Even after all the time I spent here, this place fascinated me. The Knight’s Legion MC was one big family. Who would have pictured that from outlaws? Through Maddy, I had been welcomed into it. Felt as good as blood from the way they treated me.
I locked eyes with Libby, one of the club’s favorite kittens. She smiled wide and sipped her whiskey sour. She was a beautiful platinum blonde with green eyes, the color of emeralds. They sparkled just as much as the gems. Tonight she had on black eyeliner, really making her eyes pop. Her curvaceous body was mesmerizing, even for me. It was no wonder she was a favorite. She was a bombshell.
I wanted to know more about her and what made her become a kitten. Up until this point, I never broached the subject, not wanting to be rude or intrusive. But I’d already had two screwdrivers, and was on my third, so my filter was just about non-existent.
“How long have you been here, Libby?” I held a cocktail straw between my teeth and twirled a lock of my red hair around my middle finger.
The chatter at the table stopped.
“Thirteen months,” she replied easily.
Maddy, Sugar, and Jill’s eyes ping-ponged from me to Libby. Jill had been spending more time at the clubhouse after the ordeal with the Hunters. Maddy had said Boxer didn’t give her a choice in the matter. I found that fascinating too.
Why were the women in the club so freaking obedient all the time? Like didn’t they want to be their own person? Make their own decisions? I didn’t understand the MC lifestyle, as Maddy had told me on more than one occasion. But strangely, the more I was here, I felt a pull. Like I was coming home. I didn’t understand it.
“And you like being a kitten?” I shifted in my chair as she leaned forward in hers. The tops of her plump breasts spilled out of her black v-neck.
“Mhm. Love it.” She fluttered her dark lashes as she glanced around the room. “Ask me what you really want to know, babe. I’m not shy.” She licked her bottom lip before sipping her drink.
“I can see that about you. It’s what I like most… I think.” I swirled the straw in my glass. Was there something else swimming around in my head? A question burning on the end of my tongue?Maybe.
“Have you been with all the guys in the club?” Like one of my students, I dodged the real question. I could care less about the other guys. To avoid the wide eyes pinning me in place, I slurped down my drink.
Libby winked at Maddy. “I haven’t been with Storm. Or Raul and Wolf.” She eyed me as if she knew what I really wanted to know, but she wasn’t going to give me the answer.
“It’s a good thing you haven’t been with Wolf, or I might have to take you out back and beat your tiny ass.” Jill popped a maraschino cherry into her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. Jill owned Sister Chic Boutique. She had dirty blonde hair in a pixie cut with streaks of burgundy through it. She was freaking adorable with black-framed glasses. Trendy with a hipster vibe. Not many could pull off the look.
“Seriously?” I asked because damn, I wanted to know. See? My filter was totally gone.
Jill turned toward me. “Absolutely, one hundred percent serious. If any of these bitches touch my man, I’ll be out for blood.” She glanced at Libby, then back at me. “And you should be too. Every old lady needs to keep the kittens in line when it comes to her man. It’s just the way it is.”
I blinked, unsure of what to say to that.
Sugar sighed, shaking her head. “Be nice, Jill.” She smiled at me. “Jill is the younger version of Boxer. They’re a lot alike. Fighters. Possessive of what’s theirs and capable of beating people to a pulp.”
My eyes bulged. “Oh, sure.” But really, I had no idea. I knew Boxer was the club’s enforcer. He handled any issues with… anything andeveryone. He was also hotter than hot, reminding me of a Greek god. Intense, but playful, with a panty-melting smile. Boxer, his road name, fit him to a T. Sugar was right about him being a fighter, an MMA fighter, to be specific. Underground events, just for the hell of it. KLMC was his life, like all the other bikers. I didn’t understand how they were so passionate about the MC life but respected their loyalty to the club and their brothers.
“That’s right. We manage our tempers well, but when we lose it, we lose it big.” Jill popped another cherry into her mouth. She looked non-threatening, sort of like a fairytale pixie—to match the name of her hairstyle. I didn’t discount her words… or were they warnings?
I glanced at Libby again, finding her watching me. What the hell? I needed to know. “So it sounds like you’ve been with most of the guys. Does that include Hero?”
Maddy patted my leg under the table. Instantly, I knew the answer to my question. Frick.
“Yes. I’ve been with him. But not since—”
“Not since what?” A melon-sized lump caught in my throat as my eyes moved over her perfect tits, perfect lips, perfect everything. The kitten was stunning. Libby had a perfect ass to go along with every other perfect fucking piece of her. I’d checked her out plenty of times along with all the other kittens. They were my competition.
Jealousy flooded my veins. No way in hell could I compete with Libby.
She bit her bottom lip. “Since the day before the Fourth of July, I think.”
I gaped, my mind racing back to that day.
Maddy nudged me, smiling. “The fourth was when you met him for the first time. Do you remember that, at Sugar Bliss?”
Libby’s green eyes went wide. “Oooh, that makes sense now. The girls and I had talked about him not taking any of us up to his bedroom.”
“Oh, wow. That’s just fucking fantastic. He’s been with all the kittens.” I squeezed my empty glass between my hands. I had no right to be pissed or envious, but dammit, I was both. A possessiveness I’d never felt before bloomed in my chest.