Grabbing the tray full of drinks, I make my way back to Odin’s side. I pass each out to the brothers with only my shot and a beer left. Handing the beer over to the new biker, he offers me a smirk followed up with a quick flick of his gaze checking me out.
I’m about to return the tray and down my shot when Odin’s massive hand comes to my hip. He applies enough pressure to have me leaning in, my ass promptly landing on his leg. Turning with surprise, my eyes find his briefly to make sure this is what he really wants. He’s not big on public displays of affection unless he’s smoked a few joints and wants to fuck me right there and then. His lips turn up, his strong arm wrapping possessively around my hip to hold me in place.
“Cherry, this is Grizzly.” He introduces us, and the beefy bearded guy flashes a smile full of white teeth. His name goes with his appearance, no doubt. The moment he grins, the smile lines beside his eyes show up, along with a set of dimples to boot. This man is a force I’m sure, and as soon as he flashes those teeth, I find myself beaming right back. He has that sort of face...the kind of expression that lights up and you can’tnotsmile back at him.
“You’re a fine sight after a long ride,” he remarks, his comment full of innuendo and my cheeks warm with the fact he’s saying this directly in front of Viking, Torch, Odin, and Mercenary.
“Isn’t she?” the president comments and Odin’s sculpted arm tightens a bit too much, pulling me against his chest more firmly.
“So, tell me,” Grizzly orders, his gaze flirty to match his voice. “You have a man, Cherry pie? I didn’t see a patch on that ass.” His dark eyes flash to the alpha at my back, maybe because I’m planted on his lap or maybe to catch his reaction—if Odin even has one. I doubt it, unfortunately.
As much as I’d love to tell him I do and that my heart belongs to another, I can’t. “No,” I admit reluctantly with a whisper.
Amazingly he hears me over the bar ruckus and Grizzly’s face lights up. “Good. Viking here has extended his hospitality. You’re just what I need to warm my sheets and distract me from that long ride home I have ahead of me.”
Glancing to Viking for verification, he nods, confirming. Swallowing thickly, I manage to keep the smile planted on my face, unsure of what to say exactly. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, been put in even a remotely similar position. I was never claimed, but to be offered up by the Prez to someone to keep them company.
The man I care for is currently bracing me to his frame, and yet it means nothing. Members pass off club whores all the time; it’s what we’re here for. So why does my heart sting, thinking of who I’ll have between my thighs tonight? Does this mean Odin will be with one of the new club whores tonight as well? Damn it, I’m not supposed to care...maybe it would’ve been better had he stayed on the road longer. At least out there I could miss him and pretend he was thinking of me as well.
Why can’t Odin just speak up and say he wants me tonight in his own bed instead? I know it would be considered rude to the biker, but I can’t help myself to wish. Rather than forget my place, I throw the tequila back and pull on my pretend big girl panties. If I have to drown my emotions to forget and be able to do my job easier, then I will.
It won’t be a hardship on my eyes as Grizzly is devilishly handsome, and so far, he seems to be a nice guy. If I can toss back some more tequila shots, then I’ll be able to pretend it’s Odin. And maybe, if I’m truly lucky, Grizzly will get far too drunk and end up passing out before anything even happens. I won’t hold my breath, but I can hope. There is such thing as whiskey dick too, so I have a few options.
“Anyone else ready for a refill,” I probe with a bit of a squeak, moving to stand. I literally just passed all their drinks out. Rather than calling me on it, Torch of all people, throws his whiskey back and nods, holding his cup out to me. My gratitude is probably pretty evident, and I need to rein it in. The others wave me off, too intent on talking shop to be anywhere near in need of a top off.
With a quickness that Odin no doubt catches on to, I grab the tray, the two empty cups and hightail it back to the bar. I need to be near Chaos; he’s stable and we’re friend zoned. can take a breather around him and be honest for a few minutes.
“Another double Patron and whiskey neat, please...hell, give me a triple.”
“No problem,” Frost drones and Chaos is back in front of me, gaze searching.
“Already? You good, Cherry?”
My shoulders drop. “Could be better.”
He leans in. “I saw you on his lap, figured you’d be a bit happier ‘bout it.”
My lip wobbles, but I choke back the emotions. With a jerky nod, I whisper so no one overhears. “I was until it was decided that I’ll keep the guest company tonight instead.”
“Shit,” he breathes. With a frown, he stares to me with sympathy. “At some point, you’ve gotta come clean. This’ll only get harder or else you’ll shut your emotions off completely and not care who you’re fucking.”
“Those are my only two options? How do you know?”
“Because I’ve been there, and I’ve done both. Trust me when I say you want to open up about it. Before it’s too late,” he adds as Frost places the glasses on the bar.
“Thanks.” I offer him a pitiful smile first and then one to Chaos as well, before strutting back over to the guys.
“The fuck did Chaos want?” Odin growls with a head jerk at the bar as he yanks me back in place on his lap. He’s so damn handsy and possessive today. What is with him all of a sudden?
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. He mumbles something under his breath that doesn’t sound too friendly, but I pretend not to notice.
“Bullshit. I saw him lean in, get close and say something. The fuck was it, Cherry?” The others continue to talk around us, but I can tell they’re trying like hell to ‘subtly’ hear what we’re saying. Men are as nosey as women, even if they don’t like to admit the fact.
Releasing a breath, my forehead scrunches as I say, “He was just asking if I was okay since I wanted another drink. It was nothing. After that, he said to have fun tonight. I thanked him and told him I’d planned on doing exactly that anyhow.”
“You plan onwhattonight?” His nose trails over the side of my throat, his warm breath blowing over my neck causing my nipples to harden under my thin shirt.
Grizzly’s eyes land on them, noticing the change under my shirt immediately. I don’t mind him ogling a bit. In all honesty, I don’t care about any of the brothers peeping on me. However, I don’t want to fuck or blow anyone but Odin. Looking is far different than touching. Too bad I don’t have a choice in the matter if I want to have a roof over my head and food to eat. It’s not like I could just go out and start working a regular job. I’ve been a biker whore for most of my life and that’s not something you put on an application for work experience.