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Because the truth was, I didn’t want to take it slow with Fiona. I wanted to get closer—real close, to be there for her, feel her, and taste her, even if I wasn’t sure I had any business doing it.
And it was obvious that she wanted the same thing, hell maybe she wasn’t wanting a serious relationship, just a toss in the sheets. Fuck, I knew that was a load of bullshit, and I tossedmy wrench against the wall in frustration. “What are you doing to me, Fiona?” I muttered.
CHAPTER NINE
THE FIRE CRACKLEDand popped, sending sparksup into the night sky as the bonfire roared behind the clubhouse. The Friday night party outside was in full swing—booze flowing, music blasting, open sex as the bikers let loose after a long week of whatever jobs they had or the chaos the club had been dealing with. It was wild tonight, even by our standards.
The kind of night where anything could happen, and probably would.
I sat in one of the old lawn chairs, watching the flames dance, barely listening to the conversation happening around me. Chain was rambling on about some big fish he caught last week, while Thunder was busy downing his beer like it was water. Thesweet butts and hang arounds were hovering nearby, tits bared as they danced, clearly trying to catch our attention, but I wasn’t interested.
Shit, I should just move my lawn chair to the old dock and be alone, since that’s what I was feeling right now.
Normally, a night like this would be exactly what I needed—a chance to cut loose, get drunk and get laid, forget about everything for a while. But tonight, my head wasn’t in it. I kept thinking about her.
I couldn’t get her out of my fucking mind even though I’ve been trying to keep my distance like Spinner had suggested. No matter how much I tried to focus on the fire, the conversation, or the women who were too eager for my attention, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. To the way she looked at me in the garage, with those wide, uncertain eyes, that you never knew what shade of blue they would be.
The way her body felt so right holding me tight on the back of my Harley the other day, like she belonged there. How the feel of her eyes watching me while I worked turned me the fuck on. To the way she seemed so out of place in this world, yet somehow, I couldn’t picture her anywhere else now that she was here.
“Bolt, you even listenin’?” Chain’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I glanced over at him, seeing his confused expression.
“Yeah,” I muttered, though I had no idea what he’d just said.
Thunder laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “You my brother are a fucking liar. What’s on your mind?”
“I’m not lying about shit.”
“Is this about Horse’s daughter?” Chain asked, leaning forward and looking me in the eye. “Because you haven’t been the same since she got here.”
“No shit, really?” Thunder said, now curious as hell. “Fiona? You’re one brave motherfucker, cause if you hit and quit Horse’sdaughter, he’ll send you down under and I don’t mean fucking Australia.”
Before I could reply, a hang-around I barely knew plopped down on my knee, no top and as her skirt rode up, no panties, her hand resting on my shoulder. I could feel her eyes on me, waiting for me to put my hands on her, but I didn’t bite, my cock seemingly locked down, same as my mind.
“Come on, Bolt,” she purred, her fingers trailing lightly down my arm. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”
I shrugged her off, taking another sip of my beer. “I’m not interested”
She huffed, but before she could say anything else, Jenny, who’d been eyeing me for the past hour, came up and tried to join in. She leaned over the back of my chair, pressing her chest against my shoulder in a way that would have normally gotten a reaction from me. “How about the both of us?” she purred, her hand caressing the other woman’s tit.
“Damn Bolt, if you don’t, I will,” Chain growled from beside me, already standing, andhecalledmea manwhore? I don’t think there’s a woman out there who could lock him down.
“Go with Chain,” I said, lifting the hang-around off my knee. That’s when something caught my eyes standing just outside the circle, by one of the big ancient trees. I would recognize that small woman anywhere. What was she doing out here?
Fiona was standing just a few feet away, watching the party unfold around the bonfire, and the look on her face stopped me cold. The disgust and fear written all over her face said it all. She looked horrified, like she was seeing a side of this world she hadn’t been prepared for.
And maybe she wasn’t.
Hell, she didn’t belong anywhere near this scene
Her eyes locked on the group of men by the fire—some of the guys getting rough with a couple of the women, in a sexual way,the kind of rough that usually went over well in these circles, the women on board. But I could see it in her face—this wasn’t something she approved of. She didn’t understand it, didn’t want any part of it.
She was scared. Disgusted. And suddenly, I hated that she was seeing this side of the club.
Of me.
I stood up, shrugging past the women who were still talking, ignoring their confused looks. Fiona turned, her expression darkening as she walked away, her back stiff, her pace quick. She was retreating, trying to escape whatever had just hit her.
“Where are you going, Bolt?” Jenny called after me, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t have time for them. I had to go after her.