Page 2 of Craving Her

“That’s not my name. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that. Just leave.”

He starts to walk toward her—I can’t allow it. I flatten my hands out and shove them against his chest. “I don’t think so, asshole,” I growl.

“Back off, man.”

“Make me,” I laugh. I don’t really want to hit the man. I know how women can be. It might make her feel sorry for him and I’d lose my shot. I sigh when I see him change his stance. I know there’s nothing I can do. He completely telegraphs his punch. I throw my hand up, stopping his punch with little effort at all. I press my fingers down hard against his fist, enjoying the way he winces, even as he tries to hide it. “That was a mistake,” I growl, my voice low and deadly. It’s the same tone I use when I’m fighting in the name of the club. It’s one of the reasons Breaker told me that when I am given my patch, the club is going to name me Joker—because I never joke. Fuck, I rarely smile. I’ve smiled more tonight with this red head than I probably have in my whole life.

“Let go,” he huffs, trying to remain the tough guy.

“I’ll have to make sure you don’t try to punch me again. Can’t have my brothers hearing I went soft with you,” I mutter.

“Just shut up.”

I shake my head and then quickly turn our hands, using the force I have on his to twist and keep going until he howls in pain as a bone in his wrist pops. Then I shove him back hard so that he lands on his ass.

“Ow, fuck, man!”

“Um …”

I look beside me to find the reason for my hard dick standing right beside me.Here we go.Now, it’s time for her to give me shit and feel sorry for the worthless piece of shit that’s currently whining on the ground.

“Problem, Peaches?”

She looks up at me as my eyes lock with hers. For a minute, it’s like time stands still. It takes everything in me not to grab her, pull her into my body, and claim her right here and now.

“This is your fault, Kyla. Help me up and let’s get out of this place. All I want is just to hold you and put this horrible night behind us,” loser-boy whines. “I’ll have to get my damned wrist looked at. If it’s broken, I’m suing you and your damn club.”

“Oh, shut up, Chad. Seriously. You try to sue him, and I’ll let my dad know how you called me a bitch and threw me down on the ground. What do you want to bet you won’t be able to do jack-shit after that?”

“Fuck you,” he growls back, clearly knowing he’s lost. As for me, I find myself laughing because things seem to be working out for me. Not only did she seem to not feel sorry for the idiot, but she’s also spitting fire. I cross my arms at my chest and wait—deciding to enjoy the show. “There’s no pussy worth this shit. I’m tired of you acting like a pure as snow virgin when everyone knows you fucked Lucas Klein all last year. You don’t think he loved rubbing it in my face all the nasty shit you let him do? Especially when you wouldn’t open your damn legs for me!”

“I told you I never slept with Lucas! You told me you believed me!”

“I lied, you bitch. Everyone knows exactly what you are! Didn’t you think Lucas would tell everyone what you did with him and his brother?” the guy accuses, finally standing up, while holding his wrist like the little bitch he is.

“What I did with—” she sputters, stopping as she just looks at him in shock.

I get ready to step in when my girl surprises the shit out of me by drawing her fist back and quickly punching him in the gut. He immediately bends over, wrapping his arm around his waist. I start to interject myself again because I’m afraid he’ll go after her and hurt her. She packed a hell of a wallop, and did it smartly, too. He was too tall for her to strike elsewhere with as much power as she managed to his gut. Still, I can’t risk her getting hurt. Before I can step in, however, she grabs him by the hair of his head, pulling him down even more and pulls her other arm back and quickly brings her knee up at the same time, slamming it into his nose like a seasoned veteran. This girl has been trained hard—andgood. Hell, I’m not sure I could have pulled that off as smoothly. I’m impressed as hell.

Chad goes back to the ground this time, and my shock continues when it appears the asshole is knocked out.How in the fuck?She’s not finished, though. She takes off and kicks him in the balls for good measure.

“I think you’ve got him, Peaches.”

“Not good enough. If I was a man, I’d whip it out and piss on the son of a bitch!” she gripes.

“Whip it out?” I laugh.

“Exactly. You don’t realize how great men have it. You can just yank it out and have at it.”

Again, I’m laughing. If my brothers could see me now, they’d wonder what in the hell was going on. Shit, I am wondering that myself. “Well, Peaches, I have to say right now, even if you aren’thappy about it, I’m damned glad you don’t have a dick you canwhipout.”

Her mouth falls open as she looks at me. Her body goes still and then all at once, she starts giggling. “Oh, my God!” She laughs so hard that she practically collapses into me, and I open my arms and wrap them around her, letting her happiness soak inside of me. It’s something I’m not sure I’ve felt before and I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not sure I care. I just want to keep experiencing it. Without realizing it, I reach out and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Slowly, her laughter stops, and those beautiful brown eyes stare up at me in surprise. Something passes between us. It unsettles me, and I can see the same reflection on her face.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

Since I’ve been here in London, Kentucky, I’ve only been called Prospect. Well, lately, some of the guys have begun calling me Joker. For some reason, I don’t want to give her that name. “Torin.”

“Torin,” she repeats, and sweet fucking heaven, nothing has ever sounded better than my name slipping from between her lips.

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