A woman near the front peels herself away from the fray, stomping toward Torch. There’s no sway to her hips, she’s moving as if she’s ready to bulldoze anyone who happens to cross her path. Torch stands stoically, arms folded across his chest, looking every inch of the Oath Keepers’ Death Dealer. He’s a mean motherfucker, and the chick on the warpath heading straight for him has some big lady balls.
She stops when the nose of her boots kisses Torch’s steal toes. Her hands move to her helmet, pulling it off. She shakes her hair out, and long red locks fall in a curly wave, brushing her lower back. Torch glares down at her, and the air turns hostile with his silent icy greeting. In the next blink, she’s swinging her helmet toward his face.
“Oh shit,” most of us mutter in unison.
This can’t be good news.
He catches her wrist before the helmet makes contact and shatters bones. “The fuck you doin’ out, Flame?” he asks while holding her wrist tightly enough she can’t jerk it free.
Her lips curl into a cruel smile. “You took my daughter. Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”
“I was betting on it,” he growls. “But you’re out too early. You got into too much shit, so you should be looking at life.”
She shrugs, glancing down at her fingernails as she ignores his question. “Where’s my daughter?”
“How did you get out of prison?”
With an irritated sigh, she eventually glares back up at my brother. “I might have blown a hole in the place I was visiting. A friend helped with my ride and weapons. Now here I am, ready to see my Annabelle.”
He loses his cool, dropping her wrist as if it’s poison and presses his fingers to his temples. After a few beats of him silently stewing, he barks, “You blew up a fucking prison, is that what you’re telling me? You weren’t there on holiday, for Christ’s sake! You were doing time! They’re probably tailing you right the fuck now.”
She waves him off. “Don’t overreact, Torch. We could never have a conducive conversation because your feelings get in the way. Same reason why I didn’t sign those stupid divorce papers. I knew if I were here, you wouldn’t really mean it. You were acting out of anger, and I forgive you for your irrational decision.”
He hisses out a heavy breath and spins away from her. He grits out as he passes Prez, “You deal with her, I’m going to fucking strangle that woman.”
I flash a grin at Viking. I’ve heard stories that Torch and Flame are like gasoline and fire. They burn hot, their tempers as well as their passion. This should be interesting because something tells me Flame won’t extinguish her claim on my brother quickly, nor quietly.
Chapter 16
The change in Hollywood’s demeanor is something I notice almost immediately. She’s not thrilled our clubhouse has been overtaken by a bunch of females. I have a feeling it’s not the fact they’re women, but that they’re in skintight leather, tits hanging out, and flirting with every brother in the place. A few of the ol’ ladies saddled up to their men, ready to warn off any of them. I have a feeling every ol’ lady belonging to these brothers will be showing up at some point to stake their claim.
“Trixie get home all right, sweetheart?” I ask, sliding up next to her at the end of the bar.
She glances at me, frowning, and nods. “Amelia brought her home, told me to pick her up tomorrow. She’s helping her with some math concepts Trix’s struggling with.”
I’m grateful Blaze has the principal as his ol’ lady. Not only does she ground him, but she helps the club brats out anytime they need it. She’s a valuable asset to add to the club’s ol’ ladies.
I reach over, giving Hollywood’s shoulder a tender squeeze. She’s stiff as a board, staring down any woman in the place who glances our way. Flame’s not the only one with big lady balls, my Hollywood won’t hesitate to lay down the law either.
“I get you all to myself tonight then.”
“I have to work, especially now that the club has a packed house,” she tosses in with a frown. She’s been bartending here ever since the lockdown was over, and this is the busiest it’s been since she started. Obviously, she’s not thrilled with the idea, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
“If you need help, me, Blaze, or Frost can hop back here. Just say the word, and we’ll have your back.”
She snorts. “They seem a bit preoccupied.” Blaze is flirting, but I know he won’t allow anything to come of it. He loves Teach too much in his twisted way to fuck it up with her. Frost, however, is a free man, which he’s currently demonstrating by having his tongue down one of the visiting women’s throat.
“You always have me,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her neck and breathe in her sweet-smelling body spray. It’s something minty, which I’ve come to love on her.
“Do I?” Her irises blaze as she asks.
I’m done.
Done with her doubting herself or me and my feelings for her.
She’s everything I’ve been searching for my entire life. I won’t let her slip away or question things when a group of good-looking women show up. My feelings have only grown from the moment I met Hollywood and have intensified ten-fold since we moved in together.
Without another word, I fist the back of her hair and walk her further behind the bar until we’re dead center. “Brothers!” I boom.
They glance my way as Hollywood curses up a storm, attempting to kick me. My legs are too far back, my grip tight enough she can’t make contact. I use my free hand to yank my button free on my jeans and push them down my hips enough so my cock springs free. We have every man and woman’s eyes in the place pegged on us.
“You better let me go right now. I’m going to fucking kill you, Chaos!” Hollywood hisses, thinking I’m being a dick, not realizing this is So. Much. More.
Lifting the back of her dress, I shove her panties to the side and work the tip of my cock inside her. She’s already wet, which I knew she’d be. She’s always ready for me, even when she’s frustrated over something. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She huffs and goes stock still.
I lean in, my nose trailing along her throat. “I’m claiming you, sweetheart. Every person in this place will know you’re mine and I’m yours. You’re the only woman I want now and in the future.”
She stops fighting me, bracing herself against the bar. “Well, then hurry up and fuck me, Cowboy.”
I plunge the rest of the way in her, loosening my grip on her hair, so it doesn’t hurt her. “This woman is mine,” I declare, my gaze skirting over every person before us. “My ol’ lady. Mine!” I roar the last word, getting my point across. She won’t only be claimed in front of my club but in front of another as well. Hell, if RBMC were here, they’d witness it too. I want everyone in the world to know she’s my sassy woman, and she always will be.
My hips piston, my thighs slamming into her from behind. She feels insanely good. I reach around, carefully pinching her clit until her legs shake. The brothers and females hoot and holler, cheering us on. I’m trying my damnedest to be serious, but I’m too fucking happy inside not to smile. I grin, roaring my swift release once she’s come on my cock. I’ll never leave her unsatisfied.