Kit was a magnificent specimen of a man. His hair was short but just long enough for me to grip between the spaces of my fingers if I ran them through it. He had the lightest beard that shaded his jaw and just above his deliciously full lips. His shoulders and chest were wide beneath his cut but led down to a trim waist and powerful legs.
“He say anything to you?” Kit asked, his voice so deep I could almost feel the vibrations in my chest. There was also the slightest accent present that made him even more intriguing.
“Uhh… yeah.” I racked my brains, trying to think about the threats that the suited man had thrown at us that afternoon. “Um, when I attempted to give him the phone, he told me I needed to learn my place. And then after he had talked to you, he said we needed to learn a lesson in behavior and that it would come.”
“And that he’d ‘conduct it personally,'” Chelsea added, using her fingers to quote the man.
Kit glanced over his shoulder at Optimus, who met his eyes with a raised brow. I frowned. Sure, I’d been a little frightened at the time, but guys made pathetic threats all the time when they didn’t get their way. It was like a defense mechanism in some men.
“You said he looked pretty well-off?” Optimus inquired, tapping his fingers on the table.
I nodded. “Hell, yeah. That wasn’t just a rental suit. My mom’s friend owns a high-class bridal=hire place. I worked there one summer when I was in high school. It was the real deal, I think maybe Armani.”
“And those shoes. Jesus! I could see my face in them, they were so damn shiny,” Chelsea added dramatically causing me to giggle.
“You gotta leave the compound over the next couple of days?” Kit asked, pushing off the desk and standing with his feet shoulder-width apart and returning his arms to their previously folded position.
“We both have classes almost every day this week. The semester is coming to an end, and we both have tests.”
“Put someone on them,” he said sternly, and Optimus’ head bobbed in agreement.
“Caleb. He can go with you to classes and bring you home.”
Chel and I looked at each other, our faces both resembling confusion. It wasn’t unheard of to have a prospect follow a club girl if there were some kind of grave danger or threat to the club. But this seemed a little overkill.
“Come on, Optimus. It honestly wasn’t that bad. He made some idle threats and threw his toys outta the cot like a child who didn’t get his way. But having a tail, isn’t that a bit extreme?” I tried to explain my feelings in the most respectful way possible without it sounding like I was calling him an idiot for being so dramatic.
“You’re the property of the club, aren’t you?” Optimus gritted, obviously taking offense to what I’d said. I caught a small smirk form on Kit’s lips.
Knowing I should have kept my mouth shut and followed orders, I changed my tact opting for a little bit of greasing. “Yes. We are, Prez.”
His shoulders loosened but only a smidge. “We protect what’s ours. You know this. I like you, Harmony, you’ve been here a long time.” He stuck me with a hard glare. “But don’t question my decisions.”
“Yes, sir.”
I felt like a small child being scolded. It didn’t happen often, and it didn’t feel right at all. The smirk remained on Kit’s face, maybe even growing a little bigger as he watched my obedience. Chelsea, on the other hand, I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. She knew it took a lot for me to shut my mouth, and she was evidently amused at the fact that I’d backed down. I followed the rules well. I understood that the rules of the MC were there for a reason, and a lot of the time they were to keep people safe. But that didn’t mean I was scared to voice my opinion when I thought it was required or that I didn’t believe in standing up for myself when I thought something was wrong.
Unfortunately for Chelsea, Optimus also noticed her amused face.
“Kit, will you take Harm back to the party. Go be with your boys.” He turned to eye Chelsea whose shoulders straightened like she had been jabbed with a cow prod. “You stay here.”
Kit walked toward me, taking me by the elbow and leading me out the door. It was my turn to smile, knowing Chelsea was in for a good ear-bashing from our president. If she were lucky, maybe even a spanking for being naughty.
Kit led me down the hallway, his hand firmly fixed to my arm. I wanted to make some comment about how I knew my way around the clubhouse and didn’t need a leash. But after Optimus already having a go at me about talking back, I knew I probably shouldn’t piss off another club President.
I could hear the sounds of the party already raging and was in serious need of another drink. Kit, on the other hand, had other thoughts, and before we reached the doors to the main room, I was promptly pushed against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but gave me one hell of a fright. My hands instantly went to his chest. Rock fucking hard.
He pushed against me, holding me captive with his body and his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. My breathing quickened, and my heart began to race. I didn’t know what I was feeling. Usually, when this happened with the men, I would get excited knowing what was to come next. But with Kit, I had feelings stirring inside me that had yet to surface. Not just want but a sense of need. I had no idea what to expect from him, and the idea of that was thrilling.
“You dance.” His words were formed as a statement, not a question.
I shook my head. My movements were jerking, my mind clouded by his closeness. “No… not really.”
His hand moved from the wall, and he cupped my chin. His thumb reached up and dragged over my lips, pulling my lower one with it as it retreated. A familiar tingling started at the bottom of my stomach, and I knew I was wetter than ever. I pleaded in my head for him to lift me so I could wrap my legs around his slim waist as he drove his cock in and out of me. The thought was torturous. My thighs had a mind of their own, wiggling around to gain some sort of friction between my legs.
“You’re not a stripper?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. I watched his face as his eyes roamed me, taking in every inch of my body that they could reach.
“No, I’m not a stripper. I’m a club girl.” He stepped back, but only enough to allow me to breathe again.
“You’re a club girl?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’ve been with the club for a while now.”
He seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment, his mood doing a complete one-eighty from the intense sexual vibe he was giving off a moment ago.
“For now, you’re with me.” He gripped my chin in a tight hold, forcing our eyes to meet. “You don’t move from my side tonight.”
I nodded. I wasn’t objecting to the chance of finding out what this man had hidden underneath his cut and jeans. My body was already craving his touch. By the end of the night, I knew the spark that had been lit was going to blow.
He flicked his head in the direction of the bustling room, and I slid from the small space between him and the wall and began walking toward the sounds of Metallica. I could feel his body moving with me without even having to look over my shoulder, his presence completely engulfing me.
As we walked through the door, I could see the party was in full swing. There were strippers on the stage and men from both chapters sitting on couches watching them while they relaxed and shot the shit with their brothers.