Page 26 of Feint
“Hey, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna show my girl around. We’ll catch you later.” I nodded to Damien as I steered Rosalie through the club.
We grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar, and then I walked her out to the garage area. This was where us higher-ups kept our bikes. My drag bike was in there, along with another street bike. All of Damien’s bikes and some of the other members’ as well.
I walked her over to my bike area, sitting on the stool and pulling another one up next to her to take a seat on as well. I watched her hop on, sipping on her drink, looking at everything, but her eyes kept coming back to my drag bike.
“What’s on your mind, mama? The paint job that needs to be redone? Or the fact that the last time you saw one of these, you ended up on the back of my bike, getting fucked so good?” I held her gaze as she quickly looked at me, her eyes growing wide and her face turning red.
“K-Kordell! What if someone overhears that?!” she stuttered, looking around frantically.
She brushed her hair out of the left side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. I chuckled.
“Rosalie, if they did, they would know exactly whose girl you are without a doubt. Chill, or we might have to repeat that right here, right now, in front of all these people. Do you want that?”
I stood up and walked in between her legs and leaned down, letting my fingers stroke the side of her face that was newly revealed. She shivered.
“Because I’m down if you are,” I muttered.
And my cock twitched. It was hard. Fuck, claiming her in front of my gang sounded hot as shit. I wasn’t shy. Wouldn’t be the first time other bikers got a front-row seat to a sex show in this clubhouse. But she shook her head quickly.
“No, please. If no one was here, sure—”
I cut her off with a kiss. I started slow, and then I deepened it, grabbing the beer from her hand. I placed it on the counter next to her. I wrapped my hand around the front of her throat and squeezed.
“Why don’t you follow me, mama? I’ve got more of the clubhouse to show you. No need to be so nervous. I was joking…mostly.” I winked, chuckling as she caught her breath.
She hopped off the stool, and we turned to go farther into the club. I stopped when I saw the sergeant standing at the garage entrance, blocking us. His arms folded as he leaned against the side of the frame.
“Gonna introduce me to your friend, Enforcer?” his smooth voice asked.
I reached my arm around Rosalie’s waist and instinctively tugged her into my side.
“She isn’t really someone you’re going to be spending much time talking to, so I don’t see much point, Sergeant.” I waved my hand for him to move aside. But when he didn’t, my eye twitched. Now was not the time for him to be testing my authority.
“Now, don’t be like that.” He pushed off the wall and confidently strode over, stopping right in front of us.
I stiffened as he reached a hand out and touched a piece of her hair. I could have slapped his hand right there.
“Hey, pretty. My name is Mack. I run the business side of things here in the club. Nice to meet you. I can see why the enforcer has been keeping a sexy little thing like you hidden away. You look good enough to eat.” He dropped her hair as she fidgeted with her hoodie hem again.
“Oh, um… thanks, I guess. Nice to meet you too! I’m Rosalie!”
She looked from him to me, and I glanced down at her and then turned my focus back to the sergeant.
“All right, you’ve met. Now, move. I’ve got places to get to, and I can’t waste more time here on less important things.”
I grabbed his shoulder and pushed, and he let me move him aside easily with a smile at my girl again. Fuck, I wanted to wipethat smug look off his face by smashing it into the bathroom mirror right fucking now. But I wouldn’t. He was damn lucky I was on my best behavior tonight. But if he overstepped on my girl one more time, I would break a finger at least.
I moved Rosalie through the crowd again, showing her the clubhouse, where most people crashed, and then I led her down a hallway.
“That’s Damien’s office, and the rest of these rooms belong to each of us higher-ups.” I stopped by a room on the end and gave the door a push, letting it swing open. I flipped a switch. “This is my room.”
I looked around the room with her. This was my real home; it had been since I was eighteen, back when Adrian took me in and made me road captain. Then, I’d moved from there to enforcer when a year passed and she saw I had an aptitude for discipline. There was a queen-size bed in one corner, a closet, a tall dresser, a desk, a small table with chairs, and a couch facing a large eighty-inch TV. All the furniture was a little outdated, but my TV and other appliances were new. The walls were dark blue, and the floor was the same hardwood that led up to the bedroom. I kept it clean and tidy, and maybe, just maybe, Rosalie wouldn’t notice the gun locker in the closet.
I walked us inside and closed the door behind me. I dropped my arm from around her waist and walked over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I patted my lap.
“Let’s pick up that thought about fucking on the bike again. I bet no one will hear you way back here, little mama.”
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