quickly nodded her head. I cautiously removed my hand and took a step back to take a better look at her situation. “What do you need me to do?”
“I don’t know. Try reaching around and see if you can find where it’s stuck,” she suggested.
I slid my hand along her tight waist and around her back, just above her hips. I wanted to feel my hands sliding over her bare skin again, remembering how it felt as silky as the material she was wearing.
My hand came to a stop when my fingers found the problem. At this point, my face was next to hers, our mouths mere centimeters apart. “Pretty sure the only way you’re getting out of that locker is by unzipping your dress.” She opened her mouth to argue, but I placed one finger over her lips and continued. “I think the fabric is caught on one of the screws holding the row of lockers to the wall. You can either unzip it to loosen the material or rip it. Your choice.”
“So help me, if you’re fucking with me,” she growled.
I stepped back and met her eyes. “I’m not. What’s it going to be?”
She inhaled deeply and dropped her head. “Go ahead. Unzip it.”
My hand left her hip and smoothed its way up to the zipper. I knew what was going to happen, and so did she. Her dress was strapless. The moment I started to unzip it, her generous tits were going to spill right out, and there wasn’t much she could do about it with how her arms were positioned. But, being the fucking gentleman that my mother raised me to be, I held the dress against her chest while I slid the zipper down until the slack in the material allowed me to slip it over the screw. “You’re free. Step out, and I’ll zip you up.”
When she was back to rights, she looked up at me with a mix of confusion and anger in her eyes. “Thank you. Now, what in the hell do you want?”
I laughed. “You don’t miss a beat, do you? I already told you. We need to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about,” she snapped.
That was bullshit, and we both knew it. Cutting right to the chase, I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “Then why’d you come back?”
“To watch my brother fight.”
“What time’s his fight?” I asked.
She opened her mouth and closed it several times before she settled on, “He told me to be here by ten o’clock and meet him in his locker room.”
I snorted. “Your brother’s fight was over an hour ago. Care to try again?”
“It doesn’t matter why—”
Her words were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. “Black, you still in there?”
I met Sloane’s eyes and held my finger over my lips. “Yeah, man, I’m about to head out.”
“You good?”
“Yeah, just finishing up a phone call. I’m heading out now,” I told him.
“All right. See you in a few weeks,” he replied and rapped his knuckles on the door twice before his footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway.
Turning back to Sloane, I didn’t pull any punches. “You’re going to keep that mouth shut and walk out of here,” I said quietly and held up my hand to stop the protest I saw coming. "I don’t care what you do when we get outside, but you’re getting the fuck out of this club right now.”
“Fine,” she huffed and held her hand up with her thumb holding her ring finger down while extending the others. “Scout’s Honor.”
I damn near choked as I doubled over laughing. “That’s The Shocker, not the Scout’s Honor sign!”
“Oh, my bad. But this is the ballbuster, right?” she asked and threw a punch aimed right at my junk.
I caught her closed fist before she made contact and smirked in her face as I leaned down and hoisted her over my shoulder. Then, I slapped my palm over her ass cheek, because I wanted to and because she fucking deserved it. I should’ve known her lack of outrage was a red flag, but I didn’t. So, she caught me completely off guard when she shoved her hands down the back of my jeans and dug her fingernails into my bare ass cheeks while I was carrying her up the stairs.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned.
She scoffed. “Then let me go, you big boxing biker brute!”
Originally, I planned to place her on her feet the moment we were outside of