which Henley joined in with, because obviously he knew about it, but the others looked curious.
“Where’s your ride, man?” Rocket was peeking through the glass as he tried to find it in the darkness and flashing lights.
“It’s not sexist, love. It’s literally how it works. You climb on a guy’s ride, you’ve claimed him. The first woman who dares in here? She gets owned, and I think you know what I mean by that…” he winked at me like he had before, and Henley groaned, shoving his chest.
“Don’t do that shit with her, man, not her.”
Grimm lifted his hands and backed up a step.
“Just being friendly. I can respect a man’s ownership of his woman,” he said, shooting a snarky grin at me, because he knew he was baiting me.
“Jesus, this guy would definitely fit in with us,” Grease said, as Harley moved back into the room, when I hadn’t even realised he’d been missing in the first place.
“Sent him home. He’s got amends to make, but the woman seems fine.”
I looked from one man to the other. “Who? What happened?”
Henley shrugged. “Stag got himself slapped or punched or whatever. I’m sure he had it coming.”
Grimm nodded, a firm look on his face.
“And he doesn’t get back in here until I decide he’s worthy. Okay, I’d best go circulate downstairs again. The ladies will be missing me.” He grinned those creepy, but admittedly kinda sexy, fangs at us, and headed back out of the room.
“So he’s looking to prospect in?”
Henley hugged me against him as he answered his President.
“There’s at least three of them looking for a place to belong, Pres. They’d bring with them some nice perks, as you can see.”
I turned to watch Micro as he exchanged a glance with Harley, both of them clearly considering what that might mean for the club.
“We’ll talk it over once we have Grease’s background checks and take it from there. Soph, how are you doing?”
She sagged against him. “I’m spent. Since when can’t I dance all night?”
“Since you grew a whole baby, Soph. Why don’t we head back? You guys have fun, and Henley, come see me tomorrow, and we’ll see what tonight’s done for your prospecthood, yeah?”
He nodded, waving him off, and from there, other couples started heading out, until it was just us still snuggled into one of the velvet seats together.
“I love this place, even with all the silly vampire stuff.”
Henley chuckled, nuzzling my hair as he spoke, his breath teasing my skin.
