Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,19
against my chest. “I don’t give a damn what you think about my attitude. I’ve had it listening to men telling me I need to stay in line. Fuck your line; you hear me? I’m never walking it again. So shove your warning up your Scottish ass and take me to the person I need to talk to.”
I’m glad I’m wearing a kilt because I’m so fucking hot I bet I could weld two pieces of metal together. “Not many people get the Scottish thing at first.” I lean in and glance to the porch where the guys are leaning their arms against the porch rail, watching me and Dawn as if they are a bunch of damn gossip girls. I lower my voice so they can’t hear me. “And ye must be thinking about my arse for ye to bring it up like that. Ye tell me when and where, Lips, and when that happens, feel free to kiss it.”
That has her throwing that rogue fist through the air, and I catch it, then reach down and grab her other hand. I bring both of her wrists between us and pin them against her chest. “That’s becoming a habit, Lips.”
“Looks like you bring out the worst in me,” she sneers, her eyes locking to my lips.
My eyes dart all over her face, impressed by this woman in front of me. She’s strong, fierce, but I know she’s scared. It’s why she feels like she has to fight for herself. Throwing punches can be exhausting, but there has to be a better reason than snap judgment, or any energy for a real fight will be drained.
“That’s too bad because I think ye bring out the best in me,” I say. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. My skin is buzzing, my lips are trembling to kiss hers, and my heart is racing faster than a thoroughbred. “Come on, follow me. I’ll take ye to our leader.” I snicker. She’s so naïve about this sort of life, and I find it refreshing. I stretch out my arm. “Ladies first.”
“I don’t know where I’m going,” she says, swallowing nervously as she looks up to the men on the porch. I can imagine it is intimidating for her to see all these bikers, but they won’t ever hurt a woman. They will give their life to make sure a woman lives. It’s the Ruthless way of life. It’s law.
“I’ll make sure to tell ye,” I say.
The torn pieces of her shirt blow in the breeze, and I see bits of her smooth white flesh along her hipbone. Strands of her matted hair flicker over her shoulder, reminding me of a flame dancing along the wick of a candle. Sure, the strawberry blonde locks are covered in filth, but shucks, she looks good fucking filthy.
“Okay.” Her hand holds her side as she takes the first step, and her knee buckles from beneath her. Her arm catches along the rail, but I can see the pain along the lines in her face.
I lunge forward and swing her into a tight hold. She’s staring up at me with her bright eyes; the whites of her right eye is tinged red from the black eye, and her lashes curl up to touch her brows. Fucking beautiful. “Look at that.” My boots slam against the steps, and my MC brothers part to give us space to enter the front door. “I’ve done swept ye off yer feet. Before ye know it, yer going to love me.”
Dawn’s arms wrap around my neck, and she rolls her eyes at my statement. “Love? Love doesn’t exist, Scottish.”
“I can’t wait to prove ye wrong, Lips.” I bring my foot up and kick the door open since it isn’t shut all the way.
“You’re a pain.” Dawn stares ahead, not meeting my eyes, but instead, she sees a few cut-sluts hanging around, one draped all over Pirate’s drunk ass, kissing on his neck. “No standards, huh? This is how it is here?” she asks, and Candy breaks her lips from Pirate’s neck, and flicks Dawn off. “No thanks, sweetheart. I don’t want whatever you got.”
I rub my lips together to keep from laughing, and Candy lunges for Dawn, but not before Dawn chops her in the throat. Candy stumbles back and wraps her hands around her neck, gasping for air.
Hell yeah, this woman is a badass, and her fearless personality is turning me on more and more with every second