my panties damp and my nipples hard?
The heat in his eyes suggested he knew damn well what he was doing to me and was loving every second of it. Fucker.
I handed him the keys to my Escalade, then pulled open the door. He slammed his hand against the wood, making it shut as he gripped my hip with his other hand. He leaned in, the heat of him pressing against me, his lips by my ear.
“You’re mine, Tink. Mine to touch. To kiss. To fuck. Anyone touches you tonight, and I’ll remove their hands.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “You really think your club would do that?”
“Not mine, but we have some visitors. I haven’t dealt with them much in the past so I can’t say for sure they’ll behave.”
“Do I have permission to teach them a lesson if they get out of hand?” I asked. It was second nature to protect myself, but for Beast, I’d hold back if I needed to. Back home, my dad wouldn’t have had an issue with me putting a man on his ass. But this wasn’t the Dixie Reapers, and I was still feeling my way when it came to the Reckless Kings. As the only old lady, there wasn’t much for me to go on.
“You won’t have to, Tink. I protect what’s mine, and, baby, my name is written all over you.”
I snorted because I knew he meant that literally since “Property of Beast” was in huge letters across my back. He opened the door and ushered me outside. Since I could see the clubhouse from our driveway, it was a quick trip and soon enough I was getting out and heading up the steps. My heart slammed against my ribs and my palms felt a little damp. I rubbed them on my jeans and hoped I didn’t do anything to embarrass Beast. It was one thing knowing his club was inside, but guests too? It wasn’t like I didn’t know how to act. Sort of. My dad gave me a lot of freedom when it came to my interaction with other clubs. As long as I didn’t do anything like flirt with them, or act like a hussy -- his words -- then he hadn’t minded me putting a few bikers in their place. As the daughter of the President, they’d expected a certain amount of feistiness and confidence.
I felt the heat of Beast against my back as I stepped through the door. Music blared from the speakers in the corners of the room and smoke hung heavy in the air. My eyes burned and I fought not to cough as I made my way up to the bar. Beast put a hand on either side of me, leaning into my space.
“We aren’t staying long. Give Logan your order. I’m going to secure a table in the corner.”
“What about you?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you order some food too?”
“Just tell him I want my usual. And, Tink, I will hurt a motherfucker if they put their hands on you.”
I eyed the club whores mingling with the crowd. “Same goes. Any of those bitches touch you and it won’t be pretty.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck before backing off. Damn the man! He left me all tingly and aching. Why had I wanted to leave the house? I suddenly couldn’t remember and wanted nothing more than to be back home, preferably in bed. Naked. Then my stomach rumbled and reminded me why that hadn’t been the best idea, unless I wanted to cook, which would have meant spending an hour cleaning up the mess I’d made of the kitchen.
Damnit.
Beast walked off, leaving me at the bar alone. The Prospect made his way over to me, his gaze scanning the crowd. I figured he wondered why Beast had left me alone. As the first and only old lady for the Reckless Kings, I was having to learn how these men thought and worked, and what they expected of me. So far, I still felt like I was floundering.
“Beast wants his usual order, and I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger, pink in the center, with a side of fries,” I said.
“Drink?” he asked.
“Beast didn’t say what he wanted, but I’ll take whatever soda you have available.”
His lips tipped up a little on one corner and he nodded. “Coming right up. Better get over to your man before someone decides he’s fair game. I’m hoping I can make it through the night