“What do you mean?”
“I want to go to your clubhouse now. I know you’ve got a party going on tonight, so I want to see how you live. I could use a shot or two of whiskey.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. It gets pretty rough and raunchy. Let’s go to town and listen to some music.”
She crossed her arms. “Do you think I’m a shrinking violet? Nothing surprises me. I want to go. I don’t want to stay all night, maybe just or an hour or two. Are you going to take me there?” She pressed closer to him.
He paused for several seconds, then finally nodded. “We’ll go just for a bit. You gotta stay close to me, and don’t wander off alone. Looking the way you do, the brothers would be all over you in a second.”
“Don’t worry, I know the score.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
***
When they pulledinto the clubhouse, the music could be heard in the parking lot, the heavy bass making the walls shake. He escorted her into the club, and the heat of too many people hit him like a wave. He tucked her under his arm and walked over to the bar. Several members stared at her, then averted their eyes when he glared at them. He picked her up and plopped her on top of the barstool, then leaned against the bar. “You want a Jack?” he said in her ear. She nodded. He motioned the prospect for a Jack, who set Steel’s shot of tequila in front of him and a shot of whiskey next to it. Steel gave it to her.
From the side, he saw Paco and Sangre coming over to him. He knew they wanted to check out Breanna and that they’d make up some fucking lame reason for coming over. He couldn’t blame them; she was pretty and had a body biker’s loved: nice rack, small waist, curvy hips, and a rounded ass. He motioned for the prospect for another Jack for Breanna.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna talk to some brothers. Stay put, okay?” He stroked her cheek as she nodded. He went over and met them.
“Hey, bro.” Sangre hit his fist against Steel’s. “Were you at Cuervos or Lust tonight?”
“Neither.”
Sangre slid his eyes over to Breanna. “Isn’t that the waitress from your bar?”
“She’s with me.”
“I figured that by the way you’re guarding her. I thought she wasn’t your type.” He snickered.
“A hot woman like that not his type? What the fuck are you smoking?” Paco asked.
“I didn’t say it, Steel did.”
“Who the fuck cares, bro. She’s with me now and that’s all that matters.” Steel threw his shot down his throat. From the distance, he saw Alma sneaking glances his way as Crow sucked on her tits. Her eyes were wide, yet her brows were furrowed. Steel gave her a weak smile, feeling bad for her. Even though he never promised her anything, he had been spending a lot of his nights with her curled around him. He never had her exclusively, but most of the other brothers stayed away from her while she shared his bed for the past few months. She was a club girl, plain and simple. Steel turned away.
For the next couple of hours, he shot the shit with the brothers who kept coming up to him and sneaking peeks at Breanna. He should’ve been pissed, but he wasn’t. He knew they were shocked he’d brought a citizen to the club.
“You holding up okay?” he said in her ear. Being so close to her was driving him crazy. He could feel the heat coming from her body, and he longed to hold her tight to him.
“Yeah. I think I’m a little tipsy, though. I used to be able to drink anyone under the table when I was in college, but I’ve become a lightweight.” She giggled.
He nuzzled her neck. “You’re cute when you’re tipsy.” He brushed his lips against her skin. “You’re soft too.”
She placed her arms around his neck and tugged his hair. “You’re cute too.”
“Watch it, baby. You’re playing with fire,” he growled.
“Maybe I like playing with hot things.” She licked her lips and he dipped his head down, his tongue tracing the soft fullness of her lips. She brought her finger to her mouth. “I liked that.”
“I like you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
All of a sudden she grimaced. “I don’t feel so good. Where’s the bathroom?”
