The two of us give Camreigh and Sawyer a wave goodbye. I guess I misinterpreted the dark look on Sawyer’s face for anger instead of passion. The way he’s all up on her now it appears he may screw her right here on the porch. I definitely don’t want to stick around for the show.
Vegas’ large hand engulfs mine as he leads me toward the back of the Black Rebel Riders’ MC Clubhouse also known as The Roadhouse. I look down at our hands joined together and my stomach flutters. He’s got tattoos for days and I’m just plain ol’ me.
“My bike’s parked out front. We can cut through.” He pulls the door open, keeping a firm grip on me. As he leads me down a dark narrow hall, I vaguely recall the place from the time Camreigh darted in here to use the bathroom and ended up leaving with Sawyer. That was like three months ago. I never thought I’d find myself back here again.
Emerging from the hallway we enter the bar area. It’s not as crowded as imagined it would be. There’s club members wearing black leather vests similar to the one Vegas is wearing over his black t-shirt. “Look what the cat dragged in,” someone calls out in a deep and gruff voice.
“Just passing through, Country.” Vegas drops my hand and him and the big hairy man bump fists.
“Who’s your friend?”
“None of your concern. We’re not staying.”
“Maybe she wants a drink or two.” Country grins at me, then blows me a kiss, and I can’t stop the giggle that leaves my lips.
Vegas’ gaze shoots back to me, those dark eyes narrowing on me. “Some other time.”
I glance around the bar wondering why Vegas is in such a hurry to get me out of here. It was his idea to cut through the bar to get to his motorcycle. It takes me a minute but then I see some chick bent over a table. One man is behind her and another is filling her mouth. My face must be beet red. The scene before me looks like the set of a porno flick.
“Maybe she wants to stay and watch.” Another older guy joins the conversation. A patch on his vest reads: Romeo.
“Shouldn’t you be home with your old lady,” Vegas tells him.
Before this Romeo guy can respond a busty blonde comes up and plants a kiss on his lips. She turns to me and holds out her hand. “I didn’t know Vegas had a girlfriend. I’m Jordan Marie.”
I shake her hand. “Name’s Tina, but I’m not his girlfriend.”
“You don’t look like one of the club girls. No offense.”
“She’s new in town.”
“Did someone say fresh pussy?” A random voice hoots.
“Let’s go now,” Vegas growls and jerks me toward the door.
“It was nice to meet you, Jordan,” I call over my shoulder and wave. Outside Vegas leads me to a motorcycle with the iconic Welcome to Las Vegas sign painted on the gas tank.
“Put this on.” He hands me a helmet, shoving it in my hands like it’s on fire and he can’t get rid of me fast enough. Maybe he wants to hurry back and enjoy the festivities. “I’ll drop you at Camreigh’s apartment. You said that’s where you’re staying, right?” There’s a hard edge to his voice that has me wondering if I did something to upset him. I guess the offer to crawl into his bed is off the table. Not that I was pla
nning to accept. His attention was nice. No matter how short lived it was.
Chapter 4
—Vegas
Rolling up to the back of the bakery with Tina’s arms wrapped around me, part of me wants to just keep riding. The practical part of me knows I need to send her on her damn way. The woman has me in knots and we only just met. Back at the clubhouse I was having lots of jealous thoughts that were about to do my damn head in. I didn’t want any of my brothers looking at her and getting any ideas of messing with her. Which is fucking crazy. She’s not mine. Hell, she don’t even like me I don’t think. I park behind what I assume is her car and walk her up the stairway.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m not ready for the night with her to end. “You gonna invite me in?”
“Do you want to come in?”
“Darlin’, I always wanna come.” I grin, and she shakes her head.
“I’m not going to sleep with you if that’s what you’re after.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. There’s a difference.”
“Vegas…” She can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up from her chest as she unlocks the door. I follow her inside, and she spins around to face me. “Something you should know now. I just ended a relationship yesterday. I was engaged and with the same guy since middle school. I don’t fuck around. I’m not that girl. I wish I were, because I think you’d be a good time.”