Club Princess - Nicole James
CHAPTER ONE
Lola—
I slide my hands up the young prospect’s leather cut. It’s bare of patches, but that will all change when he finishes his probationary period and becomes a full patch brother of the Royal Bastards MC. It will be a while before that happens though, because he’s new… which is exactly why I chose him. It was easy to get him to follow me outside the back door of the clubhouse. All it took was a curl of my finger.
He looks at me with hungry eyes, but there’s wariness in them, too. I’m sure he’s already been warned to stay away from me; after all, my father is the MC’s president. If this kid pisses Rock off, he’ll never get his colors.
Not that I really care. That won’t be my problem.
Some of my friends say I have a jaded attitude, and I suppose it’s true, but in all fairness, I have reason to be. Life hasn’t exactly handed me a fair deal. I suppose I’ve hardened, but I call it toughness. I’ve found the best way to deal with my pain is bury it under a thick layer of armor. Don’t let them see that you care, that you give a damn one way or another. Take it or leave it, boy; it’s no skin off my nose.
If you don’t care, they can’t hurt you, right? It’s a hard lesson—one I’ve had to learn more than once unfortunately.
This guy is cute in a boyish way. I think his name is Kyle, or maybe Kevin. I really don’t remember, but I’m getting bored by the indecision in his eyes, so I cup the back of his neck and make the decision for him, pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him softly.
It doesn’t take long for him to take the lead. His hands land on my ass and pull me against him. It’s a nice kiss, but there’s just no spark. I’m not all that surprised. I haven’t found a guy who really does it for me in forever. I guess I’m picky.
Suddenly he’s ripped from my arms, and my eyes fly open to see Utah yanking him away and slamming him against the wall.
Uh-oh.
Utah is the club’s Enforcer. He’s tall and muscular and no one to mess with.
“You don’t touch the fucking club princess. You got that?” he growls in the prospect’s face.
The kid’s eyes are huge as he nods once, his palms in the air. “Yes, sir. Won’t happen again.”
Utah points at me. “And you know better, Lola.”
I give him a flirtatious smile, stepping to him as he releases the prospect. “Aw, come on, Utah. I was just having a little fun.” I slip my arms around his neck. I love tormenting him. I know there’s no chance in hell he’ll cross this line with me. Not because of any restraint he feels where I’m concerned. No, it’s more about the loyalty he feels for my father.
He pulls my hands down and mutters, “Rock wants to see you.”
I roll my eyes and grumble, “What else is new?”
“Now.” He’s short with me, revealing that he’s not as unaffected as he likes to pretend. Though, I think he knows I just like to toy with him. It’s a game we play. I’m not that attracted to him. He’s more like family to me.
I flip my hair over my shoulder and huff, “I’m going.”
As I strut away I can’t help glancing over my shoulder coyly. I catch his gaze on my ass and grin. He’s so predictable.
His eyes flick to mine, and he shakes his head, the corner of his mouth pulling up. “You’re such a fucking tease, Lola.”
I blow him a kiss and move through the door of the back hall that leads into the main room of the clubhouse. I love this place. I always have, going all the way back to when I was a child and would come in and pretend to play pool, pushing the balls around the felt with my hands, barely able to reach over the edge.
Then when I was older, playing songs on the old jukebox and games on the pinball machines that used to stand in the corner. They’re long since gone, but the memories of the fun times are still with me.
There’s a bar against the wall and some tables and couches. A long porch runs across the front of the large structure, and that’s where many members often can be found, kicked back with a beer or joint in their hand.
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