“You never put your hands on a woman unless she wants it, and it is clear that one didn’t.” Booshie’s face slowly started to turn fierce and horrifying, and she was actually starting to worry for the asshole who deserved what he was getting right now. “Clearly, you’re as stupid as you look.” But before she could intervene, Booshie let the guy go.
Prep fell to the floor, but he only moved back a few steps and tried to suck in air. Booshie took a step back, rolled his head around on his neck, and then cracked his knuckles. She could tell he was the type of man who didn’t just walk away from an altercation, but then again, he was a Vicious Bastard, and their reputations were hardcore.
When he turned and looked at her, she was stunned speechless and couldn’t even move. But Booshie had been right—the guy was stupid, because he charged and threw a sucker punch in Booshie’s side.
Even from where she stood, she could tell that when the guy hit Booshie, it was like slamming his fist into a concrete wall. And then it was like all hell broke loose as Booshie punched the guy right in the face. Prep’s head cocked to the side, and he fell backward and slid across the floor like he’d been hit with a wrecking ball. Blood instantly spilled from his nose and mouth.
The electricity in the room became charged, and the hairs on her arms stood on end.
“Holy fucking hell, girl.”
She looked at Bennie, not knowing what to say, but feeling this rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She nodded after Bennie spoke and then looked at the scene in front of her again. Booshie stormed over to Prep again, bent down so he could haul the guy up by the neck, and punched him again. Blood covered the younger guy’s lower face and his pale-yellow polo.
But then another biker came up, Tank, one she knew was sergeant at arms for the Vicious Bastards, and hauled Booshie back. He said something to the other man, low and fast, but Booshie still had his eyes on the guy he had beaten the hell out of. More preppy college kids came up and helped their friend off the floor, but at least they were smart enough to leave.
“Damn, I swear there is always some shit that happens,” Ryan said from behind them.
Naggie couldn’t move as she kept her gaze on Booshie. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her fair share of bar brawls, but this had been something different. She actually felt like Booshie hadn’t just been helping her out, but he had been protecting her in a way mere strangers didn’t really do for each other.
But she supposed it wasn’t like they were really strangers at all, or maybe it was just this weird feeling inside her, because she wanted him in a bad way. And by “in a bad way,” she meant she wanted him to fuck the hell out of her.
He turned away from Tank and slowly moved toward her. He was all muscle, corded and hard, and tensing right below his golden, hard skin. When he was right in front of her, it seemed like the music came blasting back into her, and the voices in the room grew to a normal pitch. The scent of leather, cologne, and even a hint of motor oil from his Harley filled her nose and actually made her wet.
A look around his wide shoulders showed everyone had gone back to what they’d been doing. At least they were smart in that respect. Damn, she had never seen a man wear a pair of jeans, dark T-shirt, or leather biker vest as well as Booshie did.
“Shit, you’re cut.”
His deep voice had her lifting her gaze back to his face, but his focus was on her hand. She looked down, saw that she did have a small cut on the side of her palm, and reached for a napkin. “Damn, I didn’t even realize.” The cut was tiny, but with so much blood smeared on her hand, it looked worse than it was. “It’s okay though.” She lifted her gaze back to his face and saw he was watching her intently.
“You want me to call your boyfriend? He can come get you if you and your friend are too drunk to drive home.” He looked over her shoulder at Bennie.
“Um.” She waited until he looked back at her. “No more boyfriend.” God, she sounded all breathy and excited at that prospect, and how bad was that?
He didn’t say anything for several seconds, and when he did speak, his voice was all deep and husky. “Is that right?” He lowered his gaze to her breasts, and dammit she felt her nipples tighten as if he were actually reaching out and touching her.
“Yeah, that’s right,” she said, but didn’t realize she had actually spoken until the words were already out. She had just broken it off with Rob—that lying, cheating son-of-a-bitch—but regardless, jumping into bed with the man she had been trying not to lust after was wrong on a lot of levels.
But Naggie had never been one to live life by the book. She couldn’t, because of the crappy upbringing she had endured. But this was Booshie, a badass motherfucker from the Vicious Bastards MC, and right now, she was pretty sure he was eye-fucking the hell out of her.
“Girl, you okay? I feel like I’m in some kind of non-physical porno right now,” Bennie whispered into her ear, but Naggie was pretty sure Booshie heard. Hell, the corner of his mouth twitched.
She elbowed Bennie in the ribs and smiled when her friend grunted. “I’m good.” She heard Bennie’s phone going off and then the sound of her friend talking.
“How about I buy you a drink?” Booshie asked.
She nodded, because she was already pretty much drunk, but the little altercation had put a cramp on her buzz. Booshie moved over to the bar, and she glanced down at his hands—his sexy, massively sized hands. Didn’t they say big hands meant a big cock? God, she was grasping at straws now and thinking about totally inappropriate things.
He still had one hand curled into a tight fist, and she knew that although he played it off like he was collected once again, she could tell this was a man unused to keeping his anger in check.
He ordered them a beer each, and for the next twenty minutes, they stayed on a safe topic, with Bennie chiming in every once in a while.
“Listen, I have to get home. My mother is having trouble making the bridal veil for the Brandon wedding, and she needs my help.” Bennie and her mother owned a small, eclectic bridal shop in town. It wasn’t a traditional shop that carried just the white and cream gowns, but ones that were colorful, custom, and original, just like Bennie and her mother. “Are you ready to go?” Bennie grabbed her clutch off the bar top and stood from her seat.
Naggie had driven herself here, but she was far too drunk to even think about doing that now. She also wasn’t ready to leave, not when she was feeling this weird connection with Booshie, but it was the good kind of weird. Tank came up to Booshie again, but this time he had two blonde co-eds beside him.
Their tits were nearly spilling out of their shirts, and their skirts left nothing to the imagination. They also had some weird sparkling shit that covered their arms, and Naggie thought the whole look was ridiculous. She turned toward Bennie when Booshie and the other guy started talking. “I think I might actually stay for a bit longer.”
Bennie leaned to the side and looked at Booshie and then looked at her again. “You seriously expect me to leave you here with this big-ass biker dude? You’re nearly wasted as it is.”
“I’m buzzed, not sloppy, Bennie. Besides, he isn’t a stranger. He is actually close with Cadeon’s girlfriend, family almost, and he’s been coming into the shop for the last few months or so.”