Chapter Six

Wolf

As soon as I shut down my ride and the rumbling from the pipes ceases, I can clearly hear the guys hooting and hollering inside the clubhouse. Making my way around to the side door, I decide that Storm and her friend—whom I now refer to as Blue—must have already taken off. There's no way in hell that Pope would allow the guys a strip show, assuming that's what the ruckus is about, if Storm was still in the clubhouse.

As I walk into the clubhouse, all the air is ripped from my lungs. Again, irrational anger courses through my veins like fire, but this time it's followed by a severe case of jealousy. Up on the bar, in the middle of my clubhouse, are Storm and Blue dancing. At their feet, smiling like the bunch of idiots they are, are all my brothers, which explains all the noise they have been making. Both girls are clearly enjoying themselves and the smile spread across Blue's face is enough to cause my chest to ache. That smile only makes her more beautiful.

For a moment, I simply watch them enjoy themselves before making my way closer to where all the other guys are standing. Watching Blue dance has my semi-hard cock throbbing to life behind the zipper of my jeans. Her hips shift from side to side before doing a roll I have only seen women do in music videos. Her braless breasts jiggle and softly sway as she moves to the rhythm of the music. Looking at the men around me, I can see their thoughts clearly plastered on their faces, and although I want to gouge their eyes out, I have no claim on the woman who's driving me crazy.

Turning back to her, I continue to watch her as she mesmerizes and entices me with her body. From the corner of my eye, I see Jessie with a glass of what I am assuming is water, which she proceeds to pour on the bar top near the girls' feet. Before a word of warning can leave my mouth, Blue steps back, her stiletto slips, and she goes tumbling to the ground. Fortunately, I am standing against the bar and catch her easily, cradling her to my chest.

Her eyes pop open and she stares at me for a minute. Her gaze is like a caress running over my face, but when she looks into my eyes, I feel bared to her. Like she's looking directly into my soul, seeing every sin and fear that I usually hide from the outside world. Feeling completely exposed, I blink slowly as I lower her to her feet, keeping her steady with my hold on her hips. Her body is plastered against mine and I feel her hard nipples through both our shirts.

Her hand drifts to my cheek and I close my eyes at the contact.

"Gracias, chico bonito."

Shock fills me as she moves past me, not having expected her to speak Spanish. From behind me, Sparrow laughs loudly. Turning toward him, I raise a brow as I wait for clarification.

Sparrow struggles to get the words out through the laughter. "She called you a pretty boy."

My jaw almost hits the floor as I watch her saunter away. This woman is under my skin and she thinks I'm a fucking boy? Striding toward her, I watch her stumble over her own feet before she veers off to the left. She's clearly drunk off her ass. A protectiveness I feel for very few people in my life overtakes the need to throttle her pretty little neck.

Scooping her up in my arms, once again cradling her body to my chest, I make my way up the stairs. Hazel eyes stare up at me.

"Where are you taking me?" Her words are slightly slurred.

"To bed. You are clearly drunk."

"Well, aren't you presumptuous?" She struggles in my arms before I let her down in front of my room at the club.

Once again, my hands drift to her hips and although I continue to tell myself it's only to help her stay upright, I know it is a lie. My hands mold to her figure and even through her clothes I can feel the heat of her skin. I wonder if I run my hands to cup her ass or breasts if they would fit my hands just as perfectly. She intoxicates me like no alcohol or drug ever has and I have to keep my wits or I'll be completely lost in her.

"Presumptuous?" I question while holding her in place.

Her gaze travels the length of my body at a luxurious pace and again it feels like a touch.

"Assuming I would sleep with you because I'm drunk and you saved me."

Although I have imagined fucking her in the past few hours since I first saw her, I would never take advantage of a woman, drunk or not. I prefer a woman to be awake and aware when I fuck her. Thrusting her against the closed door, I press my body flush with hers. She takes a sharp breath and before my eyes, I can see the truth. Her pupils are dilated and her breathing is shallow. Slowly, I bump my erection against her belly, pulling a moan from her.

Stifling a groan, I lean down and whisper in her ear. "I promise you, Blue, the last thing I want to do tonight is fuck your drunk ass."

Pushing away, I turn and leave. It may be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. If I don't walk away from her now, I will fuck her against the door, not caring whether she is drunk or claimed by Viking or if anyone could see us. For the second time in mere hours, I don't look back as I leave. When I get downstairs, I move straight toward Beast.

"Hey, brother, is Justice still looking to become a prospect?"

"Yeah, only thing that kid wants. Turned eighteen last week so I was going to bring it up at the next church meeting."

"Don't even worry. He's been hanging around here the last couple of years. Call his ass and tell him to be here at eight tomorrow morning. He's gonna be in charge of the bar and I will make sure to get him a prospect cut."

Beast nods but doesn't ask any questions. He knows me well enough that once I've made up my mind, there's very little that can change it.

Moving behind the bar, I nod at Pope. From below the bar, I remove the handbag that Jessie's always carrying with her and toss it on the counter in front of her. Her head snaps in my direction.

"Get out." The command in my voice is clear and can be heard above the music currently playing.

"Wolf?" Jessie has a look of confusion on her face that only serves to piss me off all the more.

"Get out, Jessie, and don't come back. You are no longer welcome at the Gypsy Bastards clubhouse or any of our other businesses."

Her eyes are large and I can see she wants to open up the waterworks.

"Is this about that blonde bitch?"

"If I hadn't caught her, she could have been seriously hurt. You did that shit on purpose. You would have caused more problems than your ass has ever been worth. Get your shit and get out."

In the blink of an eye, she's on me and trying to claw my eyes out. Beast pulls her off me and throws her over his shoulder before carrying her out the side door. All the way, she screams and curses about getting revenge and not being treated like a piece of trash. When Beast returns, he closes and locks the door. For a few moments, we can still hear Jessie screaming outside and pounding on the door before Mad Dog turns the volume up on the music.

Pope looks toward me before he lifts his drink in my direction. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." And everyone bursts out laughing.

Scanning my surroundings, I look for Viking. The conversation we have to have might not be something to look forward to but I'm loyal to my brothers. Having these thoughts and feelings about a brother's woman, even if she is just a casual piece of ass, isn't something I enjoy.

As I make my way to where he's standing, I steady myself for what could be an oncoming battle. What I don't expect are the words he tosses my way before heading upstairs.

"I have no claim on that girl and from what I know, she's unattached. But I love her and I will hurt you if you hurt her. Got it?"