Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,63
face up at people…”
“I already said I wasn’t, that I would never…”
“And don’t give me shit in front of my brothers. Here, you need to do as I say. I can see you’re getting pissed, and you can tell me I’m a dick when we’re alone, but not in front of my brothers.”
She scowled, and twisted prick that I am, my dick got hard. Feisty Lila was a turn-on. But then everything Lila did made me hard.
“Do as you say?” she said, eyes narrowed, cheeks pink.
“Lila…”
“Give you shit? When have I ever given you shit? What the hell does that even mean?”
I lifted my hands in surrender. “Bad choice of words.”
“Well, maybe you should try again, and this time I suggest you choose your words more carefully.”
Oh yeah, she was angry. “You wanna fuck in my truck before we go in, release some tension? ’Cause I gotta say, seeing you this pissed off is a serious turn-on.”
“Goddammit, Jesse,” she bit out.
What the hell is wrong with you, asshole? I lifted my hands again. “Sorry, wrong thing to say. Okay, choosing my words.” I never was great with words, but the angry blush crawling up Lila’s neck did not mean good things for me. I needed to make her understand without her kicking me in the balls. “How about, we don’t argue in front of the club? We respect each other.”
“Why would we argue?” she said, sounding frustrated as hell.
“It’s just hypothetical.” I leaned over, grabbed her hips, and scooted her closer on the bench seat. “Being in a club like this is about being free, living by our own rules. Being told what to do by your women makes you look weak. Okay, I see I made you angry again.”
Fire ignited in her eyes. “What clued you in?”
“You keep glancing at my dick like you want to tear it off.”
She smiled and it wasn’t sweet.
“Look, Bambi, half the guys in there are whipped, happily so. But we can’t look weak. So yeah, it seems chauvinistic or whatever, but can you just do this for me? It’s a safety thing as well. If I tell you to do something, there’s always a reason for it. I’m not going to abuse that shit. I want you to have fun. The only time I get off on ordering you around is when we’re fucking, and you like that as well.”
She did not look any happier. “If you’re trying to sell your club to me, I have to say, you’re doing a seriously crappy job.”
Shit. “Well, hopefully by the end of the night you’ll feel differently.”
She pulled away, muttered something under her breath, and climbed out.
Good work, dickhead. I’d majorly fucked that up; now she was going in already expecting the worst.
I met her at the front of the truck and tucked her into my side. “You gonna be pissed at me for long?”
“I’m not sure.”
I kissed the top of her head and she leaned into me. I bit back a smile, which wasn’t easy. Lila seeking comfort from me, even when she wanted to knee me in the nads, made me feel pretty damn good.
We walked inside and heat from the large, freestanding fire in the center of the room washed over us. The place was pretty clean, something that only happened when we had family parties, when the old ladies came in and sorted shit out. I loved my brothers, but they were pigs.
Some of the women were laying out food on a big table at the end of the room. Stones’s old lady, Mandy, was in charge, and there were a bunch of other women there helping as well.
I gave Stones a chin lift and took Lila’s hand, steering her toward the table. Lila tried to pull away, looking panicked.
“They’re good women, Bambi. You’ll like them.”
“Yes, but…”
It was too late, whatever she was going to say ended on a low curse, because we were standing in front of them. Mandy gave me a hug and turned to my girl.
“Lila, right? I’m Mandy, Stones’s old lady.”
Lila’s shoulders stiffened a little, but she smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you.”
Mandy wrapped her arm around Lila’s shoulders and pulled her away from me. “Come on, honey, you’ll have more fun with us.” Mandy glanced at me. “Go on now, I’ll take good care of her.”
“I’ll just be over here,” I said to Lila, and pointed to the other end of the room where the bar took up almost the whole length of the place. Manic