“Yeah, I did.Bastard knows better than to come around here pulling shit like that.Some of the girls around here may earn their keep by being fuck dolls, but they have the freedom of choice.”
“Okay.Here’s your money.”I try to hand him the bills, but he folds my fingers back over the bills.
“Keep it.”
Accepting it feels wrong, but refusing his order probably won’t grant me any favors either.I tuck the money into my pocket.
“I’m sorry about Meathead.Most ol’ ladies wear a property patch, so no one fucks with them.I should have gotten you one.”
“I’m not an ol’ lady.”
“No, but you’re damn sure not club pussy either.”
“Okay.Thank you for coming to my rescue again, but I’m also not yours.”
“You’re here under my protection, butterfly.I’ve been inside that sweet cunt.That’s about as mine as you can get.”
“I think your wife would argue differently.”
This big, bad biker pinches my chin between his thumb and finger, forcing my gaze up on him.“Don’t push me right now.I’m in a real bad mood.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
“I’m warning you now, babe.There’s one thing that really turns me on and that’s sassy assed women.If you don’t want me to prove just how mine you are right now, then you’d better shut that mouth and walk away.”
I gulp.I know I should walk away and not challenge him any further, but my feet won’t move.
I lick my lips, knowing his eyes are trained on the action.“Honey, I’m property of no one.”
“Say it again,” his voice comes off all raw and husky in that timber that makes the center of my belly go all melty like ice cream under the sun.
“I’m property of no one.”
His nostrils flare.“Not that, Jessika.”
I think back over my words.“Honey,” I whisper.
“Yeah.That.”He smiles.“Next time you call me that, I’ll be burying my tongue in your pussy.”
Heat rushes between my legs.My mind says no, but my body knows that there’d be nothing better.“You said a woman has a choice.”
“Your answer is written all over your face.Never play poker, butterfly.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because when I look at you, I feel them swarming my insides.”He taps the tip of my nose with his finger and saunters out the front door.I don’t know whether to run toward him or further away.
I stare at the back of the door that separates us for far too long.
“Hey, there you are,” Low calls from somewhere behind me.
I blink out of my Woods induced trance.“Sorry.My mind was a million miles away.What’s there to eat at this party?”
Hoss busts out laughing and I realize he heard everything Woods said to me.
Pink stains my cheeks, and Low shoots me a curious look.“You didn’t tell me you had other brothers,” I press, hoping she doesn’t ask what’s so funny.
“I have five of them total,” she tells me about them as she steers me through the kitchen and out the back door.“Woods, you obviously know.That guy over there getting a new tattoo is Dirty.He just got of prison and is a little on the crazy side.Then there’s my brother Fletcher, but don’t bother looking for him here.He’s the sheriff of Devil’s Creek.Austin is away at college and Billy…” she gets this sad far off look in her eyes.“He’s buried on the other side of the lake.He wrecked his dirt bike when we were kids.Broke his neck.”
