“Damn,” he said.
“I’m being frank here. I don’t know what kind of sexy we’re going for. This is the closest I’ve got.” She wrinkled her nose. “I know it’s not great.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Who says it’s not great?”
“I did.”
Smokey ran his hand down to the curve of her ass. “I like it.”
“Good.”
He stepped back to reveal his bike.
“Hell, no,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll take my car to your clubhouse. There’s no way I’m getting on the back of a bike.”
“Babe, get your ass on the bike.”
“Er, no. This babe doesn’t get told what to do and obey.” She walked to her car. “I’ll drive. It’ll be good this way. I can come home without having to stop you from having fun.”
“You’re doing this to piss me off,” he said.
“Why would I do that?” She gave him a little chuckle, but she’d already climbed into her car.
Two could play at this game. Straddling his bike, exceedingly disappointed in the fact she wasn’t seated behind him, he reeved his engine and glared at the offending car. Most chicks wanted to be on the back of his bike.
Ava was … totally different, and he was going to have to get used to that.
Still, he liked that she didn’t back down. Ava wasn’t a doormat. However, if she thought she was going to get away from his party easily, she was very much mistaken.
Smokey took the lead, driving with her following him. The guys were going to laugh their asses off when they saw him, but he didn’t care. He’d have the prettiest girl at the club.
Riding to the clubhouse, he’d hoped to use the vibrations of the machine to turn her on and to get as close to her as humanly possible. That wasn’t going to happen.
Arriving at the clubhouse, he cut the engine as Ava picked a spot. A couple of the guys were already drinking. The scent of barbeque was heavy in the air, and music covered any wave of laughter.
Ava climbed out and he took her hand holding the keys.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m making sure you don’t run off from me tonight. You need these keys back, you’ve got to ask nicely.”
He put the keys into his jeans pocket.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Neither are you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “But you don’t see me complaining.”
“I barely know you.”
“And you think I know a lot more about you?”
She glared at him. “Are you telling me you didn’t run some kind of background check on me?”
He paused as he looked at her.
“Yeah, you think I’m stupid? Suddenly knowing where I work. My ex. All topics I’m pretty sure I didn’t cover.” She smiled at him. “I also happened to notice Ryan’s Place is closed until further notice and your knuckles are bloody, like they hit someone. Am I getting hot so far?”
He had no idea an intelligent, observant woman could turn him on so much. Most of the women he knew turned a blind eye to the happenings within the club. Ava took it all in.
“Did you like what you found?” she asked, hand on hip.
“Do you think you’d be here if I didn’t?”
“Fair enough. I need a drink. Are we going to get this party started or are we going to stand outside and chat about how unfair you are?”
He smiled and invaded her space, pressing her up against her car. “You know, I’ve hurt men for less. I don’t like being disrespected.”
Ava put her hands on his shoulders. He liked her touch a little too much. “And I don’t like having my privacy invaded.”
“You would’ve given up your personal details so easily?”
“In time. I’d have shared anything, including my ex’s name. Seeing as you know all about me, I think it’s unfair. I need to know more about you, besides the fact you’re an arrogant asshole.”
“Believe me, that’s one of my better qualities.”
“I have no doubt. Drink or not?” she asked.
He pressed his body against hers, seeing the flare in her gaze. “How about I take you up to my room?”
“How about I get a drink first and you’re nice to me?” she asked. “You want a girl to fuck, I’m sure there are plenty of willing women around.”
He put his hands on her hips, letting her feel how aroused he was. “Let’s get one thing straight, Ava. You can give me lip all you want. I like it, but you and me, it’s a sure thing.”
“Not if you’re an asshole.” She took him by surprise, pressing her lips against his. It wasn’t a deep kiss or even a long one. Just a single peck on the lips. “Drink?” She brushed past him, and he grabbed her hand.
He wouldn’t allow her to shake him off. The dress wasn’t the skimpiest thing that would be worn. He guaranteed there were women wearing absolutely nothing. What he didn’t want was any of the brothers to think she was an easy ride.
She belonged to him. Every single part of her.
He wanted her so badly. His time in her bed would come.
Until then, he was going to have fun exploring this woman. He’d gotten used to the club whores throwing themselves at him. He couldn’t remember a time he actually had to do anything but snap his fingers.
They entered the bar, and Ava came to a complete stop. There were three completely naked women dancing across the bar. Two were kissing as the other one danced. The bar was high enough that as she went down and spread her knees, they got a clear sight of her pussy.
“Oh,” Ava said.
“You can handle this, right?” he asked.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Your party is one big orgy?”
“No, my party is a bunch of guys having a whole lot of fun.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Come on.”
He moved through the crowd, going to the bar and ordering her a beer.
“I’ll just have a soda.”
Smokey pressed the beer into her hand and took a swig of his own.
He spotted a couple of the guys checking her out, and he pulled her close to his side, putting a hand on her ass for good measure. They all backed off. There were a lot of benefits to being the president of the club. This was one of them.
He took her hand, swigging the beer and moving her away from the crowd. They were stopped on the dance floor by a topless woman.
“Hey, Smokey, I’m so wet for you.” She ran her finger down his chest.
He shoved her away.
“Hey, that wasn’t nice,” Ava said.
Pressing her against the wall with his body, he stared down into her eyes. She was a lot smaller than him.
“These women need to learn their place.”
“You don’t have to be mean about it.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I do. You don’t understand this world, but that’s okay. In time, you’ll come to see what it’s all about.”
Smokey noticed she started to take small swigs of her beer as they watched the room. Guys were playing pool, men and women were making out.
They’d come back into the main clubhouse. He took her outside where couples were eating and dancing. The loud music inside could still be heard from a short distance.