“Let us in, Pete,” Mols says breaking the spell between us.
My teeth sink into my bottom lips as I mentally begin to map out my night. Figuring how to get back out here to this guy is top on my list.
“No one told me you’d be here tonight, Princess.” Pete stands to his full height, and all I can see through Mol's open window are his jean-clad crotch and muscular upper legs.
Impressive.
“Open the fucking gate, Pete,” she hisses.
Pete grumbles something about spoiled brats, but the gate, on some type of mechanical slide, pulls back.
“He has potential,” I tell Mols as she drives through the gate before it closes again behind us.
“Have some class, Candi. You want to fuck a biker, not a prospect.”
“He’s cute,” I mutter. “And I have no fucking clue what a prospect is.”
I said I always wanted to fuck a biker, not that I have any clue about them. SOA and some show I watched on Netflix are the only frames of reference I have, and there’s no way that clubs like SAMCRO exist because those types of people go to jail.
“They’re all cute. Stick close to me tonight until you’re comfortable venturing off on your own.”
A large building looms in front of us as we drive closer and park the car. Chills race down my spine as we leave the car and walk toward the entrance. There are people everywhere. Laughing, arguing, and the scent of alcohol combined with the musky scent of sex fills the thick air around us.
If I thought my state of dress was going to be risqué for the Ravens Ruin clubhouse, I was wrong. I’ve only walked past one girl that actually had a shirt on. That chick, in particular, 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,” the chick coos before looking over at us and winking in our direction.
“Hey, Vixen,” Mols says as she passes the trio of people.
“Hey, Princess,” Vixen answers before turning her attention back to her dual suitors.
I grab my friend’s arm just as she pushes open the front door to the huge, rectangular building. I spin her around until she’s facing me.
“When you told me you’d been here before, you made it sound like you’d only been once or twice.” I narrow my eyes at her. “The way these people talk to you tells a different story.”
“You made your own assumptions. I grew—”
“Molly!”
We both turn at the interruption, watching as a gorgeous man with dark-blond hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen outside of a magazine cover walks toward us.
“I thought bikers were ugly,” I mutter as the Adonis wraps my friend in a hug.
“He is ugly,” Molly says as she pushes him away and swats at his chest.
“I’m the hottest guy here,” the gorgeous guy says as he releases my friend and trails his eyes up my body. “Who do we have here?”
“Gross,” Molly sputters on a laugh. “This is my good friend Z—Candi.”
“Bet you taste like sugar.” His warm lips meet the back of my hand, his hair sweeping down like a curtain.
“Leave her be, TJ,” Molly urges.
“TJ?” My head snaps back as I pull my hand from his grip. “Your brother is the fucking Enforcer of the Ravens Ruin.”
“Hell no,” Molly argues. “He’s a patched member, not on the council.”
I point to the patch that’s as clear as day on the beautiful boy’s chest.
Her eyes squint as if she’s seeing things in daylight for the first time. “What’s going on?”
“A lot has happened since the last time we spoke,” TJ says softly.
“We spoke two weeks ago,” she argues. “What possibly could’ve changed?”
“Hey, Princess.”
Molly freezes for a second before we both turn in the direction of the silky voice.
“Briar,” she whispers as her throat works with a rough swallow.
So this is the guy she won’t tell me about.
I never took her for one to be into an older guy, but he’s one hell of a choice. Ice blue, almost translucent eyes look down on her. There has to be over a foot difference in their heights.
“What is happening right now?” Molly asks on a whisper that’s quickly lost in the crowded room.
“Prez is going to be pissed you’re here,” TJ says to her before looking back at me. “Catch me later, Candi. I can’t wait to get a taste.”
He slaps my ass when he walks past. My eyes must widen like saucers because Briar pulls his attention from Molly and looks in my direction and chuckles.
“Answer me, Briar. Why do you have the fucking VP patch on your cut?” He reaches up to cup her jaw, but she swats his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Enough,” he hisses, grabbing her hand and tugging her across the room.