Anna-Beth thought back to the time in the city, waking up with a gun pressed to her head as they robbed her place. The men responsible were drug dealers after some quick money. They didn’t care about the trauma they were inflicting or who they were hurting. Both of them were in jail as she’d been one of many apartments hit.
They’d even robbed a cop’s house as well.
Anyway, she wasn’t going to think about that time. She’d never been so scared in her life.
She got onto her street and hummed as she walked all the way down, coming to less than twenty feet away when she heard the music. His house was lit up, whereas hers lay completely dark.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way to her home. She would change first. There was no way in hell she’d wear a bikini to any kind of party.
She didn’t take her time inside her home, nor did she shower. Quickly throwing on a pair of jeans, and a top that dipped in at the cleavage, clung to her waist, and expanded out at the hips, she let her hair down. No makeup, nothing. After running a brush through her long locks, she settled on some flat shoes, and she was done. This wasn’t the kind of party animal she was.
She left her bedroom, only to turn on her heel and look at herself.
“What am I doing? I shouldn’t go over there.” She went to remove her clothes just as her doorbell rang.
Who the hell would be calling on her?
She made her way downstairs, opening the door before she even looked out. Sure enough, Rix was there.
“I had this feeling you were debating coming to the party,” he said.
“Er, no.” She looked down at herself. “I don’t really know how to … party. I think I’m going to stay in.” This was so fucking embarrassing. She hated this.
He chuckled. “Sweetheart. We’re not having a rave. You look hot, but you’re going to be the only woman overdressed.” He took her hand. “I forbid you to ignore me.”
She stumbled against his chest with a giggle.
“That’s the spirit.” He pulled her door closed.
“Wait, I’ve got to lock it.”
“You don’t need to.”
“But I do.” She thought back to the burglars. Her apartment had been locked then too with no reason for them to steal anything.
“We’re going to be right next door. No one is going to steal shit and if they do, I’ll deal with them. Trust me.”
She didn’t know him, but being in his arms, looking into his eyes, there was something about him that just screamed … protection.
“Okay,” she said.
“Good. Now, are you ready to party?”
“Wait, wait, I got you some beer.”
“Then you can keep it in your fridge, because my party comes fully stocked.” He winked at her and then she was in his house.
He hadn’t been lying. Boxes were lying all around. Couples were already on the furniture. The leather cuts were nowhere in sight, which was strange. She had seen a couple of bikers visiting him but she’d never got a clear view of the MC he was part of.
“You’re going to see some crazy shit. The boys don’t exactly know the meaning of getting a room.” He chuckled. “Come on.”
The grill was already fired up. People were laughing and she instantly saw what he meant about being the only female overdressed. She was. The women were all in bikinis. Some of their shirts weren’t exactly in place.
She was seeing a lot of naked flesh and tits. Even the men were close to being naked as well. This wasn’t like any kind of party she’d been to. There was so much flesh exposed. Oh, boy.
“Don’t let it shock you.”
“Shocked? No. I’m fine. I see this all the time.”
“Then maybe you could close your mouth and stop drooling.” Rix handed her a beer and there was that wink which she just knew was going to cause her trouble.
Chapter Two
His boys were on their best behavior. Rix wouldn’t accept anything less from his men. They could party all they wanted, but he’d also asked them not to wear their leather. It helped with his record and meant he could be back in place as their president soon enough.
Sipping at his beer, he watched her, waiting to see if she’d freak out. She was shocked but she hadn’t run back home.
The clothes she wore looked more suitable for going out on a date to an open cinema than actually having a house party. The jeans hugged her curves and the shirt wasn’t too bad. He wanted to get his hands on her body. Even though he was sixteen years older than her, he wanted her. Age gap be damned.
She tilted the beer to her lips, taking a sip. He watched her throat work, imagining his cock in her mouth, and her sucking on him. Fuck, now he wanted to fuck her. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. The brothers kept offering him the latest pussy. The women with the tightest, wettest cunts, but he wasn’t interested.
Now the woman before him, he could gladly take her, fuck her, and have her over and over again. In fact, he couldn’t stop thinking about having her. She was a delight.
“This is one hell of a party.”
“Really? This is tame.”
“You call this tame?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He moved up close behind her so his lips were right next to her ear. “If it was a real party at the clubhouse, they’d be fucking right in front of our eyes.”
“Oh. I don’t think that’s the kind of party I should go to.”
“Why not? It’s a lot of fun.”
“I’m not a fun kind of person.”
He wanted to lick her neck and nibble on her flesh, let her know what she was missing out on. “I don’t know. I’d say there’s something there that says you just haven’t had the right kind of guy show you the best time.” He could show her a whole load of pleasure and fun.
“Burgers are up,” his VP called.
“Hungry?”
“Yes. Starving.” With how tight her nipples were, he could imagine her being starved for a whole lot of other things as well.
She walked toward the line to get her food. He finished off his beer as his friend and enforcer came to him. “What is it, Night?” he asked.
His friend held his hands up. “You don’t want to meddle with her kind.”
“Her kind?”
“She’s a civilian, Rix. You know this is going to end badly.”
He and Night went back a long way. They were the first two to form his MC, but Night wanted the role of enforcer. He was deadly when it came to a weapon and had no qualms about killing a man.
The man was a fucking machine. Deadly. He had saved his life many times. They’d been through hell together and if there was one man who he knew had his back, it was this guy.
“In case you didn’t see, I’m a civilian now. I don’t have to go and follow the rules. She’s completely in my league.”
“The mafia are closing in, Rix. They want answers to their shipment.”
“They can suck on my dick, that’s what they can do.” Rix’s anger started to rise. He was pissed off. Entering into any kind of deal with the mafia was a risk and he’d taken one because he liked the capo. It was the biggest mistake of his life. The bonus thing about being locked up, he got the chance to meet a lot of interesting people who had a beef against the same man who’d set him up.