“Bullshit! She was mine!”As Tank threw his chair at the stage, Broni didn’t move from the wood pieces as it broke apart.
“Cut it out, Tank. Rhys won fair and square,” Adam spoke above the loud voices.
“Rhys couldn’t have that many points.”
“Actually, he has twenty thousand left. He’s never bid before, and he takes the most dangerous runs,” Jace spoke up, holding the notebook up so that those next to him could see.
Tank shrugged away from one of his friend’s restraining hand, going to the bar, and grabbing Nikki by the arm. Rhys stood up, but Adam stepped in before Rhys had to.
“Leave the women alone tonight, Tank. Nikki’s not recovered from the last time you had her, and Layla, Dee and Becca are already spoken for tonight. You need to cool down before you touch another woman.”
“That’s the whole point of fucking them.” Tank sneered. Turning on his heel, he stormed from the club, his friends following quickly behind him.
Rhys caught the subtle movement of Adam motioning for Jace to follow. After he left, the music was turned back on. Rhys resumed his seat, motioning for Layla to bring him a glass of his bourbon while Broni jumped off the stage, tugging on a shirt Dee handed her. Rhys watched as it caught on the tip of her tit. She had to adjust it to pull it down. She then headed to his table with a grateful smile on her mouth.
Damn, Rhys said to himself. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to let Tank destroy her; now he was going to have to make it clear that he had done it so that she wouldn’t be hurt, not because he actually cared.
His thoughts about letting her go without touching her ended as he watched her tits bounce underneath the thin t-shirt she wore. He could always let her go when he was finished fucking her. Maybe.
Chapter 7
“Thank you, Rhys,” Broni said as she came to stand next to his table.
The experience of standing on that stage while half-naked with Tank’s intense focus onwhat he was going to do to her if he won had sent chills down her body. She was certain that she could have defended herself, yet it was much better if she never had to find out. It would have been impossible to continue to live in the clubhouse after she’d split him open with her sword, which was what she had planned if he had won. Outside, it would be much easier for her enemies to strike.
“Ready for bed?” His hoarse voice had Broni looking closer at his closed expression.
Broni nodded her head, relieved to be away from the scrutiny of the other bikers. Did they think he was going to fuck her on the table? She made no effort to hide her disgust as she followed Rhys to his room.
Once inside, she gathered a clean t-shirt and underwear, going to the shower. She took her time enjoying the silky feel of the water against her skin. Drying off, she dressed before going back to Rhys’s room where he was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Broni knew what turmoil was running through his mind. His body stiffened as he became aware of her presence.
He stood up next to the bed as he took off his t-shirt and shoes. Broni watched every move he made, enjoying the sight of his muscular body. She licked her bottom lip when he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them to expose his already hard cock.
“You going to get naked?” Rhysasked.
Broni debated her next move.
“What if I don’t want to?” she replied, watching his reaction.
“Then get out and send Layla back here.”
Broni didn’t flinch from his harsh words. He would never give her the power of knowing he wanted her. She could satiate his lust or send another to take her place.
When she pulled off her panties first, his eyes went to her cleanly shaven pussy. Then they lifted pointedly to her t-shirt. Broni tugged it off, giving in willingly to his silent demand. His gaze remained on her full breasts as she moved forward. His cock had lengthened even further when her body had been completely exposed.
Herpink nipples tightened in the cool air, bouncing as she walked across the room to him. He lowered his lashes, hiding his eyes from her. He remained still after removing his jeans. The bastard wanted her to make the first move.
Her mouth watered as she stared at his body.
He eventually sat down on the bed, giving her a hard look, making sure she knew this was no heart and flowers moment. That it was what it was, what it would always be to him—fucking.
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Yes.”
“If you stay, we’re going to fuck tonight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck another bitch tomorrow. I don’t want to hear your shit when I do, either. If you’re not cool with that, then leave. The choice is yours.”
“I know. You’re not forcing me, Rhys. I know exactly what I want,” Broni said, leaning over him, brushing her lips over his firm shoulder.