Page 5 of The Originals
He lifted his beer bottle, watching her sink deeper into the corner as her friend walked toward the bar. For the next twenty minutes, she stayed almost hidden near the wall. When it seemed a member took notice of her, she quickly moved, disappearing into the crowd. She was definitely aware of her surroundings. His brothers may have lost sight of her, but Mick didn’t. His arm shifted forward when someone knocked into him, but Mick kept his gaze locked on her.
“That’s some virgin pussy, brother.” Grain laughed, gripping his shoulder in a tight squeeze.
It was possible. She certainly didn’t look as though she was eager for any male attention. Not exactly scared, but definitelyuneasy and on edge. Cautious, as she should be. Mick had seen too many women come into the club not fully understanding their roles, or what might be expected of them from some of the brothers. Mick had a lot of respect and love for not only the club, but the brothers who rode beside him. However, some were assholes. And some were even worse.
Mick lifted his chin. “Who brought her?”
Most times, members were the only ones allowed to invite outsiders into their gatherings. There was a lot more leniency when it came to women, but they had to know someone.
“Jerry, I think. He invited the blonde.” Grain scoffed. “That fucker thinks bringing in slits is gonna give him a better chance at prospecting. Like we need the fucking help getting broads in here. Fucking idiot, that one.”
Mick didn’t always agree with Grain, but he had a valid point. The club was never hard up for fresh meat in the form of women. Bringing them in also wouldn’t help Jerry’s chances. He wasn’t Ghosttown material, and half the guys knew it.
Mick nodded with his gaze still locked on the girl. Mick had no intention of making a move just yet. Surprisingly, he was content watching her, how she attempted to disappear into the corner as if hoping no one would notice. He brought his cigarette to his lips, taking a deep drag and squinting.
“A little fucking competition, brother?” Grain asked.
Mick looked over at Grain, whose scowl deepened. Some might take it as a challenge with Grain wanting to take a shot at Mick’s new obsession. But Mick knew Grain better than anyone, reading the question for what it was—a warning.
Mick followed Grain’s stare back to the corner of the room where his little beauty had been holed up. It seemed Mick wasn’t the only man to notice her. Mack, the VP, had turned and was staring her down with a very familiar look. Interest.
Mick straightened, placing his bottle on the bar. He might be making his move sooner than expected. Unless a woman was an old lady, she was up for grabs. It was rare to see any of the brothers fight over a woman. The focus was always on the life, not pussy. But Mick had silently staked his claim an hour ago, and he wasn’t going to back down.
The girl seemed immediately aware of Mack, though she lacked any mutual interest. She skirted the group, dipping through the crowd in a zig-zag motion and making a beeline for the back door. It was pretty stealthy. A little too stealthy for Mick. It was the first time all night he lost sight of her. He turned, slapped Grain on the back, and circled the bar, heading to the back door.
“Go get your virgin piece, brother.” Grain’s boisterous taunting did nothing to dissuade Mick. He was a man on a mission. Unlike Grain’s quip, Mick was a little more invested than a quick fuck in his room. There was just something about her.
Just as Mick passed the bathroom door that was cracked open, he glanced over when he heard a female shout, “Oh God, fuck me harder!”
Mick couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the woman’s face. His girl may be a virgin, but her friend wasn’t.
Mick stalked outside, scanning the yard. There was a decent crowd outside with most people sticking close to the fire. Most but not her. He looked to his right and was about to start wandering around in search of her. He didn’t have to bother. On the far left near the clubhouse but separated from the group, she stood by herself, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
Mick didn’t waste any time walking up behind her, catching her off guard, and putting every ounce of effort into getting her to stick around with him. And so far, it was working.
An hour later, he stood in the same spot, completely enamored with her. Everything about this woman arrested his attention. Her face, her body, her scent, her voice, and every word that came out of her mouth.Every fucking thing.
He was quickly learning that Meg wasn’t exactly like he’d assumed, especially her response to her friend’s bathroom liaisons. She proved to be more open-minded and free than he expected. It didn’t mean she ranked with most of the other women at the party. She was still different, and in a way, Mick couldn’t seem to get enough.
“I have a confession. We weren’t exactly invited.” Meg blushed, offering him a shy smile.
“Ahh…” He snickered.
“We’re party crashers.” She shrugged. “Linda was invited, but not by anyone in the club. Is that gonna be a problem, you think?”
It may have been for anyone else. But not for her. He’d challenge anyone who questioned her or had the balls to try and kick her out. Meg wasn’t going anywhere, if Mick had a say.And I fucking do.
As a founding member of Ghosttown Riders MC, his word, along with several others, was gospel and rarely challenged.
“Considering this ain’t a party, it’s not gonna be an issue.”
Meg furrowed her brows, and her gaze darted around the yard. “This isn’t a party?”
“No.” Mick smiled. “This is a gathering. Parties are a lot wilder. But if anyone asks, you tell them you’re with me.”
Her teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she seemingly fought against a smile. “Thanks.”
He nodded and followed her stare when she looked across the yard and widened her eyes. It was a common sight. Two club whores were dancing around the fire topless. Meg’s cheeks pinkened, and she averted her eyes, strategically avoiding thewomen. Mick was tempted to tease her but wasn’t willing to risk sending her running. Instead, he chose a distraction. He took a few steps, which in turn blocked her view.