12. Joker

Chapter 12

Joker

"Are you going to put me down?" she huffs.

I've already taken her to the bathroom, chasing anyone in there out and gave her time to clean up. Once she washed my cum from her body—a fact that I didn't really like—she took out some lotion and applied it to her thighs and hands. She said she didn't want to smell like she just had sex—another thing I didn't necessarily like. I let her do it, though. Once she was finished, however, I threw her back over my shoulder. I need her away from here. Hell, I need to get her back to Kentucky and decide why in the fuck, I just claimed a woman I've spent three years running away from. I'm not even going to pretend what I did in there was anything less than claiming Skylar as mine. The problem is, I don't even know if that is possible. Bull's always talking about Skylar and what a big life she has in store for her. I doubt he thinks her tying herself to me is part of that big life. Shit.

As we make it outside, the guy at the door who lets people through gives me a strange look. He stands up like he's going to interfere, but I shake my head.

"Unless you want the cops down here demanding to know why you let someone underage in your fucking club, don't try getting in my way," I warn him.

"Torin!"

I slap her hard on the ass, before delivering a warning. "Shut up, Skylar. You've caused me enough trouble tonight," I bark. I'm still horny as fuck and pissed off. I came hard, doing nothing more than letting the lips of her pussy jack me off. Yet, I am still hard as concrete. Right now, it's a tossup as to if I want to fuck her or scream at her. If she keeps giving me lip, I swear I'm going to fuck her right here and not stop until she doesn't even remember her name.

"You asshole!" she squeaks out, making me laugh. Fuck, I never truly laugh unless Skylar is involved. Damn woman is dangerous as hell.

I don't respond as I make it to my bike. I sit her down, hiding my smile when I notice she rubs her ass. She has no idea what's coming her way. "What are we doing here?"

"We're going to get out of here. If you truly have to stay until Monday, you aren't going anywhere unless I'm with you."

She looks at me and then at my bike. Slowly her gaze comes back to me, shaking her head. "No. No way. I can't ride a bike in this dress. If you try to make me, you'll have me mooning the whole damn city!"

"You'll live," I grumble, tired of her theatrics. "It's dark, no one will see you."

"Except the cars behind us," she argues. I could tell her I was planning on putting my cut over her which would have more than covered her. I don't. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, but I like arguing with her. "Besides, you destroyed my panties. I can't ride pressed up against you. It's obscene."

"Obscene? I don't remember you using that word when my fingers were sliding around on your clit and you were sliding against my cock."

"Torin—"

"It doesn't matter, Peaches. After tonight, I'm going to own that pussy of yours. There won't be a part of my body that hasn't been soaked by your pretty little cunt's juices by the time I'm done." I don't bother to hide my grin when I see the way she reacts to my words. She's trembling and I'm pretty fucking sure it's not from fear. She wants me. The way she seems to covertly move her legs is sexy too. She's trying to get some friction, needing to come again. Soon, she'll find out she only gets to come when I allow it.

"Where are you planning on taking me," she murmurs, eyeing my bike again.

"You have three choices. The first would be your dorm."

"No way. If I get caught with a boy in my room past curfew I will be in deep shit."

"I'm not a boy, Peaches."

"You have a dick. You know what I'm saying. Don't be stupid."

I shake my head. She really is a brat. Bringing her to heel is going to be a fuck of a lot of work, but even more fun. "Fine. We'll head to the Savage Brothers' clubhouse here in Cincy."

"No way in fucking hell. That is really not happening."

"Now who is afraid of her brother finding out she's fucking a club guy?

"I'm not afraid of him or my father. I'd just rather not see you and Debbie together— ever . I've heard enough to know that I never want to see it in person."

Her answer catches me off guard. "What the fuck?"

She has the nerve to roll her eyes, while looking at me like I'm an idiot. "Women talk, Torin. Did you think your exploits with Debbie wouldn't make the rounds with the old ladies of the club?"

"I guess I just didn't know you were around the club that much," I mutter, scrubbing my face. I'm not ashamed of shit I've done, but the last three years have been hard. How do I explain to her that I've wanted her, but had no hope of claiming her? It's not like I have even been up to that much in the last year or so. Fuck …

"Dad's kept me away from most of the club shit, but I do go to the club for family barbecues and things here and there. I mostly live in Cincy now. It'd be weird if I wasn't invited. Besides, I like Archie's old lady."

"Archie?"

"Anarchy, the club's Sergeant of Arms."

"I've never heard him called Archie," I mutter, wondering just how tight she is with the club.

"That's because he only lets a few people call him that and live. His woman, Trudy, is cool and she gives card readings."

"Card readings? Do you mean she's like a fortune teller?"

"Close, but not exactly. Still, it's interesting. You should get her to read you while you're there."

"She can read both of us," I reply, liking the idea of doing that with her. Fuck, I like the idea of doing everything with her.

"Nope. I'm going back to the dorm."

"I don't think so. If you won't go to the club, we'll go to a hotel tonight."

"Torin, I'm not going to a hotel with you. Besides, there's a huge concert in town at the Heritage Center and all the good hotels have been sold out for ages."

"Are you too much of a princess to stay in anything less than a five star?"

"Think what you want. It won't bother me. I'm not going with you. Besides, it's cool tonight, and this dress is not made for warmth."

