“Scar is the VP, he's important. He’s also a good guy and might have done the right thing. Even if he didn't marry her, he would have made sure that she was taken care of. He might not like her a whole lot, but she would be the mother of his child. I get why she would choose him.” He pauses, and I distract myself by counting his steps until he speaks again, “I am curious why you have such an issue with her choice though?”
I try to scramble for a way to explain without it being the truth, but I come up blank, “I have always liked Scar. I would have done it for any of the brothers, but it makes me madder because like you said, Scar is a good man.” Bell snickers but doesn't call me out on my lie.
One day I will thank him for that.
1
Finley
The smell of sex sits like a thick haze on every surface of the bar.
I learned a long time ago that you shouldn't sit on anything that you didn't wipe off yourself.
I step behind the bar to get one of the rags and the cleaning spray that is kept there and just about the time that I get done wiping a section of the bar I was going to sit on, Scar takes the stool right in front of it.
“Sugar, can you get me a beer while you’re back there?” My hate of pet names has never extended to a certain group of men.
Of course, those men are the ones that shouldn't be calling me pet names at all, but I’ll never ask them to stop. I am not proud of it, but what’s a girl to do?
“Sure thing, but you keep my spot clean, I don't trust the surfaces around here not to be covered in someone's bodily fluids!” I see Pyro, Bell, and Tough coming up behind him so I grab each of them a beer as well. No sense in having to go back for three more when they get here and ask.
“Boys,” I smile sweetly at them and put the beers on the bar top, popping the tops and letting them fall to the ground below me.
“Thanks, dear,” Pyro winks at me and sits on the stool beside Scar. I set a bottle of Grey Goose in front of him and use the sinks as a step to climb up. The bottle is only about a quarter full, so I don't even bother getting a glass, it won't take long at all for me to kill it.
Scar already knows what I was planning on doing so he puts a hand up to help me sit down without slipping off and busting my ass on the disgusting floor. I take his hand, not bothering to tell him that the bar is still a little sticky,and my shoes won't slip.
“Why are you so mean to everyone except these three jackasses?” Tough asks, even when the man smiles, he looks like a mean motherfucker with all his tattoos and piercings.
“I’m not mean to you?” I try to make my face as innocent as possible with a little pout, he hesitates for a moment and then seems to reconsider.
“Fine, why are you so mean to everyone but us four and your father?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I look around at the four of them and give a flirty smile when no one answers. “I have daddy issues.” I shrug as if I didn't just out myself.
Scar and Pyro choke on the beer that they had just put to their lips, but Bell just gives me a panty-melting smile of his own.
“Dammit, woman.”
“The Prez would be thrilled to hear that,” Tough laughs and takes a pull from his beer, his words laced with sarcasm and maybe even a hint of warning.
“The Prez is the reason I have issues. Sure, he might not like it, but he has no one to blame but himself for my fucked-up brain. I grew up in this damn clubhouse, no one should be surprised that I am the way that I am.”
My eyes travel up and down Bell slowly, it could be because he is the one standing in front of me and the perfect position for eye fucking, but I think it's because of the way that he is looking at me. Everything about him screams that he wants to lay me on the bar top and act out whatever dirty fantasy that he has cooked up in that nasty head of his, and I’ll be damned, but I want it too.
With me sitting up here we are almost the same height, and his amber eyes study every inch of me. I can't help that his gaze makes me squirm a little, I only have a guess at what he's thinking and that's enough for me. His gaze promises destruction and resurrection in equal measure, and I am here for it. In my head, he is an animal in the sack, with total loss of control and his dick matches the beautiful dangerous nature of the rest of him.
“You keep looking at me like that doll and we might have more than just trouble,” his voice is slow and rough. It does nothing to stop my raging libido but if the shine in his eyes is any indication that was his intention.
I spread my legs wide and put my hands on the bar between them, leaning as far forward as I can without falling over, “I like trouble.”
Tough huffs and takes a step back, “You are asking for these men to get a beating. You know your father would never lay a hand on you, but he is going to beat the shit out of any club member that puts their hands on you.”
“I am 22 years old; I am more than capable of making my own choices, sexually and otherwise,” all three of the men closest to me groan. If they were any farther away from me, I might not have been able to hear it, but it seems they have positioned themselves as close to me as they can without actually touching me.
"That makes no difference to your father. He knows exactly how men in this club treat random hookups," Tough is interrupted by Pyro before he can say anything else.
"First, that's fucking rude to point out. We like sex, which shouldn't be a problem. And second, who said anything about this being a random hookup?"