Page 34 of Loco
“No—”
I paused to think for a minute, which turned out to be a mistake. Everything that was Millie satiated my senses and revved me up. Her fragrance. Her warm breath as it escaped from between her plump, glossy lips. The innocent confusion shining in her eyes as they locked onto mine. The fiery copper of her hair that even now beckoned my hands. The way her tits moved as she breathed against me.
“Are you okay?” Even though there was concern in her voice, I also detected a note of humor.
No. Maybe I was having some kind of an attack.
I shook my head at the effect she had on me, and lowered my forehead against hers, breathing in deep. I needed to calm the fuck down. Remind myself that she wasn’t for me.
If that were true then why had I gone out of my way to approach her, if not to have a reason to touch her? I slammed my fists against the wall on either side of her head and prayed like fuck that that was as close as I’d come to putting my hands on her.
Because if I touched her…
“What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?” I whispered against her smooth skin.
“I don’t understand whatyou’redoing,” she whispered back. “Your date is in the other room.”
I pulled back to meet her eyes. So she’d seen me come in with Leslie. “Told you I don’t date. As for what I’m doing, I wanted to make sure you weren’t here alone.” I let my eyes sweep up and down her body. “Dressed like you want to get laid.”
She laughed, and damned if I didn’t like that sound. “What if I do? It’s none of your business, Loco. You’ve already had me, and according to your MO you rarely go back for seconds. Well, news flash,lover boy, you broke my dry spell. Men aren’t the only ones who like to scratch an itch.”
Scratch an itch? Fuck me.
She was fucking kidding. Right? Just saying shit to get me riled up? I couldn’t blame her if that’s what she was doing. I deserved it for giving her mixed signals. Hell, I was giving myself mixed signals, and she had me so goddamned confused. I’d spent most of my adult life fucking my way through it. No strings. No names most of the time. No regrets, and sure as hell no messy emotions.
I’d been attracted to other women before, but nothing like what I was feeling for the little spitfire in front of me. Fucking her hadn’t gotten her out of my system like it had with those other women. The attraction was still there, stronger than ever. I’d known it when I’d kissed her at the clubhouse that night and had freaked the fuck out when I’d realized what it had made me feel. It’d been a dick move deserting her like I had and then letting Kelly grind on me.
But I couldn’t undo it.
“Can I go back to my table now?” Her snippy tone reminded me that I had her pinned against the wall. “I don’t want the others to think that I’ve left.”
I felt better knowing that she wasn’t there by herself, trolling for dick. “Who you with?”
“Lissa, Viola, and some of the old ladies from your club.” She smirked. “Happy now?”
I kept her caged in, needing her to understand how dangerous Grinders could be. “Good. You stay with that group, darlin’. Grinders can be every bit as fucking dangerous as the clubhouse. Men here are bikers and truckers, and they expect the women who frequent here to know that. Women know not to come here alone.” She opened her mouth to argue, I could see it. “And before you tell me you can take care of yourself, you can’t. I could put you over my shoulder and take you out the back door right now and no one would stop me.” That wasn’t exactly true, but the little white lie served its purpose.
“Thank you for the warning,” she said. “Anything else?”
Yeah. I wanted to kiss the hell out of her. But that wasn’t all. I wanted to reach beneath that short dress she had on, rip her panties off, and fuck her into the wall. I wanted to bury my dick in so deep and flood her with my cum so that she’d be feeling it for a week.
I had to get my head out of my ass before I made a mistake and claimed Millie as mine.
I let her go, watching her sexy ass walk all the way back to her table.
Chapter 16
Millie
The rest of the night went by in a blur. Viola left with Bull, while I decided to stay. I’d switched from beer to tequila shots and knew that I’d probably had a few too many, but I didn’t care. Running into Loco with that woman had left me feeling sorry for myself. I knew they had stayed at the bar, but I purposely stopped myself from looking for them. Why torture myself with images of them all over each other?
I had to get the man out of my head!
The only problem was that he wasn’t making it easy.
I danced a few more times with Doc before he had to leave, too. Then Jolene went home because she was tired, and who could blame her. She looked about ready to pop out that baby. It had warmed me to see how LD had hovered over her protectively when it was time for them to go, how he’d treated Jolene as if she were fragile porcelain. It was clear that the big, gruff biker with the scratchy voice adored his beautiful wife, and she him.
Soon after that Lissa and Frenchie disappeared as well. Annabelle spent most of her time with Danny, which left just Lulu and me at the table. We used the time to get better acquainted, and as I’d guessed when I’d first met her, we were going to be good friends. She was sweet and gutsy at the same time, and so easy to like.