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I hear a loud guffaw, which pulls me away from the object of my desire. My eyes trail from her luscious ass to Blaze and Pain. Pain shakes his head, and Blaze stares at me with a look that says he knows every filthy thought in my head. I don’t give a fuck. She’s fucking mine.
Blaze and I stare at one another a little longer. Never wavering when his lips twitch, mine does the same. He shakes his head and lifts his beer to take a pull before speaking.
“Taz, if she gives you the time of day, go for it. I don’t need to threaten you. If you hurt her, she will fuck you up all on her own.” He chuckles and, of course, pain guffaws.
Pain shifts forward. His eyes filled with humor. “She’s known for her creativity, just throwing it out there.” Shaking his head, he looks at Blaze for a beat but says nothing else. Shifting in my seat, I turn my head and am hit face-first by the most enticing woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. Fuck hell, she's beautiful.
My eyes watch her as she interacts with her family. Her smile is blinding, and when I notice her sneaking glances at me. Not once do I look away. Inwardly, I smirk, knowing that there has been no one to make her feel the way I do, and I did. My eyes are trained on her as I watch her brain and body fight against what she knows we are. And I’ll allow it for now. I venture to say that the pure magnetic, animalistic pull of attraction we have for one another is an unfamiliar experience. She may be all badass, but her body knows, as does mine, that we are a forever kind of thing. I won’t allow anything else. Neither will our souls.
Watching her squirm under my scrutiny is my new favorite pastime. I can see the frustration in her eyes as she tries to concentrate on what everyone is saying. Her knees rub together. She licks her lips. And I chuckle out loud when she brings her cold beer bottle to her forehead. That has her shooting me a glare and me giving her a knowing look. Yeah, baby girl, I know exactly how you feel. Leaning back into the bar. I’m a patient man. I’ll bide my time.
I signal the prospect to bring over a few more beers, and when he does, I hand them to Rocket and Sin. Even though she already has one, I hold another out to her, and she looks down at it and then at me. I can see the war in her eyes. Her reluctance is... cute. My eyes never waver from hers. It’s a challenge, and like the nasty bitch I know she is, she meets me and my challenge head-on. Neither of us will give in. She needs to understand exactly what I want from her.
The interaction only lasts seconds.
Before anyone says anything about our moment, I speak, “Let’s go sit at the table.” I angle my head toward the officer's table, which is currently unoccupied.
My hand remains around the bottleneck, outstretched to her. She stares at me, and the heat in her eyes flares. She tried to hide it, but I saw it. I chuckle as I shift, which garners a quick perusal from her. A perusal that has her eyes flare as she takes me in. Her gaze lingers on my too-tight jeans that encase my rigid cock, and I have no qualms about shifting my stance, giving her an unbridled view of what’s hers. She finally breaks with a breath and a shake of her head. Our hands brush against one another, and she tries to mask the intake of breath by clearing her throat, but I won’t let her get away with that. Oh no, baby girl, that won’t do.
Not willing to give in to me, she tries to pull the bottle from my hand, but I don’t let her, which causes her nostrils to flare. Her eyes flame, which makes me chuckle, a chuckle that has her huffing, trying, and failing to control her body's reaction to me. I know I’m being a dick, but I need her to know exactly what I want from her. Her trying to ignore me or her body's reaction to me is a no-go.
Everyone's eyes ping-ponged between her and me. Finally, I’ve had enough of our little stand-off. Releasing her beer, I slide around her, brushing my bare arm against hers. You know how you hear about sparks flying? Yeah, that’s accurate, not for the first time since meeting my little tornado. When our skin touches, I feel it bone-deep, the spark. I hear another quick intake of breath that lets me know she feels it, too. But I don’t stop to look back at her or any of them as I take confident strides toward my table.
They will follow.
She will follow.
