A pair of long, sun-kissed slender legs sitting at the bar catches my attention. My eyes trail up the pair of legs to an ass perfect for squeezing, following a slender back, slightly arched, and curly dark hair with blonde highlights. She tilts her head to the side and Monica pins me with a cool gaze in her honey brown eyes. She lifts the beer bottle to her plump, red lips and takes a long pull. Watching her lick her lips, everyone’s voices fade to the background. It’s just the two of us around as I watch her seductively shift on the bar stool. She turns her body, so her back is to the bar and I get a full view of her luscious rack in a red, tight-fitting dress. Monica crosses one leg over the other and pops her chest out a little. My cock takes notice and is now at full attention behind the zipper of my tight jeans. This woman will be the death of me if I can’t get her to see how good we fit together. As long as her brother doesn’t kill me first.
I take one step in front of the other, my eyes set on my prey. Monica’s smoky eyes are hooded with desire, the closer I get. I adjust the raging hard-on and she smirks. She knows what she does to me and loves to be a dick tease. One day, very soon, she’ll be begging me to let her suck my cock and she’ll be grateful to swallow every inch of me. Then, when I’m buried balls deep into her sweet pussy, she’ll be begging me to take her over the edge. I’ll spread her legs wide and feast on that succulent pussy making her scream my name in ecstasy.
A warm hand wraps around my bicep, bursting the seductive bubble Monica and I are in and she stiffens on her seat, swinging back around to face the bar. I look down and see Samantha’s purple nails digging into my skin. Her lavender scent surrounding me, making me stifle a gag.
“Can we talk?” Sam bats her green eyes at me. She is the club bitch. Always wanting her way and throws a fit when she doesn’t get it. She can make your life a living hell if you don’t oblige.
“What do you want, Sam?” I growl low in my throat. The raging hard-on I had disappears from her voice alone.
“I just want to talk to you.” Sam whines. She pushes her blonde hair with purple streaks back, tucking it behind her ears. Some guys might enjoy her company, but I don’t. I can’t stand the bitch and she knows this.
“I’m busy.” I try to pull her claws from my arm, but she won’t let go. If anything, she digs deeper into my skin. I’m surprised I don’t see blood blooming from under her nails. “Club business, Sam. Move along to another brother who I’m sure will give you the attention you’re seeking. That isn’t me. Never has been. Never will be.” I finally get her claws off my bicep and turn back to the bar.
Monica is gone. Nowhere in sight. I search with my eyes, all over the common room and she’s not in here. Sam is still standing next to me batting her eyes and licking her lips. The look is disgusting.
“Looks like your business disappeared on you.” Samantha runs her fingers up my cut. “I can be the business you need to attend to. Not some stuck-up little bitch who thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”
Rage simmers below my skin. I grab her hand on my cut and put just enough pressure to make Samantha squeal. I rarely put my hands on a woman, but she’s pushed my last nerve. I pull her in close and she struggles before relaxing against my brutal grip. She’s one of the women who like it rough. A smile graces her lips and Sam purrs with delight. She thinks I will fuck her now, and I use that to my advantage.
I lean in real close, pressing my nose against the shell of her ear. “If you ever touch me again, I will fucking kill you. I never and won’t ever want you. Get that through your thick skull. There will never be a thing between us.” I release her hand and she stumbles a little in her six inch stilettos. “Now get the fuck away from me before you regret getting on my bad side.” Samantha scrambles away fast, looking for refuge in another’s arms. Thank fuck she finally gets the hint.
I search each room in the back of the common room. These rooms are for the club brothers and their families when we are on lockdown. Each room is set up for a family ranging from two to four people, in case we needed a comfortable place for them to stay in. Coming up empty, I continue my search. Monica has to be around here somewhere. Why does she make my job harder than it has to be?
I head out the back door and cross the parking lot in the back of the clubhouse. It’s secluded and dark back here. The flood lights set up around the perimeter give off just enough light to see the path toward the gym. The warm summer night wraps around me. Grunting noises catch my attention toward the gym. I close the distance with quick steps. I push open the metal door and search the dark room not seeing Monica. I spot a faint light coming from the back of the gym. I quietly make my way toward the light and hear more grunting, followed by sobs that break my heart into a million pieces. I know that sob from anywhere. I’ve heard it and soothed it for months after Monica’s attack in Detroit. She’s spiraling and I need to be here to help build her back up. It’s not a job for me, but something I want to do. I want to be here when she needs me.
I lean against the doorway leading into the boxing room and let her get it all out. Sometimes I can’t interfere. If I do, it makes her breakdown even worse. She’ll lash out at me instead of battling the demons in her mind. I watch as she hits a big bag with everything she has. In her skin-tight red dress and no heels, it’s sexy as fuck. Her bare feet are in the fighter stance I taught her years ago. Sweat beads on her brow and her curly hair is plastered to her tear-stained face.
Monica stops swinging at the bag and collapses onto the mats, sobbing. I hurry over to her and wrap her body into my arms. At first, she fights my embrace, then her body relaxes against mine.
“I’m sorry, Bug. So sorry this happened to you.” I smooth her hair out of her face and Monica looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“It’s not your fault, Xander.” Monica is the only one who can get away with calling me by my real name and not my road name, Blayze.
I wipe the tears from her cheeks and press my lips against her forehead. “What set you off?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. I was doing fine until that skank,” She’s referring to Sam. “Had her hands all over you.”
“You know there’s nothing going on right?”
“Yeah, I know. But then I think about what she can give you that I can’t and I spiral.”
“The only thing she can give me that you can’t is an STD. That woman is nasty.” I shiver at the thought. Monica laughs a little, showing me we’re on the right path, fighting from the darkness consuming her.
“What if one day, we take this,” She points between us, “Whatever we have further and you want kids? I can’t give you that. That choice was taken away from me.”
“Bug, I know that. And it doesn’t matter. Whatever is between us,” I point between the two of us, mimicking her. “Is between us. If we take this further and someday want kids, we can adopt. There are plenty of things we can do. But let’s not worry about that right now. Right now, I need to keep you safe. You’re not to leave my sight until further notice and I don’t want it any other way.”
Monica releases a deep sigh and snuggles into my arms. Her small frame fits perfectly against my large one. The scent of jasmine and vanilla, everything that makes Monica, fills my nose and I savor it. She runs a finger along the tattoos on my arm marking my skin.