“Hey, Jazz, need to borrow your girl for a few minutes,” he broke in as he wrapped his hand around Holly’s wrist.
“What? No, I don’t think so,” Holly said, but she didn’t fight him as he tugged her away from Jazz, who now wore a smirk.
“I’ll find you later, girl.” Laughing, Jazz wiggled her fingers at Holly who tossed her friend a scowl. “Or maybe I won’t. If you’re lucky.” Jazz winked then turned, completely ignoring the desperate S.O.S. look Holly sent her.
Whatever Holly might think of him, Jazz was well aware her new friend would be perfectly safe in his company.
Without another word, LJ towed Holly down a darkened and deserted hallway leading to the exec member’s offices. The rooms were strictly off-limits to anyone but their owners during a party. Holly put up a moderate amount of resistance. Not enough to make a scene, but enough for LJ to get the hint she wasn’t thrilled by his caveman haul-off routine. Though it did her no good. He could lift her and toss her over his shoulder with one pinkie if he wanted and not a single soul in the place would rescue her, no matter how big a fit she threw. Hell, they’d whistle and cheer him on. Slap his back as he passed by.
The hallway was free of chatter since the rest of the club preferred to be out near the bar, but it wasn’t quiet by any means. The heavy beat blaring from the speakers seemed to rattle the walls of the entire clubhouse. At some point, an eager couple would end up banging against one of the walls—probably Mav and Stephanie—but for now, he and Holly were the only two around.
The music drowned out the sound of Holly’s ragged breathing, but as LJ stopped walking and caged her against the wall, he caught sight of her chest rising and falling much too fast. A dark part of him felt a small amount of pleasure at her unease. It’d heighten her senses, keep her on the edge.
“Your daddy know you’re here?” he asked, forearms braced on the wall above her head. She had no choice but to crane her neck to see him in the dimly lit hallway. Being so much taller than her not only gave him a power advantage, it gave him a fucking spectacular birds-eye view of her plump cleavage. And man was it on display tonight.
Some of the fear evaporated from her gaze, replaced by the fire of annoyance. LJ hummed his approval. Anger was even sexier on her than the fear. “I didn’t know where Jazz was taking me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Hmm. Yet you didn’t leave when she showed up at the biker’s den of sin, huh? You came strutting in here wearing jeans so fucking tight they look painted on that sexy ass, and a tiny top showing off your tits to every man in the room.” Goddamn, she smelled incredible. Some kind of citrusy soap combined with something sweet. LJ would bet his life savings she’d spent the day baking.
“I d-didn’t drive,” she whispered. “I had no way to leave.”
“Coulda called daddy.”
Holly shook her head.
LJ knew shit about what went on when women gooped up their faces, but whatever Holly did to her eyes gave them this sultry, smoky dark look that could only be described as bedroom eyes. Naked-faced, she was downright gorgeous, but he’d be lying if he said this sexed-up version wasn’t making his dick hard as well.
“Want to know what I think?” LJ asked as he traced one finger down the column of her neck.
She swallowed, as though her throat was following the trail of his hand. “W-what?”
“I think you wanted to come here. I think you wanted to get a little drunk. Get a little wild. See how the filthy half lives.” Light as a feather, he stroked a fingertip over the swell of one partially exposed breast.
Holly let out a little gasp. The puff of air wasn’t audible over the thrum of the music, but her glossy lips parted, and a small shudder ran through her. Though the lack of light made it difficult to see, LJ swore he could make out the pointed tips of her puckered nipples through the fabric of her dark tank. Helpless to do anything but find out if his suspicion was accurate, he brushed the back of his hand over one tit then the other.
Like little diamonds. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he whispered as he bent so close, he could smell the tequila on her breath. Same drink preference as him. Why that made him even harder, he had no clue, but he was beginning to think Holly could sneeze and it’d turn him the fuck on. “Tell me you didn’t want to come here and get dirtied up by a raunchy biker.”