“Yes, sir.”
I felt like a small child being scolded. It didn’t happen often and it didn’t feel right at all. The smirk remained on Kit’s face, maybe even growing a little bigger as he watched my obedience. Chelsea, on the other hand, I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. She knew it took a lot for me to shut my mouth and she was evidently amused at the fact that I’d backed down. I followed rules well. I understood that the rules of the MC were there for a reason and a lot of the time it was to keep people safe. But that didn’t mean I was scared to voice my opinion when I thought it was required or that I didn’t believe in standing up for myself when I thought something was wrong.
Unfortunately for Chelsea, Optimus also noticed her amused face.
“Kit, will you take Harm back to the party. Go be with your boys.” He turned to eye Chelsea whose shoulders straightened like she had been jabbed with a cow prod. “You stay here.”
Kit walked toward me, taking me by the elbow and leading me out the door. It was my turn to smile knowing that Chelsea was in for a good ear bashing from our president. If she was lucky, maybe even a spanking for being naughty.
Kit led me down the hallway, his hand firmly fixed to my arm. I wanted to make some comment about how I knew my way around the clubhouse and didn’t need a leash. But after Optimus already having a go at me about talking back, I knew I probably shouldn’t piss off another Club President.
I could hear the sounds of the party already raging and was in serious need of another drink. Kit, on the other hand, had other thoughts and before we reached the doors to the main room I was promptly pushed against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but gave me one hell of a fright. My hands instantly went to his chest. Rock fucking hard.
He pushed against me, holding me captive with his body and his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. My breathing quickened and my heart began to race. I didn’t know what I was feeling. Usually when this happened with the men, I would get excited knowing what was to come next. But with Kit I had feelings stirring inside me that had yet to surface. Not just want, but a sense of need. I had no idea what to expect from him and the idea of that was thrilling.
“You dance.” His words were formed as a statement, not a question.
I shook my head. My movements were jerking, my mind clouded by his closeness. “No…not really.”
His hand moved from the wall and he cupped my chin. His thumb reached up and dragged over my lips, pulling my lower one with it as it retreated. A familiar tingling started at the bottom of my stomach and I knew I was wetter than ever. I pleaded in my head for him to lift me up so I could wrap my legs around his slim waist as he drove his cock in and out of me. The thought was torturous. My thighs had a mind of their own, wiggling around in order to gain some sort of friction between my legs.
“You’re not a stripper?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. I watched his face as his eyes roamed me, taking in every inch of my body that they could reach.
“No, I’m not a stripper. I’m a club girl.” He stepped back, but only enough to allow me to breathe again.
“You’re a club girl?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’ve been with the club for a while now.”
He seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment, his mood doing a complete one-eighty from the intense sexual vibe he was giving off a moment ago.
“For now, you’re with me.” He gripped my chin in a tight hold, forcing our eyes to meet. “You don’t move from my side tonight.”
I nodded. I wasn’t objecting to the chance of finding out what this man had hidden underneath his cut and jeans. My body was already craving his touch, by the end of the night I knew the spark that had been lit was going to blow.
He flicked his head in the direction of the bustling room and I slid from the small space between him and the wall and began walking toward the sounds of Metallica. I could feel his body moving with me without even having to look over my shoulder. His presence completely engulfing me.
As we walked through the door, I could see the party was in full swing. There were strippers on the stage and men from both chapters sitting on couches watching them while they relaxed and shot the shit with their Brothers.
There were some men playing poker, girls draped across their laps, giggling and flirting shamelessly. Others played pool while a few just sat at the bar, enjoying the chance to relax after a long day of behaving themselves and watching their language around the family.
Kit wrapped a rough hand around mine and led me to the bar. He prompted me to sit on the open bar stool, standing at my back and placing his hands on the bar either side of me. I was beginning to think this man had something about control, needing to pin me down every chance he got.
His spiky beard tickled the side of my face as he leaned into me. “Beer.” His breath was warm against my cheek and the smell of cool mint chewing gum wafted over me. God. Even his breath smelled incredible.
“Caleb! Can we grab two beers?”
Caleb looked over at me from down the bar with a smile. His eyes widened as he saw the man standing at my back and rushed over, pulling two beers and popping the caps.
“Here you go, Harmz.”
“Thanks, hun,” I said with a smile while Kit merely raised his drink in a cheers motion.
“Hey, Prez. You disappeared after Church, everything good?”
Kit uncaged me and I swiveled my chair around to find another very handsome man standing behind me. His hair was blond and longer than Kit’s with it almost hanging in his eyes. His body shape was very similar, it was what was attached to his body that made me screw up my nose.
Dana was plastered to the dude’s side like a leech and she was eyeing me with apparent disdain. I smiled knowing it was because of Kit who was now leaning back against the bar with his arm stretched out behind me.
“Yeah man, we’re good. A couple of Optimus’ girls had an issue with a guy in town this afternoon. Putting a man on them for a bit in case something comes of it,” Kit explained casually. His voice seemingly relaxed for the first time since he’d spoken in Optimus’ office. “Harmony, this is my best friend and my Sargent at Arms, Tally. Tally, this is Harmony.”
I reached out and shook his hand. He offered me a great smile which lit up the room. I saw Dana look up at Tally with a smile, apparently expecting an introduction also. When it never came, she slumped a little but kept her grip on his body. Tally to Kit must’ve been like what Blizzard was to Optimus. Their personalities the complete opposite, but balancing each other out perfectly.
A thought clicked in my head and I nearly spit my beer out, while trying to contain my laughter. They all looked at me strangely. The laughter finally broke free after I’d choked on half a mouthful of my drink.
Kit bumped me with his hip, catching my attention. “You gonna share with the group?”
I cleared my throat. “Was just thinking about how these two match.” I gestured between Tally and Dani. “Tally and Ho.” I was barely able to get the words out before another giggle bubbled to the surface. I knew I could get in trouble for somewhat insulting a Brother. But that shit was just too funny to keep in. I felt relief when I looked to my side to find a genuine smile broken through Kit’s previously stern expression. Laughter burst from Tally’s mouth and he held out a fist. I didn’t hesitate in bumping it with my own.
Dana departed not long after with a stomp in her step and a flick of her hair. That was how I ended up sitting at the bar with Tally and Kit, learning how toproperlyfist bump and how to make it explode.