“We can go back to your room if you’re not feeling it out here.” Legs’s hand skates up my jean-clad thigh, and I don’t push her away at first but the closer she gets to my cock, the dirtier I feel. How fucked up is it that I have all of this willing pussy surrounding me, and they do nothing for me?
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I hiss when her too-long fingernails ghost over the zipper of my jeans.
Her head snaps back, and I fully understand her reaction. From the time she showed up here, she has been on my dick. Well, minus the hour or so she spent with my brother. I’m not the only guy she’s been with since arriving, but she’s been the one I’ve entertained most often the last couple of months. What Legs fails to realize is that almost every girl before her got the same amount of attention. I like pushing the girls I’m fucking, seeing how far I can take them and where their limits are. It’s impossible to do that without getting to know them first. I’m not like my dad. He’d go at it full-force with a brand-new girl, not giving a shit if he took things too far. In his mind, there was no such thing as too far. I’m nothing like that.
“You know,” Legs seethes beside me, “the next time you want to fuck—”
I glare at her over the top of my beer. “You’ll stick your ass in the air exactly how I like.”
Her lip twitches, and I can’t tell if she’s trying not to smile or if she’s getting ready to snarl at me. It could go either way, honestly.
“Sweetheart,” Ronan, ever the hero, cups his hand under her jaw and turns her face toward him. “I’ve been thinking about this talented mouth of yours since I saw you licking Xena’s cunt earlier. Could I convince you to give me a little attention?”
The second Legs drops to her knees in front of Ronan, I’m off the couch and out the damn door.
“Where’s the fire?” As much as I want to plow past my brother and his woman, I respect the bastard. It has more to do with his help when I was younger and less to do with the fact that he’s now the club president.
“Just gonna go for a ride.” I keep walking further into the parking lot.
“On four wheels instead of two?” He angles his head at my hand on the door of the SUV.
Yanking my hand away like I touched fire, I look up at both of them. Lynch’s classic, who-gives-a-shit smile is in place, but there’s something about the eyebrow raise and small smirk playing at the corner of Zoe’s mouth that tells me I’m not as slick as I think I am. Bikers don’t choose to ride in a cage. We prefer the freedom of motorcycles for a reason, and it’s out of character for me to select the SUV rather than my bike.
“Be safe,” Lynch grunts.
Zoe winks at me before she lets her man turn her back in the direction of the clubhouse.
I hesitate for a long moment before unlocking the vehicle and climbing inside. For another couple of minutes, I sit inside before pressing the ignition switch. When I crank it and pull toward the gate, I let myself sit idle and talk to Pete and Sonic about absolutely nothing for ten minutes. It’s almost as if I’m trying to find something to keep me away from Andover tonight. My obsession with Kaci has gone too far. I’ve enjoyed her pussy melting on my tongue and sliding into her incredible body, but I should be immune to her by now.
Yet, every night I climb inside of this SUV and drive over to her apartment. Some nights I spend parked right in front of her place, daring her in my mind to open the fucking curtain and see me waiting down there. Most nights I park a few blocks away and hide in the shadows to stare up at her windows. I only started to do that because there have been more patrols near her house since they found the dead body in the dumpster a couple weeks ago.
I’m twenty miles outside of town when I get the first notification on my phone. My foot grows heavier on the gas pedal as I pick it up. Within minutes she’s stationary and another notification is sent, placing her right in the middle of the fucking police station. For a split second I wonder if she’s gone to them, finally spilling her guts and sharing all the things I confessed to her, but when I get to Andover and drive past her house, her car is still in the drive.
She’s on the move again by the time I get to the police station, so I sit across the street and wait for her to settle. She doesn’t go home like I hope. Her tracker stops at a house across town.