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Spoken for? Excuse me.
“The last I checked, Rake, I was still single. You want to enlighten me on what the hell you’re talking about?”
He pours me another shot, thank goodness, and I immediately toss it back. I’m wondering if Axle gave some type of order because of what happened the last time I got drunk at one of these parties. He and I ended up sleeping together, which turned out to be one drunken mistake both of us have lived to regret. At least I’ve forgotten the act itself due to the amount of alcohol I had running through my system that night. I just can’t forget the look on Ice’s face when he saw me doing the walk of shame and leaving his best friend’s room the next morning. For some crazy reason, not that Ice deserved it, guilt hit me hard. But then two days later, when I ran into Amber Crains in the grocery store, the one he fucked on our prom night, that guilt was wiped away, and there was no regret left in me.
“Babe, don’t shoot the messenger.” Rake holds up his hands in surrender. “But I’ve been warned to keep my distance. And given that I don’t have my patch yet, I’m going to make damn sure I follow orders even as tempting as your sexy little ass is.”
What the hell? He’s been warned to keep his distance. Is that because he’s a prospect? I’m seriously confused, but the alcohol is kicking in now so I don’t really give a shit. I honestly just want him to pour me another shot and then I’ll be on my way. I hold out my empty glass for him, and he immediately shakes his head.
“I think you’ve had enough, babe.”
“Come on, Rake. If you’re not going to give me a deep hard fuck, then the least you can do is give me one more shot.”
“Fuck.” His mumbled curse has me biting back a smile. I love the fact that I just made his dick and his job that much harder for him. Serves him right for denying me. He shakes his head but thankfully pours me another shot. I down the little sucker before anyone can snatch it away from me, not even feeling the burn anymore. It runs down smooth, the numbness finally kicking in, my thoughts no longer weighing me down. I hand my empty glass over and lean forward on the bar, getting right in his sexy face.
“You ever feel like being a rebel and need a good long ride, Rake, you come find me. I promise I’ll never tell.”
He squeezes the little glass in his hand so tight I think it’s going to shatter, but he doesn’t take the bait, so I chalk it up to a worthy attempt on my part and leave the prospect to go find myself a brother who doesn’t take orders but makes them. And Trigger is the one I have my eyes set on for the night.
I make my way over to the huge man who’s still planted on the couch, and stop just a few feet away. Once again, I get lost to the music and let my body do the seducing for me. But after one full song, Trigger still hasn’t made a move. I’m done waiting for him to act so I step between his legs. By the tight bulge in his pants and the look on his face, it’s obvious he’s not immune to me. So maybe he’s just not in the mood to take charge. Maybe he needs me to pull the trigger tonight.
I lean forward, placing my hands down on his thighs and get right in his face, making sure he has a giant eyeful of my cleavage, which is about to pop over my low-cut top. His eyes draw right to the spot. His tongue making a pass along his lower lip.
“See something you want to taste, Trig?”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard. It’s taking him an awfully long time to answer and it has me wondering if a cat got his tongue, but finally, he speaks. He just doesn’t say what I want him to.
“Not hungry, babe.” His strained voice and the fire in his eyes say otherwise, but I’m too wasted to argue the truth. Besides, if he doesn’t want what I’m offering, then it’s his loss. I will never grovel for a man’s attention. But I’m definitely going to leave him in pain, as consequence for the rejection he just served. Because for some reason, he’s not willing to act even though he’s more than starved for a taste. And even through my alcohol-saturated brain, the rejection still stings.
“Mmm….too bad because my tits aren’t the only thing dying to be sucked on right now.”
His groan lets me know I hit him right where it hurts. I turn and move on, looking for someone who most definitely will take the bait. When I get to the other side of the room, I spot RiffRaff, the biggest manwhore of them all, and the one guy who I know will be a sure thing. I’ve turned him down a few times in the past, so I know he’s interested. When he came onto me before, I was way too sober to be hopping into bed with the man whose rumors definitely precede him, but now that I’m drunk, I’m ready.
RiffRaff homes right in on me as I cross the room, his eyes traveling up and down my body, letting me know he definitely likes what he sees. I’m just about to make my approach to tell him he needs to take me to his room and play out every dirty thought that just ran through his mind, when a giant steps in front of me and blocks my path. Even my drunken clouded brain knows exactly who it is. It’s as if my senses are drawn to him. My eyes travel all the way up his six-six frame and finally land on his dark blue orbs that remind me of the ocean under the moonlight. The muscle’s ticking in the side of his jaw, and his eyes are shooting their anger right down at me. But I’m not surprised, the hatred is mutual.
“Do you mind, Ice? I’m trying to get someone.” Oops, I meant to say get to someone, but same difference.
His eyes narrow further, and a shiver runs down my spine, heating me from head to toe. Damn, I need to get away from him before I do something I’ll regret, like lick the vein running up the side of his neck and suck on the angry little pulse point ticking right at the side of his clenched jaw. Evidently, the alcohol has taken over all my thoughts and is making me think stupid. I move to step around him, but he stops me once again.
CHAPTER 2
Ice
I know what she’s trying to do and who she’s trying to “get,” but that shit ain’t happening. I block her path once again as she tries to step around me. This time when her eyes land on mine, they look even more glazed over.
“None of my brothers are going to fuck you, babe, so you should quit now.” My voice comes out harsher than I intend, but I’ve been watching my girl flirt with my brothers all night, and now I’m at my breaking point.
“Why?” Her hands go to her hips, stumbling a bit as she tries to take her stubborn stance. Damn, she’s drunk. “Is it because I’m not a blond Barbie?”
Fuck! Of course, she’d bring that shit up and throw it in my face.
“No. It’s because no one is going to fuck my girl. It’s against the code.”
“Your girl? I’m not your girl.” She stomps her foot like a petulant little brat and the urge to bend her over my knee and spank her stubborn ass has me clenching my fists by my side. She is mine, goddammit. Prez knows my claim has been made, and that’s that. No one will touch her. And if any of my brothers see anyone outside of the club trying to lay one finger on her, they’ll deal them the fear of God.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I’ll be touching her anytime soon either. Not until I get her to forgive me for making the biggest mistake of my life and she lets me back into her heart. Which I can tell is going to be the most challenging battle I’ve ever faced.
“You’re drunk, babe. Let’s get you upstairs.” I move in closer to steady her as she wobbles again. She’s going to pass out soon. Her feet can barely keep herself upright at this point.
