There were some men playing poker, girls draped across their laps, giggling and flirting shamelessly. Others played pool while a few just sat at the bar, enjoying the chance to relax after a long day of behaving themselves and watching their language around the family.
Kit wrapped a rough hand around mine and led me to the bar. He prompted me to sit on the open bar stool, standing at my back and placing his hands on the bar either side of me. I was beginning to think this man had something about control, needing to pin me down every chance he got.
His spiky beard tickled the side of my face as he leaned into me. “Beer.” His breath was warm against my cheek, and the smell of cool-mint chewing gum wafted over me. God. Even his breath smelled incredible.
“Caleb! Can we grab two beers?”
Caleb looked over at me from down the bar with a smile. His eyes widened as he saw the man standing at my back and rushed over, pulling two beers and popping the caps.
“Here you go, Harmz.”
“Thanks, hun,” I said with a smile while Kit merely raised his drink in a cheers motion.
“Hey, Prez. You disappeared after Church, everything good?”
Kit uncaged me, and I swiveled my chair around to find another very handsome man standing behind me. His hair was blond and longer than Kit’s with it almost hanging in his eyes. His body shape was very similar, but it was what was attached to his body that made me screw up my nose.
Dana was plastered to the dude’s side like a leech, and she was eyeing me with apparent disdain. I smiled knowing it was because of Kit, who was now leaning back against the bar with his arm stretched out behind me.
“Yeah, man, we’re good. A couple of Optimus’ girls had an issue with a guy in town this afternoon. Putting a man on them for a bit in case something comes of it,” Kit explained casually. His voice seemingly relaxed for the first time since he’d spoken in Optimus’ office. “Harmony, this is my best friend and my Sergeant-at-Arms, Tally. Tally, this is Harmony.”
I reached out and shook his hand. He offered me a great smile which lit up the room. I saw Dana look up at Tally with a smile, apparently expecting an introduction also. When it never came, she slumped a little but kept her grip on his body. Tally to Kit must’ve been like what Blizzard was to Optimus. Their personalities the complete opposite but balancing each other out perfectly.
A thought clicked in my head, and I nearly spit my beer out while trying to contain my laughter. They all looked at me strangely. The laughter finally broke free after I’d choked on half a mouthful of my drink.
Kit bumped me with his hip, catching my attention. “You gonna share with the group?”
I cleared my throat. “Was just thinking about how these two match.” I gestured between Tally and Dana. “Tally and Ho.” I was barely able to get the words out before another giggle bubbled to the surface. I knew I could get in trouble for somewhat insulting a Brother, but that shit was just too funny to keep in. I felt relief when I looked to my side to find a genuine smile broken through Kit’s previously stern expression. Laughter burst from Tally’s mouth, and he held out a fist. I didn’t hesitate to bump it with my own.
Dana departed not long after with a stomp in her step and a flick of her hair. That was how I ended up sitting at the bar with Tally and Kit, learning how to properly fist bump and how to make it explode.
Chapter Seven
KIT
Watching her on that damn stage had my dick straining uncomfortably against my jeans. The bitch was hot. More than hot. Fucking scorching.
She moved like a silk scarf in a light breeze, her curves softly swaying and twisting. The song she danced to was dark and slow, her actions flowing in perfect time with the music and reflecting the heart-wrenching lyrics. It was like the music was inside her and working its way out. It was hypnotizing, and I couldn’t stop my body as it moved closer. I wanted to memorize her figure, her curves, and the way her hair flowed as she flicked herself around the pole.
When she was done, I was met with two wide hazel eyes. Fucking beautiful.
When I’d heard Optimus order a brunette to grab the girl on the stage and meet him in his office, I knew I had to be in on that.
And that was it. I was done for, straight after the moment she opened her mouth to object to Optimus’ order of protection. He’d shot her down with some stern words about her following orders, and she had fallen into place fast after that.
I didn’t have an Old Lady for a reason. There were certain characteristics I needed the woman at my side to have. It was essential for her to be strong and opinionated, but she also needed to know that I was in charge and when she should back down. I wanted a woman who would challenge me, but that would accept that the rules I place within my club and my home are there for the protection of my family. I didn’t need a woman who was going to fall at my feet and worship the ground I walked on. I wanted a woman who was strong enough to stand beside me as an equal.
I saw all these things in her.
Telling me she was a club whore had only made my need to own her grow stronger. Knowing these men used her body for their pleasure made me sick. I didn’t just want to possess her body, I wanted her mind, her fucking soul, and I was going to have it.
“You wanna dance?” Harmony asked, looking up at me from her seat. Three beers in her, and her eyes were sparkling with intoxication and lust, but she was still holding herself well. I knew she wanted me. I hadn’t missed the way her eyes roamed my body or how she leaned into me when I was close. I also knew what she was expecting. She was here as a club girl, there to please the men. She thought that was all I wanted from her, but I was prepared to prove her fucking wrong.
“I don’t dance.”
Her mouth fell open, and I suppressed the urge to force her to her knees and shove my cock in it.
“Those sexy hips don’t sway? That’s gotta be a crime.”
“Only crime is you being here as a club girl and not at home like an Old Lady should be.” The words hadn’t meant to fall from my lips, but I couldn’t stop them. This bitch had my head all crazy. She looked reasonably shocked for a moment, an unexpected emotion. A lot of women would have taken that as an invitation and jumped all over it. But not this girl. Not her.
“Where would the fun in that be?” She winked and did well to hide the apprehension on her face. I’d let her have that one. Harmony and I sat at a table alone in the far corner of the room. I could party like the best of them, but the intrigue I felt for her was overpowering any of my other urges for the night. I needed to get to know her better.
“You hang out at the clubhouse all day?”
She shook her head while she sipped at her beer. “Not every day. I go to class three times a week, and Optimus allows me time to study, so I usually do it at the library where the men can’t interrupt.”
I tried to ignore the comment about the men and went with the other shit. “What kinda classes do you take?”
“I’m a music major. It’s been a big part of my life since I was little, and it’s the only thing I can see in my future.” She took another sip of her beer, and I waited quietly for her to continue, “My mom is a publicist. She’s worked with bands and musicians my whole life. Sometimes we’d even tour around the country with them when I was little. The big bands always got into trouble and needed someone there constantly to make public statements and excuses for them.” She let a small giggle free.