She'd given me her fucking V-card.
I was finishing up the last notes of "Alone" when there was a movement at my open doorway. Goldie stood there, looking sexy in a short leather skirt and skimpy halter top that revealed more of her tits than it covered. The stiletto boots on her feet were decked out with silver spikes. Her face was already made up for the night, her blond hair braided and hanging over one tit. She was every man's fucking wet dream, but I felt nothing when I looked at her.
She had that coy, seductive look in her eyes, the kind that invited a man to put his dick in her, and I knew that if I let her get close she would try her damndest to get me to comply. A few years ago, before I’d met Holly, I would not have thought twice about dragging her into my room and fucking her six ways to Sunday. That's what club girls were there for. They were good at distracting us from the shit we didn't want to remember.
I lowered my sax, bringing my knee up.
"I love hearing you play," Goldie quipped softly with a smile.
She'd heard me before, when we'd been on the road. I'd got in the habit of ending most of my nights playing beneath the stars.
"What was the name of that song?"
"Alone."
Her laugh was low and husky as she took the few steps into my room to my bed. As she sat down, the scent of her strong perfume reached me. Her hand moved to where my pants hung over my boots, and her fingers began to walk up my leg.
"You don't have to be alone, Sax. I'll be glad to keep you company." Her fingers crested my bent knee and began to walk down my thigh. "I'd do whatever you want."
I smirked. "Sweetheart, save your moves for the guys downstairs, they're wasted on me."
She pouted, halting her fingers near my dick. "Why? You know I want you. I'm here for you."
"You're here for my brothers. I made that clear. If you came here thinking we'd be starting something up, you're going to be disappointed. It's not going to happen." I narrowed my eyes on her, hoping that I hadn't made a mistake in bringing her here. "If that was your reason for coming, maybe you should leave."
She released a sigh and removed her hand. "No, you were up front with me from the start. I just thought—" She shrugged. "You're stuck on someone else, aren't you?"
I held myself still, not responding. I knew that she must have heard talk about me and Holly.
She smiled. "There's nothing to say we can't be friends, right?"
Friends. I held back a snort. Men like me weren't friends with women unless they were our women. Goldie had a lot to learn about what it meant to be a club girl. Since I'd been the one to bring her to the club I'd been watching her on and off the last few nights, making sure that she was doing what she'd been brought here to do. She was friendly by nature, and seemed to have embraced the attention of my brothers, although the fact that she’d set her sights on me could become a problem.
I decided a little wakeup call would nip any thought of that in the bud. "How many of my brothers have you fucked since you've been here?" I could see it in her eyes, the subtle realization that her answer would matter.
She almost looked embarrassed. "Three."
That was a low number but I nodded, satisfied with her answer. I'd seen her going off with Loco more than once, and I was fairly sure she'd been with Snake as well. "Sweetheart, I don't mean to be cruel, but the cold, hard fact is that you belong to all of us. My brothers won't hesitate to fuck you, but that's where it ends. It's rare for a brother to get seriously involved with a woman who's already fucked around with his brothers."
She was quiet for a moment, reflecting on what I'd said. "I don't want to marry you, Sax. I just want to fuck you." There was a teasing light in her pretty eyes, a curve on her lips. I felt the slight flutter of her fingers next to my dick. "That's my job, right?"
I grinned, leaning forward. "I appreciate the thought, sweetheart, but not right now. I'll come to you if I'm looking to get laid." I sank back against the pillows.
Her laughter seemed a little forced as she slowly rose to her feet. "I guess I'll get downstairs where all the action is."
I smirked at her jab.
"Are you coming down?"
"Later." I watched the sway of her hips as she left my room, beating myself up for not tapping her fine ass. The truth was, I didn't want anyone but the woman who owned my fucking heart, and I would have felt like I was being unfaithful to Holly if I messed around with another woman right now.
Holly was back in Vegas. When we’d been together, we'd moved there to run the construction office and had shared an apartment for a while. After she'd taken off, I'd given it up for other members of the club to use until the lease was up. Annabelle had taken it over once she’d start running the office, and I'd found out that Holly had moved into a tiny home outside of Vegas. I didn't know much more than that, hadn't wanted to ask. The less I knew about her new life, the sooner I'd move on.
Yeah, I couldn't see that happening anytime soon.
I got up to go down to the party, which, from the sounds of it, was already going strong. When I got to the top of the stairs and glanced down I could see why. Some of the Vegas Watchdogs had shown up. Our two MCs had gotten close over the last couple of years. Some of their brothers worked on the construction sites with us, and they'd helped us take care of the Insane Boys. It didn't surprise me to see Demon and Cole sitting with their president, Trip, and his VP, Murphy. They were at the bar, their heads bent close together, and I could tell that they were having a serious conversation.
I stepped up between Demon and Trip. "What are you ladies gossiping about?"
"Hey, Brother." Trip leaned in, and we did the man-hug thing. "I hear congratulations are in order."
"Thanks, Brother," I grinned, and then I shot Murphy a look, following it up with a chin lift. "What brings you brothers here?"
"Just needed a change of scenery," Murphy answered, picking up his beer. Murphy was a bigger version of grizzly Adams, big as a fucking mountain and twice as hairy. In the dark, the man looked like a fucking Sasquatch. He was intimidating as hell, and I'd seen grown-ass men piss themselves when confronted by him.
"Like what you see so far?" I smirked, noticing that he had eyes on Lulu.
"Yeah, like it a fucking lot."
Demon snorted. "Be gentle with Lulu, yeah? She's sweet, and a favorite of my brothers."
Murphy pinned his eyes on Demon, a slight quirk on his lips. "I'm known as a gentle giant in the bedroom, Brother."
Cole turned on his stool and raised his arm to catch Lulu's attention. She scooted over to us immediately, a welcoming smile on her pretty face. She went up to Cole, but knew better than to touch him. That was one thing I liked about Lulu--she didn't mess around with the brothers who had old ladies.
"Yeah, honey?" She smiled up at Cole before letting her eyes wander around our little circle.
"Vegas Watchdogs are in the house. Think you can give Murphy here some of your time?"
Her smile grew bigger, making it clear that she wasn't afraid of Murphy's menacing size. She sidled up to him. "You want a little company, honey?" Her hand looked fucking tiny against the massive chest she was petting.