I’m not paying attention to what is happening around me. My mind is focused solely on the one woman with a body that has my own on fire and my dick as hard as granite. I didn’t notice when Blaze walked past me and toward the bathrooms. Or that someone else saddled up next to me in his place. I'm consumed with thinking about my little tornado. When I reach my table, I don’t immediately seek her out. I want to, but I want her to come to me. I want to know if this isn’t one-sided. Am I being a little pussy about this? Yes… yes, I am. I don’t give a fuck, though. What I feel for her is nothing I have ever felt for another woman. All I want is her, and I always get what I want.
Just as I reach the table. “What are they doing here, Taz?” An arm wraps around mine tightly, and a body leans against me. The voice of the one person I do not want to deal with tonight grates my ears and has my body tensing. With narrowed eyed, I look down, and of course, it’s my fucking damn luck. It takes everything in me not to snap her damn neck. I grit my teeth. As I try and nearly fail in not lying into her about her bullshit game, she’s trying to lay claim to me. I know what those knowing eyes are saying. I know what her grubby little hands are doing. She isn’t stupid. And neither am I.
My attempts to pull away from her are futile because she isn’t having it. And my eyes remain cold as I warn her, without saying the words, that this shit is a bad damn idea. This fucking girl never fucking learns. It’s clear that I’ll have to be harsh to get my point across because otherwise, we’ll go in fucking circles.
Twenty-Two
TAZ
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Any other day and any other time, I would be gentle with the club's Princess, not out of respect for her but for her father. Today isn’t any other time–I need to do damage control. My tornado is somewhere behind me, thinking about one of two things. Either I’m the biggest asshole on the planet fucking two sisters, or I’m not worth the effort. And neither of those thoughts am I particularly fond of.
“Princess, I’m going to need you to stop the shit you are trying to pull here and fucking now. You will not keep this shit up. We have talked more than fucking once this week alone. You are the daughter of my Prez. And for that, I’m going to keep shit cordial. That being said, I will put your ass. No one, least of all the people trying to save your ungrateful ass, wants to deal with you and your fucking tantrums. That’s e-fucking-nough. I’ve had e-fucking-nough…” I yank my arm from hers and step away, ignoring whatever the fuck she attempts to say to save face. “I will not warn you again. Got me?” My eyes remain cold, but my face says it all, which has her taking a step back, shock evident in her eyes. Without another word, I take my seat.
Before, I may not have been pushing my luck with my little tornado when requesting we sit at my table and not escort her over. That was a mistake. One I’m surely going to be paying for. I’d hoped that she would make a choice all her own to want to be close to me. With the shit Princess just pulled, I shake my head, knowing that it’s out the window.
My eyes shift to hers. Bellamy and the rest of her crew's steps have halted a few feet from the table. No doubt to watch the interaction and subsequent tantrum of the now fuming Princess. My eyes are on Bellamy’s narrowed one. I can see the annoyance and indecision written all over her face instead of letting the chance to have her close pass me by. I continue to ignore Princess as I stare into Bellamy’s eyes, holding them hostage while I convey everything I want her to know through my own. All the while, Princess rants.
“I don’t know why they have…”
“It’s not like we can’t…”
“They are not family…”
“The club is supposed to be closed to outsiders…”
She holds my stare as she listens. Like me, she and everyone else attempt to ignore it, but I know she’s listening. Princess, being who she is, gets louder and more belligerent by the second. My fists clench, and my jaw ticks.
Undeterred, saying fuck it, I stand and walk back around the table. I refuse to let anyone keep me from my woman. With my eyes firmly on hers, my strides are purposeful. Stopping directly before her, her eyes shift from me to a still-fuming Princess. Not concerned with anyone else, I grab ahold of her hand, which causes her eyes to snap to mine where they always should be. Giving her a wink, I pull her close, which has her glaring up at me. For a few seconds, she remains rooted in place. Her eyes search mine, and then a smirk crosses her luscious lips. And she turns to the bane of my existence, giving her the attention she was asking for.
