Page 61 of What He Wants

We all plowed out the door, except for Rock and Hawk. They usually stayed behind after church to discuss whatever the fuck it was they discussed. BK and Painter usually grabbed a sweetbutt, something I would normally do, too, and took them to their rooms so they remained in the clubhouse, while I went to the bar out front. I needed a drink, and sat down on the first bar stool that was available.

“Whiskey!” I ordered, making eye contact with Joanne. I threw the first one back and she refilled it immediately without my having to ask. My gaze fell to her tits, which were popping out of the red dress she was wearing. It was a natural reaction, and she would have been disappointed if I hadn’t looked. Her lazy smile held an invitation I’d taken her up on many timesbefore, but it didn’t do anything for me now. My dick didn’t even wake up and notice.

He was obviously being faithful to Daisy.

Snake stepped behind the bar and motioned her over to send her on a break. Once she’d disappeared, he came down to where I was sitting. “No offense, brother, but Joanne’s easier on the eyes.”

He gave me the finger. “The girls are on their way back.”

Thank fuck. I needed to see Daisy, needed to have her in my sight so that I knew she was safe. It had been all I could do to let her go with the girls.Let her go,I thought to myself, as if I had the authority to stop her. But I knew two prospects would be tailing them, and being in a group of six or so chatty women was a hellava lot safer than going somewhere alone.

After spa days, the old ladies usually stopped off there at the club to see the reactions from their men. The club was full of beautiful women, but a day of pampering seemed to add a little extra zing to their confidence. They liked strutting their new looks, teasing their men like cats in heat until they were swept off their feet and whisked to a private room, only to emerge later looking breathtakingly beautiful in a disheveled, flushed, satisfied way.

I couldn’t imagine Daisy looking any more beautiful than she already was.

“Big John!”

I swung toward the direction of the stripper pole. Lucy was humping it during her routine, completely naked, smiling brightly at me after getting my attention. My gaze went down her skinny body. The only thing she really had going for her were her tits. As if reading my thoughts, she turned my way and shook them before palming them and running her hands over them, something she liked to do when she was riding me. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, and she may have once before. But she didn’t hold a candle to the woman who’d just entered my line of vision.

As if an alarm had gone off, my gaze shifted from Lucy to Daisy. She’d just stepped into the bar with the others and hadn’t seen me yet. Fuck, she looked fresh and happy, almost relaxed. Her long, silky hair fell down her back, some of it down the front and curling around a large tit. She had on another one of her sweaters that hugged her curves like I wanted to at that moment. It occurred to me that she hadn’t done much to alter her appearance except for adding little more makeup than usual.

She was fucking hot.

And my dick was rising to the occasion.

I threw back the rest of my drink, slammed my glass down onto the counter, and left the stool. As I walked across the room toward her, she glanced up and met my eyes. Her mouth parted, my gaze dropping there as I thought about devouring those glistening lips, watching my prey sink her teeth into her bottom lip as if she were worried about something. She should be worried. Because I was going to consume her.

I saw her swallow hard.

I watched her nipples bead.

She looked towards the old ladies who’d moved on without her as if her protection had deserted her.

That’s right, baby, be afraid.

Because you’re my prey and I’m the predator who’s going to fucking own you.

Chapter 25

Daisy

The look on Big John’s rugged face looked positively lethal. It was hard to gage the emotions running through him, but I sensed they were primal and out of control. I compared the dangerous aura surrounding him to a lion on the prowl, sensing that his mate was close by. He was stalking toward me, in lazy strides, his eyes simmering with dark, sensual heat that sent a ripple of excitement through me. As he closed the distance between us I watched his nostrils flare, and I grew wet with the knowledge that he was as turned on as I was.

Swallowing hard, I glanced over in time to see Jasmine and the other women disappear through the door leading to the clubhouse, fighting the urge to call them back. Why were they leaving me alone and vulnerable against a man who all he had to do to make me come undone was to simply look at me? Suddenly the earlier events of the day no longer mattered. I’d had time to calm down, and my conversation with the women had alleviated my fears that he just wanted me for sex. I’d grown a better understanding of Big John, and the rest of the men of the club, and how hard it’d been for them to let someone close to them.

They’d assured me that Big John wanted me, and to give him time. They’d each gone through their own personal hell before their men had claimed them, too. Club life wasn’t for everyone, it was dangerous and unpredictable, and most of the men hadn’t wanted to bring a woman into it. The sweetbutts’ took care of their needs.

I was willing to give Big John the time he needed to see that we had something more than just a sexual need for each other. I knew that deep down he felt something more for me, and I couldn’t deny that I cared for him. It was a beginning. And he was right, we needed to get to know each other. But the savage expression on his face now revealed that he didn’t care about anything but claiming me in the most raw and basic way. As the wetness grew between my legs I knew that I was all for that.

When he finally reached me I thought he’d take my arm and haul me to the back but he didn’t. He wrapped a big hand around my neck, sliding beneath the fall of my hair, and jerked me against him for a rough kiss. My heart hammered in my chest, and swirls of sharp arousal fluttered in my lower belly. I opened my mouth eagerly, letting his tongue dart inside to claim mine. He tasted like smoky heat, whiskey and man. And as he ground his mouth over mine his arm slipped around my waist, holding me tightly.

I moaned. And moaned again, arching into the solid bar behind his zipper. He felt like freaking stone, granite, something harder, throbbing with life against me. My hands roamed up Big John’s arms, clenching into his flexing muscles before losing my fingers in his thick hair. I think we both went a little mad, forgetting where we were until he slowly ended the kiss with a series of small, tender nips.

“The women explain why I fucked up?” he rasped down at me, our eyes clinging.

“They came up with some kind of crap about how you men are all alphas and don’t like to admit that you need anyone.” I couldn’t help it, I leaned forward and bit down on his sexy bottom lip. His grunt when he jerked back was my reward, and only made me smile. “How did you know?”

A slow grin came over his mouth. “I know them. I’m sure I was the topic of conversation today.”

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