I exhale, pushing my hand roughly through my hair. No other woman on the face of the earth could annoy me like Skylar does. I'm not sure why everything has to be so difficult with her, but it's clear that things aren't going to change—at least in that department. I take off my cut and drape it across my bike. She watches me close, but says, nothing. I don't explain as I open one of my saddle bags. I reach in and pull out one of my shirts that I packed in a hurry. It's a worn, but extremely soft, black Metallica tee with long sleeves. I turn back around to Skylar as I gather the shirt up in my hands, stretching the collar apart so it doesn't mess up her hair as it goes on.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asks as I slide my shirt over her head

"Stop being a bitch and put your hands through the sleeves, Peaches."

"I don't remember you being so bossy," she mutters, shoving her arms through.

"If you didn't, then you weren't paying close enough attention, but don't worry. One day you'll love it when I order you around. You'll even beg for it."

"Now I truly know you're insane. I'm never going to beg you for shit, Torin. I'm a Kane—the daughter of a Savage Brother Enforcer and sister of the Sergeant of Arms. I don't beg."

I smile, and bite back a laugh. First, it's hard not to laugh when I take in the fact that my shirt drops down to her knees and her hands are hidden inside the sleeves. I start rolling up the fabric, resisting the urge to kiss her fingers … maybe suck on them. When I get one done and start on the other, she tries to pull away.

"I like doing it, Skylar. Let go of that tight control you have, because it's not going to go anywhere with me. I'm not a boy, I'm a man. It's my job from here out to take care of you and see to your needs." She opens her mouth and then shuts it quickly. I feel my eyebrow cock up, daring her to respond. "Speechless?"

"No. I just don't understand you," she mutters. "I also don't like being referred to as a job."

"You'll get me in time, Peaches," I mutter. I leave her other comment alone. My head is still a mess, so I refuse to tell her that when I mentioned the word job, I was thinking more along the lines of her being a lifetime commitment. It's not time to bombard her. She'll soon learn. Besides, I need time to tie her to me and sort through my thoughts. I also have to talk to my brothers, too. Bull and Breaker both are going to have shit to say, and I need to be prepared. That Carlos dude isn't a good fit for Skylar. My woman would be miserable with him and run over that kid. If they gave the bastard the go ahead to date her, then they don't know her at all. "There that's better," I mutter as I finish her other sleeve. Before I can stop myself, I grab ahold of a couple of her fingers. Then, I pull her hand up to my lips, kissing the back of it. Her eyes watch every move I make, and I can feel her quiver against me.

She jerks her hand back and looks down at her legs. I'm pretty sure that she's just doing it to break the connection we're developing right now. "God, you're so big."

"You already knew that, Peaches. You felt me at my biggest," I joke. I'm instantly rewarded when her cheeks blush a deep pink.

"I'm not going there with you," she mutters.

"Are you the same girl who propositioned me inside the club? Or even the one who came apart to my touch, not caring where we were—or who was watching?"

"That's before I decided I'm tired of being around a man who doesn't appreciate what I bring to the table. You're always going to see me as someone too young to know what she wants and I'm tired of having my age constantly thrown in my face."

"I don't?—"

"Don't try denying it. You even threw it up to the bouncer of the club when you carried me outside."

"Let's just get on the bike," I grumble, because there's not much I can say to that. She's mostly right. In my defense, finding out I almost fucked a seventeen-year-old against the side of a building. It fucked with my head and in someways, it still does.

"Well, at least I won't show everyone my ass now."

"That's my ass from this night on, Skylar. I'm the only man that will get to see it."

"Says the man that was going to make me ride the bike with it hanging out for God and country."

"I told you, it was dark no one would see you, quit pushing me. You needed to be punished for flirting with someone else. Now, I'll figure out another way for you to make it up to me."

"Do you even hear what you're saying?"

"Oh yeah, I know," I nearly groan.

"Freak."

I take my cut from the seat of my bike and look at her. "Hold out your arms," I order gruffly. She looks at me like she's in shock but does it. I slide it on her.

"Torin, what are you doing?"

I slide my thumb back and forth across her cheek, staring at her and just drinking her in. I've missed her. God, I've missed her more than I ever allowed myself to admit. "I'm taking my woman to the clubhouse tonight. Freeze has made sure I have a room. I'm not bringing you in that club without a clear sign that you're mine."

"Torin, I told you I didn't want to see?—"

I push the pad of my thumb against her lips to stop her words. "Hush, Peaches. I've made it clear to Freeze and he'll make sure they all know I'm off the market. I want it just as clear that you are."

"Why the complete one-eighty? What is actually going on here."

"I told you already. You're mine. I'm not letting you go. You've pushed me too far, and I'm tired of fighting this pull I have toward you. I just hope you're prepared for what you've unleashed, baby girl." I watch as she bites down on her lip, lean down and kiss her briefly to make her stop. Then, I hop on my bike and look over my shoulder at her. "Get on, we've got shit to discuss."

"I can't imagine what it would be," she mutters. My woman likes to have the last word. At least she argues while getting on behind me.

Skylar might want to pretend we have nothing to talk about, but she couldn't be more wrong. I have a whole list of shit we need to get clear. The first, however, will be discussing all the ways she's going to take my cock. That thought makes me smile as I head out of the parking lot.