“It was nothing. Thanks for waking me up,” she says as she turns and tries to walk past me. I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back a step. Her big blue eyes come to rest on mine and something hits me in the chest. I don’t know what this feeling is, I don’t want to know either.
“You okay?” Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words come out. I want to push her and ask more but it’s not my business.
“I’m fine.”
“We got beer,” I tell her nodding toward the party that will soon be moving to the clubhouse.
“I don’t know,” she says shaking her head.
“They can get rowdy but they’re harmless,” I add with a smirk. She smiles back this time and fuck, I didn’t realize just how beautiful she was until right now. The moon behind her illuminates her in a glow.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” With the shrug of her shoulders, she walks along next to me as we head back toward the guys.
“The cut, that’s your club?” She asks.
“It is. Soulless Bastards,” I tell her proudly.
“I’ve heard about them. You. Well not you specifically.”
“Good things?” She narrows her eyes at me, and I laugh. “Okay so bad things. We do what we do. We don’t apologize for it, but we also have reasons behind it.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I know how the world works, Wolf.” That answer intrigues me more than the girl herself. The girl that walks around in oversized clothes to hide from something I’m not sure of. Right before we make it back to the guys, I step in front of her, turning to face her.
“How does the world work, darlin’?” She looks up at me and I can see the pain and hurt behind her eyes. I can see the pent-up frustrations that she holds onto.
“The world’s sick. The people in it are worse. They take what they want and give you nothing in return. They hurt you, rip you apart until the only choice you have left is to fight. You fight for yourself; you fight for your family. You never let them hurt you again.” Jesus Christ, someone has done a number on her mind. I nod my head.
“Sounds like you’d fit right in with us. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” She follows behind me as I walk up to the table the guys are all sitting at.
“Hey, this is Krista. Runnin’ some tatts on her. Krista, this is Sly, Gauge, Shaft, Dezzy, Temple,” I say each one’s name as I point them out to her before moving to a few of the others.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she says politely. I motion for the prospect to grab a few more beers before ushering her onto the picnic table.
“You lettin’ this fuckhole put his ink on you, huh?” Shaft asks her. I flip him off.
“Yeah. Freehand.” They all look at me like she’s mentally insane.
“If anybody can freehand you somethin’ special, it’s Wolf. He does all our club ink,” Sly tells her.
“I think he can do it too. What he’s already started looks amazing,” she says with a huge smile boosting my ego a little higher.
“He did mine. Look,” Dez leaps out of Gauge’s lap and rushes around the table showing the sprawling cherry blossoms I did on her arm to cover her old scars. It was an honor to do that for her. Especially after how far she’s come with her addiction.
“That is beautiful! I love that,” Krista gushes as she runs her fingers over Dez’s tattoo.
“He’s good at what he does.” Dez’s words cause me to smirk. I take down the rest of my beer before tossing the bottle in the trash.
“Ain’t it about time to we head back to the clubhouse? Don’t wanna wake up the normal people of this town,” I say. Sly stands first coming around and offering Krista his hand. She takes it and stands.
“Thanks for letting me hang out.”
“Night’s not over yet, sweetheart. We’re headin’ back to the clubhouse. Come with us,” Sly tells her. I grab her half empty beer and bring it to my lips as she watches me. Tipping it up, I swallow down what’s left before tossing that bottle too. Krista licks her lips and my cock strains in my jeans.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t really have a ride home,” she says.
“You can stay. We have extra rooms,” Temple says before leaping into Shaft’s arms.
“I don’t know…”
“It’s fine. I’ll take you home if you wanna go later.” All eyes come to meet mine as I shrug. What? I just offered the girl a ride home, not my cock on a stick.
“Okay. I guess I can come for a while.”
Six
Krista
What the hell was I thinking? I don’t know any of these people! Half naked girls roam around the room, grinding on guys. Some are kissing each other. Jesus, it’s like a brothel in here.
“You having fun?” Dez asks me over the music.
“I don’t really know,” I admit making her laugh.
“You get used to it. The girls know which guys they can touch and which ones they better keep their hands off,” she says.
“Hands off?”
“Yeah, the guys with old ladies, they steer clear of,” she says pointing out Gauge, Shaft and a few other guys that don’t have women hanging off them. I get it now.
“So, all the others are single?” I ask curious about Wolf.
“Yeah, they are.” My eyes find him across the room. Not like I had to look very hard. Two girls straddle each of his thighs, grinding themselves against him. He doesn’t even seem to notice them or if he does, he isn’t acting like it. He’s carrying on a conversation with another guy.
“Wolf’s a good guy.”
“Seems great,” I say. Dez laughs.
“The girls go after anyone.” I nod my head and scan the room once more when I see Sly, who I know now as the president. He turns to look at something over his shoulder when he catches me looking. He smiles and motions for me to come over.
“That’s my dad,” Dez says. I glance over at her.
“Good to know,” I say smoothly. I want to laugh because I find him attractive but there’s no way in hell I’m going near her dad. That’s a little too embarrassing for me. Dez gives me a little shove in his direction and I find my feet moving before I can even think about it. In no time, I’m standing next to him.
“You havin’ fun?” He asks leaning down and whispering in my ear. I’m a little tipsy but not drunk, but just hearing his rough voice makes my stomach tumble.
“Yeah. I’m probably going to go soon.”
“You’re welcome to stay.” When I look up into his eyes, I can see the lust in them. He isn’t ugly, in fact, he’s sexy as hell. His hand comes up and cups my cheek, his thumb running over my flesh. I close my eyes, but just as I’m about to sink into something I’m not sure I should, I feel something hard at my back. My eyes fly open as Sly chuckles.
“Think that means you have plans for the night,” he says lowering his hand and turning back to the conversation he was having. I start to turn my head and look over my shoulder, but I’m stopped.