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“You pierce as well as tattoo?”
His head tilts to one side. “Don’t fucking mess with me,” he steps closer. “Not when you already let someone else do this,” he presses his thumb against my breast, moving it around until it makes contact with the piercing.
My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as the urge to moan comes again. Damn, these really are worth every second of theinitial pain. His lips graze my ear as he continues to caress my nipple.
“No one else will pierce you, ever. You want anything else done, you come to me. Got it.”
Bossy Garrett is doing it for me. I’m on the verge of dragging him inside when he looks over my shoulder at something in my building. Before I can turn, he puts his hand to the back of my neck and pulls me into him, kissing me. I melt. Like a fool.
After thoroughly kissing the shit out of me, he steps back and I touch my lips. Whatever caught his attention is gone now, because he hasn’t taken his eyes off me.
Out of nowhere, he slaps my ass. “Be good, Calli.”
Before I can protest, not that I want to mind you, he walks back to his bike and puts his helmet back on. He points at my building, his meaning clear.
Can’t a girl stand and swoon as she watches the hot guy drive off on his motorcycle? Given he isn’t moving, I guess not. I walk inside. Garrett doesn’t pull away until the door is closed. Even then, he waits a little longer.
The sound of the engine disappearing into the night leaves me disappointed. If my brain wasn’t occupied with him before, I don’t know how I’m going to focus on anything but him now.
Chapter Seventeen
Garrett
The party is in full swing when I pull the bike to a stop at the Disciples clubhouse. It’s been a while since I showed up at a party, but I have to speak to Nero. It’s the only time I can guarantee he will be here. He’s been impossible to get hold of.
I need to know who Caleb Dexter really is.
That prick has been stalking Calli. Maybe stalking is too literal a statement. I’m pretty sure he isn’t following her outside, buthe’s showing up whenever she is in the apartment building lobby.
For the past four days, I’ve watched her step out of the elevator, either with the asshole behind her, or he’s been hanging around waiting for her. Which means he knows her routine.
He was there when I dropped her off. He ducked out of the way when he saw me. By the time I finished kissing the shit out of her, he was gone. The kiss served as a distraction for Calli. I’m pretty sure she didn’t remember her name by the time we came up for air.
I never stake a claim on anyone, but something about that prick watching us made me lose control. I want him to know she’ll never be his.
She’s not mine either, which is beside the point. The last thing I need is her getting hurt. Something about him is pissing me off. Nero is the only one who can put me out of this fucking misery.
It’s a typical gathering at the clubhouse. Eventually, it will move over to the bar next door, but for now, the music is loud. The space is full of brothers, either with their old ladies or other random women they’ve invited.
Booze is flowing freely, and everyone seems in good spirits. Most of the parties here remain semi-calm. Nero doesn’t mind the brothers blowing off steam now and then, but he always has the surrounding area in the back of his mind. He never wants to draw attention.
As I pass through toward the bar area, I greet some brothers I’m friendly with and dip my chin at those I’m not. A couple of women try to get my attention but I’ve no interest.
“Ghost, don’t see you here often.”
Nashville is one of the younger brothers. He started prospecting at eighteen. I’ve always been friendly with him. He’s a good guy, trustworthy and loyal to the club. Like most of thebrothers, he doesn’t understand my agreement with Nero. He never gives me shit about it, which is why I don’t mind stopping in my mission to find the Prez.
We shoot the shit for a few minutes, and he asks if he can come in for some ink.
“Yeah, call the shop. Let Lucky know I said you’re a VIP. She’ll get you booked in the next couple of weeks.”
“Appreciate it.” He glances over my shoulder, frowns, and looks back at me. “I know you’re usually not a fixture here, but it’s rare to see Phoenix too.”
“What?”
I turn in time to see my friend hurrying over to the stairs and taking them two at a time. Shit, that can’t be good. The only thing up there where he might be going, is one of the bedrooms.
Nero is sitting by the bar, so Phoenix is not going up there to find him. I don’t bother saying goodbye to Nashville and head to the stairs. Nero and I meet at the bottom at the same time. He gives me a hard look.
