Page 26 of Saving Chains

I pass through the throng of drinkers, saying hi to the ones I recognize and nod at the ones I don’t just to be polite. There’re not many people that don’t recognize me, even though I’ve been away for seven years. Most people in this town have lived here all their useless fucking lives, so the ones older than me won’t just remember me as a little punk, but they also remember my dad too. And right now, the last thing I want to do is remember that piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve my thoughts or any headspace. I push him far from my mind’s eye and focus on what I came for.

After my little spat with Pres, I had a ride out to calm down. Reaper had texted me to tell me about some club business, they needed to secure some weapons, so he took Snake with him. As much as I wanted to be there, and get back to doing what I know best, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. So instead, I rode. I cleared my head, fought off some old demons and came back here, after grabbing a quick nap and a shower.

I needed my fix. Something has changed between us and I’m so ready to explore it. Fuck what Pres has to say.As I cut through the crowd, there she is, standing with her back to me, her ass swaying to the music as she stands in front of the jukebox. Her dark hair covers the upper half of her back in iron rod straight strands. Her arms are bare in the small, pink camisole, and she’s got those goddamn leather pants on again. The ones she wore the night I came home. They cling to her ass like a second skin making my dick stand to attention like it’s in a military march. It presses against my zipper, making it fucking uncomfortable. She bends at the waist giving me more of that sexy ass to stare at as she leans on her hands.

The slow guitar riff from The Eagles, singing about sex fetishes and a hotel in California, soon changes to Queen. As my head bobs to the drum beat of Killer Queen, I bypass her for now, and go to the bar to give Frisco a chin lift in greeting. He passes me a beer from the fridge and goes back to serving some pretty girls at the bar. He’s gives them that smile, I know they’re only sat there because of him. I smirk just as Reaper slides up beside me and slots himself in the gap. “Well, hello there, sexy ladies.”

I turn my back to the bar and swig my beer. I peer through the crowd and see Luna still fixated on the jukebox. “Who are your friends, Frisco?” I hear Reaper ask, my head shakes with a smirk to my lips. I’m having nothing to do with this. There’s only one woman I’m here for. I came so close to kissing her last night until her friend cockblocked us, then this morning I finally got a taste again, then fucking Reaper did the same thing, I’m starting to think there’s a theme going on. Fuckers.

Her ass sways steadily from side to side to the beat of the music and I creep up behind her, taking a firm hold of her hips. A loud gasp comes from her as she jerks upright and swings her head to the side to look over her shoulder. When she sees it’s me, her eyes narrow to slits and she faces the front again.

“I’m not talking to you.”

I brush my nose up the shell of her ear, “You know you don’t mean it.” My hard length grazes the bottom of her back. The gasp she tries to hide is a lot louder than she thinks and it makes me smile. As I round her, I take my hands from her to stand at the side of the jukebox, leaning one elbow on the top and drink my beer. I eye her over my bottle as I take it from my lips.

“If I wanted one of the brothers to work here, I would’ve asked.”

“It’s for your safety.” I fire back.

Her gaze darkens as she snipes. “The choice was made for me.”

I step up and grip her hip in my free hand, “So did Mac, when he thought he could fucking touch you.” I hear her breaths quicken when I lean in and invade her space, “And no one fucking touches you like that.”

Killer Queen comes to a close and changes to Black Velvet by Alannah Myles. Her hips sway again softly as she steps back out of my space, her hands moving to the back of her neck as she flicks out her hair. She takes small steps, dancing to the song in her sky-high heels and winds her body, bending at the knees and brings herself back up until her face is in mine, our bodies just a breath apart and the air thick between us.

“You keep doing that, I won't be able to stop myself.”

“Who says I want you to?”

The fingerprints on her neck are like a beacon shining through the haze, “I refuse to fuck you against a wall. You’re more special than that.”

“Am I though?”

“Damn fucking straight you are.”

She smiles, steps back and carries on dancing. If she keeps on like this, I'm going to come in my boxers. I haven’t done that since I was young. I’m not about to start now. I put my bottle back to my lips, draining what’s left as she turns, stepping back, and pushes her ass against me. Taking her hips firmly in my hands I growl in her ear, “You’re testing my patience, baby.” I slide my hand from her hip, and over the curve of her ass and my head dips to kiss below her ear. My cock so hard, I can’t fucking see straight.

Her soft gasps turn me on as I trail my lips further down, reaching the dip between her neck and shoulder. “I need a fucking drink.” I huff, “A real fucking drink.”

Releasing her, I turn and head to the corner of the bar. There’s a new girl behind the bar and when she sees me waiting, she comes over. I didn’t realize she was getting more staff in. Still, at least with Frisco behind the bar they’ll both be safe. I’d say she’s only twenty-one, but I see Reaper catch her eye. My eyes roll and I order Luna and myself a tequila each. “I’ll settle up with Luna later.” The girl nods as I turn away and goes to the next person that’s waiting, and less than patiently, he bangs his fist on the top of the bar. Reaper's head turns his way and one look from him has the guy pissing where he stands. He soon stops what he's doing. Knowing that Reaper has everything in hand, I take the shots back to Luna.

“Tequila?”She lifts a brow.

“You got it darlin’.”

We clink glasses and tip the shots back, Luna puts her glass on the jukebox, prowls forward, and fisting my tee she tugs me forward. Our bodies slam together as our mouths meet, sliding my tongue across the closed seam of her lips as I push her into the corner. She soon relents and our tongues meet as I taste the tequila. She kisses me, and the small amount of Tequila that is still in her mouth trickles down my throat. Jesus fucking Christ. My dick wants to break its confines, he’s more than ready to play. I take her in my arms and kiss her. Devour her. Sucking the tequila from her tongue, I kiss her until her knees weaken and she's melting against me. Her hands roam up and down my back, while mine fall to her rounded ass, squeezing it as she grinds against me and rubs her thigh against my hard on.

“Hey.” Her hand pushes into my hair. “Luna, just a minute sweetheart.” She leans back and focuses on my eyes, but all I can concentrate on is the glaze that makes her green eyes shine, the flush in her cheeks and her slightly swollen lips from our kiss. “Are you okay?”

“You’ve seriously stopped to ask me that?”

“Well considering what…” Lifting her hand to my face, she places here finger on my lips to stop me from talking.

“Don’t. Being here this morning was hard enough at first, but this is my bar, my business and that son of a bitch is not going to drive me out. I don’t want to think about him, Levi. He doesn’t belong in here,” she taps the side of her head, “and I will not be scared.” Her nails softly scrape down my face through my stubble. “There’s only one man I want…”

Her admission is like music to my ears as I wrap my arm tightly around her waist and pull her closer.My lips find her neck again before trailing them down to her ear, and trace her collarbone with my tongue, licking and sucking as I go. “Do you mean that?” Her eyes sparkle as she smiles,

"Yes I do. You’re the only one I really want.”

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