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“You a bad little girl?” he asks, his eyes lingering on my lips.
“No,” I pull my arm out of his hold.
“Already did the daddy issue check, Tac,” Thorne cuts in.
“Clearly you’re new, you’re wearing far too many clothes,” Tac drags me off the stool, taking my spot and wrapping his arm around my waist.
“I think me and Thorne here could have some real fun with ya.”
“I actually came to find Brax.” I free myself of his huge colorful arm and take a step back.
“Brax, huh?” He sniggers back at me.
“Well, looks to me like you just found him,” his head points over my shoulder and when I slowly turn around, I see Brax is watching me. His arms crossed over his chest, an unimpressed look on his face and a flame in his eye that tells me I’ve really pissed him off.
I was starting to feel a little calmer. Me and Jess had just beat the hell into some goon Roswell recently released from custody on a possession charge. And once he confirmed his supply wasn’t coming from the Bastards, we managed to get a name out of him. One that I’m sure will be next on our to do list once we’ve sat down with Prez.
I was planning on wasting some time at the bar to be sure Gracie was asleep before I went back to my cabin. But seeing her in front of me now, Tac and Thorne trying to double team her up into one of the rutting rooms, I can feel that calmness starting to tighten again. Tac eyes me over her shoulder and I watch Gracie slowly turn around.
“What ya doin here?” I try to keep the anger out of my tone. I can’t have the others know that a bitch is getting to me. It’s bad enough that I’ve insisted she stay at my cabin.
“Me?” She quickly drops the worried look off her face, and attacks me with some sass as she walks toward me.
“Good luck, buddy,” Jessie slaps my shoulder before he makes his way over to the bar.
“I was just hanging out, passing some time. Thought I could help out around here,” she explains casually. I clear my throat and take a breath before I respond.
“The girls who help out around here, make themselves available.” I stare right through her, letting her know I’m mad. If it weren’t for my audience, I’d take the disobedient little brat over my knee and spank her sore.
“Guess I’m available!” she smarts back, infuriating me that little bit more.
“You look a little pissed, Brax, maybe I could pour you something to take the edge off.” Stepping closer, she smiles me a sarcastic smile, and I have to clench my fists to stop myself from grabbing her and dragging her out of here.
“You know what I mean. The girls down here don’t just serve drinks.”
“What’s it to you what I’m serving? I’m just trying to have some fun.” She’s taunting me, begging me for a reaction, and I’m finding it damn near impossible not to bite.
“We’re going back to the cabin… now.” My jaw is so tight the words only just make it out, and when she licks her lips and says,
“Make me,” to hell with the fuckin’ audience. That’s exactly what I do.
I ignore the yelp she makes when I lean forward and throw her body over my shoulder, the pressure in my fingers tightening around her thigh as she tries kicking her legs and slams her fists into my back. I start moving toward the door and out toward my bike.
“Brax you’re hurting me,” she struggles, trying to free herself from my grip, but I keep marching forward until we’re out in the cool air, and I place her down and slam her back into the side door of one of the trucks.
“I told you to not come down here,” I growl at her through my teeth, my palm slamming into the side panel of the truck. “Why can’t you just take a simple fucking instruction?”
“Ummm, because I don’t take orders. I’m not your prisoner anymore, Brax, you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” She knows the power she got over me, can see how mad I am, and yet she shows no fear.
“No, you ain’t a prisoner, but you’re my responsibility. Prez’s orders.”
“And does Prez get to say if you fuck me again or not?” she mocks, with a smile that’s both smug and seductive at the same time. It pushes the blood around my body faster and makes me infuriated.
“Don’t push me,” I warn.
“Push you to do what? Break the rules with me again? I hear you were quite the challenge around here. Guess I won’t be needing these, huh?”
When she shoves her hand into her back pocket and pulls out a fist full of rubbers, I snatch her wrist, and slam it into the metal panel behind her, forcing her to drop them.
