Page 19 of The Originals

She waved to her mother and started down the walkway with him.

“I think you charmed my mom.”

“Yeah? You think she’ll put in a good word for me with her daughter?”

Meg fought against a smile and lost. She peeked over at Mick as he grabbed her hand, walking her to the bike.

“So.” Meg paused. “I thought your name was Mick.”

“Short for McMillian.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “You didn’t tell me.”

“You never asked.” Mick winked. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that her mother was watching through the window. She’d be dealing with the interrogation tomorrow, but for now she was just going to enjoy her time with Mick.

My first real party at the clubhouse.

*

Meg hadn’t been nervous about the party until they pulled into the lot at the clubhouse. Her focus had mainly been on Mick. But there were more people than she’d expected. The lot was nearly full, with several bikes and a few cars on the side yard.

Mick parked in what seemed a designated spot for his bike. It was midway between the front and back yards, giving her a view of both. There were crowds of people everywhere and rock music blasted in the background.

Meg slowly spun around, taking it all in. She’d been to plenty of parties in her life, but none as big as this one. Mick came up at her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her stomach. She’d worn a shirt that showed a sliver of her belly. Mick was taking full advantage, and he caressed his fingers over her skin. His mouth brushed against her ear.

“This—” He paused, kissing her neck. “Is a club party.”

Yes, it is.

Mick straightened, grabbed her hand, and led her through the crowds toward the front door. It was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. Without realizing it, she hesitated, pulling at his arm. Mick immediately stopped, turned, and moved in closer, only a foot away.

“What’s wrong?”

She parted her lips but couldn’t quite find the words. She looked over her shoulder and then the other. Mick curved his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“You scared?”

“No, not scared. Just uh—” She glanced around the area again. There were a lot of bikers and half-dressed women hanging around the yard. Mick squeezed her hand, and she looked up at him.

“Nervous?”

“A little,” she whispered.

He smiled and leaned in, brushing his lips against hers for a soft kiss.

“Nothing to be nervous about. It ain’t your first time here.”

Maybe that was the problem. She’d thought she’d been prepared, but as Mick pointed out, the prior time was a gathering.Thiswas a party.

“You seem to forget that last time I spent the majority of my time alone in the corner.”

Mick chuckled, shaking his head. “Not tonight. You’re with me, and I ain’t leaving your side.”

It was reassuring.Kind of.It helped but didn’t completely dissolve her apprehension. Mick didn’t give her any time to argue and led her across the front yard. He stopped a few times, introducing her to a few brothers.

They weren’t even five feet in the door when she saw the display in the corner of the room.Oh my God. There were two women bent over the back of the couch getting fucked by two men. The woman on the right was also giving a blow job to a man standing in front of her. Off to the side, only a foot away, another couple were against the wall having sex. It was like something out of a triple X-rated movie. It was almost hard to see where one person started and the other ended. Random limbs, breasts, asses, and dicks.

Meg felt the heat rise to her cheeks and quickly turned her head, tightening her hold over Mick’s hand. It was impossible to see where he was leading her through the sea of people until he abruptly stopped. Meg peered around his arm.