Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,26
was so sincere, Thunder wouldn’t have believed it real if it wasn’t directly in front of him. “Monty’s nice, but a little…”
“That octopus was all the fuck over you.”
With a tinkling laugh, she held out the dewy bottle. “Well, I wasn’t going to say that, but he is a little friendly for my liking.”
Instead of grabbing the bottle, he circled her wrist with his fingers. “You can tell him to back the fuck off if he’s making you uncomfortable. Seriously, any guy here will respect that. And if they don’t, I’ll make sure they do.”
Her gaze went to his hand on her as though to point out the fact he also was touching without being invited to do so. Instead of releasing her wrist, he just gave her his patented smile—the one he planned to work to its full potential to get her into his bed tonight.
She tilted her head, and a little puff of laughter left her lips.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head.
“Hey, can I get a shot of vodka?” someone called out a few feet away.
Mak extracted her hand. “Of course. Coming right up.”
He stayed and watched as she poured the shot with slow but sure movements. “Hey, how’d you end up here tonight? Thought you worked at the diner.”
“There you go.” She slid the shot to a dude Thunder had seen at a few parties there in the past.
Not a bad guy, but he wanted her attention on him, not some other fucker.
“Uh, Shell and Toni told me you guys needed extra help tonight because it was going to be nuts.” A nervous laugh escaped her, and she smoothed her hands down the front of her top. “They weren’t wrong. This is nuts.”
Just as he was about to respond with some snarky quip about nuts, her eyes popped wide and her mouth dropped into an O shape. “Oh! I can’t believe I didn’t congratulate you! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Congratulations!” She threw her hands in the air as though scoring a touchdown. “Now that I know what a patch-in ceremony is, I appreciate what a big deal tonight is for you.”
Didn’t want to be rude? Christ, she couldn’t be rude if she was screaming obscenities at him. He hadn’t realized they made women this cute and sweet anymore. At least not ones that came within a mile of the club. “Thanks, babe,” he said, keeping the award-winning smile in place. Her authenticity unnerved him even as it made him want to rip off her clothes and see what kind of woman lay beneath the sweet veneer.
Even with copious amounts of alcohol muddling his brain, he picked up on Mak’s serious take-home-to-mom vibe. Of course, his mom was a prostitute, so…
Those kinds of girls had needs, too. And he couldn’t wait to satisfy hers.
She smiled back, hers seeming much less practiced than his. How come she hadn’t flirted or invited him to her bed yet? Was he losing his touch? Maybe he needed to make his intentions explicitly clear with this one.
Just as he was about to make Makenna an offer she couldn’t refuse, Izzy rushed him from behind. “Okay, hotshot,” she said, drawing the attention of quite a few people around them. “Since it’s been all about you tonight, it’s only fair we get a little something too.” She arched a jet-black eyebrow. “Get your ass up on that bar and give us a show. You’re in for a treat, Mak. This guy can twerk like no other.”
“Wha…I…uh…” Mak blinked, face bright pink.
“Speechless, huh?” he asked with a wink. Probably looked more like he had a tic with the amount of alcohol coursing through him.
When she shook her head and shrugged, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Iz, pretty sure Copper will kick my ass if I start stripping in front of you all.” Though a well-timed strip show with plenty of sultry looks sent Makenna’s way was sure to get the message across far better than drunken words ever could.
This idea had merit.
If his prez was on board.
“Copper has given his full permission for this one time and one time only, to use his words.” Izzy said with a roll of her eyes. “So get your ass up there and give us a treat. It’s my birthday tomorrow, and I wanna see you shake it.”
“Your woman is such a delicate flower, Jig,” Thunder said as Izzy’s ol’ man and baby daddy strode up behind her.