Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC #8) - Scarlett Black Page 0,1
ties and what she does for a living. There was no reason to look further. I rub my chin and keep her in my view, barely in the corner of my eye while she speaks with the other guys, seeing if she drops me any more information. Or, by tomorrow, it’s not going to matter at all, and the less I know the better. Out of sight, out of mind.
“What the hell made you be a dick for?” Tank taunts me, “See something you like in the firecracker?” He nudges me and that irritates me further.
I pull myself away from his obnoxious antics. “I don’t need a reason to be a dick.” He’s always looking to get into other people’s shit.
His elbow lands in my ribs this time. “But you did see something you like. How sweet for you, Spider.” His stupid grin is wide and full and teasing. He wants more of a reaction, but I’ll deny him the satisfaction of it.
“Fuck. OFF.” Taking my drink, I scoot down the bar, away from that obnoxious motherfucker. Tank takes the hint, even though he’s still chuckling to himself. He does that shit just to bug me. Ignoring him, I turn my body and angle myself to watch the crowd.
The rest of the night I spend alone. Drink after drink, the bourbon flows and washes away some of the tension. In need of a piss, I slide off my stool and head to the bathroom. After my business is finished, I decide to get some sleep and take a quick step toward my room. A body is slammed into mine when I turn to leave the bathroom and all I see is the dark set of eyes from earlier.
A growl is released from my throat at the impact and I step forward, each thud of my feet forcing her to back up until her body hits the wall. Lowering my face to meet hers, I look for any weakness. Holding steady, I wait for a second. I want to cuss her out and tell her to watch where the fuck she is going, but the defiant look in her eyes pulls me back from doing so.
What happens next is a power move of pure lust. The challenge makes my cock twitch and my breaths become deep and hypnotic. Her scent wafts up to me, pulling me into her spell. There is no backing down or pulling back. Instead, I stalk my prey and take my time. My nose runs the length of hers until a small gasp escapes. My mouth consumes her air and excitement. I take her. My thumbs press against her jaw and my fingers curl around her face, forcing her to open for me.
When she submits to my demand, I groan, and my dick fully comes to life. Greedy bastard chose her, and I won't rest until he is buried in her heat. I need to make her mine. Just for the night. We both need it—I can feel it in the way she clings to me. Her body is soft and pliant but in control. As every thrust of our tongue searches for more, my hips grind against hers. Jazz’s fingers slide down past my belt loops and bury into the seam of my boxers, securing me to her.
Ripping my mouth away from hers, her breasts heave as she attempts to calm herself down. Jazzy’s small hands release their grip and one comes up to trace her lower lip where I sank my teeth into it. My head jerks to the side and demands, “Are you coming?” She nods and pushes off the wall. Leading the way, I take her to my room down the hall. Slamming the door shut behind us, I force the words through clenched teeth, “If you don’t want to come for me, ride my dick like I need, you need to get the fuck out now.”
Her breath stalls a moment and moves into me. Jazz never glances away as she rises to her tiptoes to reach my ear and rasps, “Give me what you need. I want it.”
My fingers dig into the meat of her ass and I hiss into her ear, “Take your clothes off.” This is a test. My hands loosen, then fall away as I move back. Waiting for her to do as instructed, I watch her every move. The rise and fall of her chest, the fire in her eyes, the steadiness of her hands—my mind calculates every