CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
*Brodi “Bro” - Tail Gunner*
The poor new girl keeps eyeing Chaz. I do her a favor and intercept when he refuses her offer again. “Come here,” I state, gesturing her over to me.
With a lazy smile, she sits in my lap. A small coating of snow is still dusted along the peach-fine hairs between her breasts. I cup each mound, spread them slightly, and lick from the bottom of the line’s bitter remnants up to the dip at her throat, relishing in the tingly, numb burn of my tongue afterward.
Her nipples harden against my palms and goosebumps surface on her skin. “You like that?” I breathe the words down the damp trail my tongue left behind, removing one of my hands, and looping my tongue around her pert nipple before sucking the nub into my mouth.
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes meeting mine as I glance up at her, nipple pinched lightly between my teeth.
The blow has officially settled, and every sensation shoots straight to my pants. I might as well have snorted it through the eye of my dick for what it’s worth; that’s the only place I ever feel the hit anyway. Just like riding chills me out, so does blow. I was one of those weird kids who got all hyped on cold medicines that are supposed to help a person sleep. Coke calms me down and makes me even more perceptive. Watchful. Smart.
Thank fuck a handful of women are accessible because I will likely not be able to walk out of the saloon tonight without leaving a deposit. Well, a handful minus the two who are “spoken” for — Lace and Jess.
Unfortunately, right now I am too keyed up to even continue focusing on the willing one grinding on my lap. All the disharmony surrounding me fades, and my thoughts drift from the full cups in front of me. I pop free of her breast and lean back in the chair, my eyes wide, alert, and seeking out the two women in question while doing a thorough scan of the club members, tail gunning even off my bike.
After leaving me with the basics of my assignment details, Baylor grabbed a drink then moved on to Vincent. Based on the barely noticeable paling of Vee’s face, he must be next up. Tonight. Vee is slipping lately, though. Softening up. The entire club has noticed. Not his dependability, but mentally. Guess being the most ruthless of the bunch will do that to you over time. A short time where he is concerned.
My focus flicks back to the girl on my lap. “Get me a drink, hm?” I pinch her hip lightly. It takes her a few seconds for my request to register, but then she nods and stands, messed up enough to not even consider asking what I want.
Once again, my attentive and skittish gaze travels. In the darkest corner of the room, Kio and Jess are sitting on the couch. Her head is relaxed in his lap, soda on the floor near her dangling arm, and feet propped up on the armrest while he plays with her hair and their mouths move in conversation.
My attention bounces over to the bar, not for the first time tonight. This go round, it’s just in time to see Chaz narrowly escape another hit from Coty and start heading back in my direction.
Chaz growls as he plops down on the stage across from me, my lay for the night following shortly behind, beverage in hand. “Hey, snow, give us a second?” he instructs, taking the drink and tilting it at her in thanks before downing the entire thing in one chug and holding the cool glass against his sore cheek.
I raise an eyebrow at him but easily disregard both my drink and girl. She saunters away nice and slow, throwing me a sultry glance over her shoulder en route to the bathroom to wait since the office is still occupied by the scary leader of our club. Chaz shoots a glance at her and back at me again.
“What’s up?” I ask, rubbing a hand over my face, knee bouncing with way more energy than I want to contain for whatever this conversation will be about.
“Lace just put her foot down.”
My knee stops bouncing and eyes pop wider, as if that is even physically possible. “She what?”
“I stole from him, as usual, but this time, Lace stopped him from retaliating.”
“Good for her. Coyote needs to be tamed sometimes.” My lips quirk up to the side. Only two people have the power to do that — Kal and Lace.
According to Chaz, he has had the hots for this girl since before his balls dropped. Hell, if given an opportunity, we would all take our turns occupying her time. Chaz is the only one brave enough to do more than just smack talk Coty’s temper up, though. As for the rest of us, when we know we can’t have something, why bother? Instead, we all just lust from a distance.
Kinda like the silent, wanting Chaplain hovering awkwardly over Chaz’s shoulder.
It’s hard not to fall for the one and only woman we can truly be ourselves around. She might not know exactly what we do nor how our club is run, but if we were to pick someone to tell, it would be her.
Lace has taken care of every single one of us after our first assignments. Held those of us who cried. Cleaned up those of us who were blood-splattered and in shock. Talked about stupid shit with those of us who just wanted to run our mouths as a distraction. Slept beside those of us who were plagued by nightmares. Replaced the memories of our initiation with far, far more glorious ones. She’s like the damn Wendy to all us Lost Boys.
My attention adjusts again, this time toward her and Coty. I study their body language. Coty steps back from her, but when he tries to help her off the barstool, she refuses and, with purpose, walks toward Zane, looking way too fucking sexy in that see-through lace top and leather pants.
My eyes drift to Zane. He has no idea how much he could get away with tonight. Being cured by Lace is the best part of finalizing initiation.
Lace gives him one of her knee-buckling smiles, and his entire body tenses, nervous as a fly stuck on a glue trap. Her small hands run up his back to his shoulders, and she slips his leather jacket down his arms. Chaz and I share a quick look which is then followed by a studious glare toward Coty, whose eyebrows are in a straight line but focus is otherwise aimed toward the ground and hands are shoved in his pockets, knuckles bulging through his jeans.