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“I do.”
“Killian,” Wes warned.
It made me curious at their relationship. When I left, Killian was my dad’s second in command, and Wes looked up to him for some unknown reason. While Wes wasn’t a part of the club, he was considered a hang-around by the other club members. Someone who wanted to join, or was interested, but hadn’t pledged or become a prospect. I hated it, because I did everything within my power to ensure they never saw him as a potential member. Still, he and Killian were good friends, but Kill was always in charge, so it was strange to hear Wes bossing him around.
I watched Wesley as I responded to Killian.
“We’d love to stay with you.”
“Not fucking happening.” Wes stepped in between us, and his hand was suddenly on my hip, guiding me backward.
Because I’d let go of Max’s leash to hug Killian, I had nothing to keep me from moving with Wes. Killian laughed as he stepped in front of Laura to stop her from coming after me. Max began barking, but it was muffled a second later when Wes shut us into a storage closet.
He clicked the string above my face, illuminating the small space.
Our bodies were nearly flush as his chest heaved, and mine did the same. His hand was still on my hip, and I had no idea if he was aware of it or not, but there wasn’t even enough room to shake it off.
“You’re not staying with him,” Wes stated, towering over me.
I tilted my head back, watching his jaw work back and forth. I could feel the strain in the air between us, and while I knew Wes didn’t want me anymore, it didn’t stop my nipples from hardening under my shirt, or that my body felt like liquid moonlight was suddenly thrumming under my skin. This was the effect Wes had always had over me. He was sunshine, and I was always the sleepy flower, waking up to bask in his warmth.
“Where am I supposed to stay, Wes?”
I was practically whispering at this point, and while it was quieter in here, I didn’t need to soften my tone. Words just felt heavy and burdensome.
Wes searched my face, that conflict twisting and forcing his hand at my hip to cinch the fabric in his fist.
“I told you—”
Shaking my head, I cut him off. “I’m not driving fifteen miles to the next town.”
His voice dropped to a whisper. “I warned you if you came for the club you’d be met with war.”
His mouth spoke of war, but his hands at my waist, and the way he kept closing the space between us, spoke of something else. Something we’d both left behind and closed the book on seven years ago.
I wanted to smile again, act cocky like I did last time, but I was so tired. And more than anything, I wanted to get away from him, because these feelings he was stirring weren’t welcome or convenient.
Right as I was about to open my mouth and wave the white flag, the door opened, and Laura snatched my wrist and yanked.
“Found us a spot.”
I reeled, falling after her as she pulled me behind her. Wesley’s hands fell away, but he was on my heels a second later. Killian was nowhere to be found, and the rest of the club looked like they’d fallen back into their previous chaos.
“Where?” I asked, searching the room, but Laura kept pulling until we were near the front door. A woman with thick black hair, wearing jeans so tight they could have been painted on, waited. Her face was down, staring at her cell, and my dog’s leash was wrapped around her fist.
Wes groaned from behind me. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
The woman looked up from her phone and gave us a blinding smile. Her big blue eyes were framed by dark lashes and flawless wing-tipped eyeliner. Her heart shaped face was beautiful, but my gaze was drawn to the bar through her eyebrow and the ring in her nose. Outside, she looked hard and edgy, but there was a sorrow about her that made my heart ping around in my chest with familiarity.
“Hello, Wesley. Heard your girl needs a place to stay.” The woman winked at me.
Wes shook his head, slowing his steps until he was far enough away to resume his power stance—legs wide, arms crossed, face obstinate.
“Sasha.”
She tucked her cell into her bra, then blew him a kiss. Her tall boots shifted on the hardwood as she turned to open the door.
I didn’t know what their relationship was, but for some reason I felt the need to blurt, “I’mnothis girl.”
