Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,25

to do more than imagine?”

Fuck, no.

“Hell yeah, babe. Good fucking chance.”

What were they talking about? The flirting rolled off his tongue without any effort from his wasted brain.

A tingle of awareness ran up the back of his neck as though one of the girls tickled him with her long nails, though none of them were touching him there. He opened his eyes only to lock onto the woman who’d been running through his thoughts far too much lately.

What the hell was Makenna doing here?

Behind the bar. With Monty’s arm around her.

Were they fucking?

And why the hell did that idea bother him so much?

If there was one thing Thunder knew—besides dancing and how to fuck—it was body language. He was a master at reading it. Came with the territory.

Monty wanted Makenna, that was for damn sure. He was practically slobbering all over her. Thunder would bet his entire hard-earned savings account that the prospect sported some serious wood down below.

But Mak? Her stance was rigid, body angled away from Monty, and her gaze was one hundred percent on…well look at that, she was staring at him.

Little ol’ Thunder.

Hmm, maybe a little test of the theory. He winked, and sure enough, her eyes flared, and she licked her lower lip—the lip with nothing more than a light sheen of gloss.

With her sexy yet understated outfit, subtle makeup, and big doe eyes, she was so out of her element, it was comical. She was also a welcome alternative to every single woman in the clubhouse.

And she wanted him. He’d put money on it.

For the first time in a while, he was considering a sexual encounter that didn’t include an exchange of cash or obligation. It’d been a long time since he’d gone after a woman because he straight-up wanted inside her pussy. Maybe it was time to give himself a little treat. One night of no-strings fun to celebrate his shiny new patch.

Best part of it all? Now that he was a patched member, he could tell Monty to take a hike no matter what kind of claim the guy staked, or thought he’d staked. This was gonna be fucking fun.

One of the girls who was still dancing with him—yeah, he’d forgotten about them, sue him—rose up on her toes, bringing her lips level with his. Before she could go in for the kill, he shot her his most winning smile. “Hold that thought, gorgeous. Gotta take care of something real quick.”

He wouldn’t be back, but she’d have moved on to her next victim anyway, so who gave a fuck?

Ahh, out came the infamous pout he despised with such a passion. This one on lips that were decorated with a near-purple lipstick. It would look like she bruised the fuck outta whatever cock she ended up swallowing that night.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” the chick said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

After a wink and a word of goodbye to the other two women, who seemed perfectly content to dance with each other once he was gone, he wormed his way toward the bar. Though only fifteen feet out, it took a few minutes since everyone he passed offered their congratulations.

He reached the bar just in time to see Monty kiss Mak on her smooth cheek. Her eyes narrowed, and if he hadn’t been so obsessed with staring at her, he’d have missed the subtle gesture of annoyance.

“Take a hike, Monty.”

The prospect clenched his teeth but didn’t release Thunder’s prize.

“Trouble with your ears tonight?”

Monty ran a hand over his smooth scalp as he sighed. “This seriously how it’s gonna be? Patched in for five minutes, and you’re a dick now?”

Wide eyes bouncing between the two of them, Mak opened her mouth, probably to try to defuse the situation, but Thunder beat her to it. “Nah, just want to be served a drink by a gorgeous woman, not a bald meathead.”

With a laugh, Monty held up his hands. “Fair enough, man. Congrats, by the way.” He meandered away, grabbing a bottle as someone called out an order.

“I’ll take a beer, pretty girl, so he doesn’t get on your case for slacking off.” He winked, and the most adorable blush flushed her cheeks.

“Yeah, okay, sure,” she said as she uncapped a bottle without asking what kind he wanted.

He didn’t give a shit what beer she served him. The woman was so damn cute, all flustered and unpracticed in her response to him.

She cleared her throat. “Thanks for the save, by the way.” Her smile