Lethal (The Disciples 1)

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” I yell over the music and laughter. The crowd turns. Loud shouting and laughing at Dewey continues. I hold up my hand.

“I know I just got back and a lot of you might not have heard, but this”—I drag a squirming Eve in front of me—“is mine!” The music has been turned down, and the loud spitting fire and shuffling feet are all I hear as my guys and the women nod.

“Good, carry on.”

A loud cheer goes up and everyone starts to move forward to meet her.

“What the fuck?” As she leans back against my chest, I wrap my hands around her small waist. I can’t help myself so I bury my nose in her neck.

“Happy? I just made you my queen.” She sucks in some air and her beautiful blue eyes are the size of saucers. Ryder is at our side, his hands making sure nobody gets too close as Eve shoots everyone a frown.

“You okay? I should have been there. I’m sorry.” Ryder looks at me.

“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I can take care of myself,” she mumbles.

I laugh. “You might change your mind tonight.” She glares up at me.

I spot Doc over by a lemon tree checking Dewey out. He nods at me.

“Let’s go, Angel.” She sighs as if it’s an inconvenience.

My lips twitch. “Such a little badass,” I say, squeezing her hand. “But I’m the only one allowed to play with knives, little girl.” I lace our fingers together, grab a bottle of Jameson, and drag her to our room.

Our room.

Jesus, if my father and brother can see me now, I’m sure they’re rolling over in their graves.

I bang open the door and she goes straight to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on.

I crack open the bottle of Irish whiskey, light up, and look out at my backyard, which is illuminated with stupid lights that some of the wives thought would look festive. Another bonfire and a bunch of bikers drinking and laughing. I glance over at the pool and sure enough, about fifteen couples are in it. I take a drag and make a mental note to have it cleaned tomorrow.

The shower turns off and I hear the door open. Without turning around, I still sense her anxiety. Christ, maybe Dolly’s right and she is a virgin. Not that it makes a difference. I’m gonna fuck her regardless, but it makes things messy. Last thing I want is to be her first. Truthfully, I like older, experienced women who have no expectations of me other than getting each other off and leaving. A virgin complicates things. I take another long drag and turn to look at her as I put out my cigarette. She’s standing in one of my T-shirts, her long tan legs glistening as if she put lotion on them.

Her face is rosy from the heat of the shower and she literally glows. Inhaling, I smile as her coconut smell fills my nostrils. She gazes down at her feet, then straight up at me. A charge goes through me as I look into her ocean-blue eyes.

“Come here.”

She swallows and moves forward a couple steps then takes a deep breath. It pushes her breasts out and my eyes can’t help but drop to her nipples. Suddenly, I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She stops about an arm’s length away and blinks up at me.

“Closer.”

One more step and I feel her body temperature seep into me. Reaching for her neck and hair, I pull her into my arms. Her soft breath is slightly ragged.

“You scared, Angel?” She shakes her head no.

“No?”

“No,” she whispers.

“You a virgin, baby?” Her eyes are huge as she slowly shakes her head no. I run my nose against her cheek. Breathing her in, I’m so hard my pants hurt.

“Unbutton me.” She blinks, but her eyes remain focused on my mouth. I almost say it again, but she gracefully reaches for the button and pops it open.

“Zipper.”

She bites her bottom lip and I lean my head back so I don’t grab her head and force her to her knees. I can’t remember a time I’ve felt this possessive, almost primal about a girl. It’s like I can barely hold myself back. My zipper slides down and she pushes my jeans down without me telling her to.

Again, she swallows her nervousness, making me want her more. I reach for the bottom of my T-shirt and lift it over her head. Her hair spills over her shoulders and breasts like a waterfall of golden honey.

“I’m going to drink you. Suck you and fuck you.”

She holds her breath as though getting ready to jump into a pool. I kick off my boots then step out of my jeans.

“Exhale, Angel. I’m still gonna fuck you even if you pass out.”