I snarl. “You touch one hair on her head, and I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat. Get me?”
There’s a gasp behind me, from Emma, I realize.
Primer gives a shaky nod. “Okay, okay, whatever, man. Chill. Hands are off.”
I release him and turn to the room at large. Everyone, including Dee, is watching me as if I’ve grown two heads, but I can’t make myself care. I only realize I’ve jerked Emma against me again when she stares up at me with huge eyes. Dragon stands a few paces from the door, watching me with an irritating, calculative look that makes me want to break his fucking nose.
“If anyone here lays a hand on her, I’ll do the same to you,” I growl.
Over by a billiard table, Striker and Pip are both goggling at me. Striker mouths, “Holy shit.”
I’d been wondering where the fuck Striker was and why he hadn’t been watching over Emma, and now I know. A second ago, I’d seen Goliath, White Spring’s massive VP, holding Striker bent over in a headlock while Striker laughed.
“We get it, Spidy,” Primer’s brother T-Rex says from the bar, giving his sibling a glare for his stupidity. “If she’s your old lady, that’s cool, but you should get her a property of patch, man. Make things easier.”
I catch Prez’s eyes on me. “She isn’t,” I say, my voice more level now. “But this one belongs to me, so hands off all around.”
Murmurs of assent rise up. I wrap my hand around Emma’s jaw from behind, pressing my lips to her temple, letting the kiss linger as if I’m branding her. The beast inside me gives another purr when she presses her sweet little heart-shaped ass against me, even as her jaw tenses.
The entire bar goes back to business as usual. Striker and Pip return to their billiard game, Pops continues serving up drinks, Jules goes off to the kitchen with Ben and a couple of the White Springs girls, Dee walks away toward the couches at the back and gives Snake a beer, and the low roar of dozens of men’s voices resumes.
I bury my face in Emma’s hair, letting the intoxicating scent of my shampoo and the smell of exhaust from the ride on her skin inundate my senses. The smell of me on her soothes my possessive urges and ignites them again all at once. “I can’t take my eyes off you for a second, can I, Wildcat?”
Her breathing hitches, whether from fear or pleasure or both, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I growl into her neck and let my tongue rake across her flesh. My hand glides over her stomach, feeling it quiver.
“Why are you saying that as if it’s my fault?” The indignation in her tone makes me smile.
I spin her around to face me and curl my fingers around her hair. Why indeed. It’s my damn fault she almost got molested by Primer. I damn well know I shouldn’t have let myself get so distracted by my conversation with Jules that I took my eyes off her, but fuck if I’ll tell her that.
Talk of Gary still gets me riled, and to be honest, I’m not entirely used to having to keep an eye on a woman. I avoid exclusivity like the plague beyond the night I fuck a woman. Hell, I usually love watching another man take a woman after I’ve had her, often making her do things to him so I can watch.
It feels strange to realize I’m out of my element here, almost as odd as what I did, laying down the law with the guys. Primer was right, calling sex a game with me. It is, and I love fucking with a woman’s head. What the fuck is she doing to me? I’ve never threatened a whole clubhouse before.
I press my finger to her pink lips. “Don’t leave my side unless I tell you, you got that?”
She swallows, glances around the packed clubhouse filled with big, burly, horny bikers. “Not going to argue.”
It’s a measure of her nervousness that she isn’t trying to find some excuse to get away from me without my threatening her.
“Good girl. I can’t be joined at the hip with you all the time. When I can’t, you stay with Striker or Cap.”
“Got it.” She shakes her head at me. “I can’t believe you said that. Threatened to cut their junk off. Would you really have done that to him?”