Page 16 of Lulu

I released a breath of relief after hanging up. Millie wasn’t stupid. She had to know that I’d been with Loco at some point. I’d been with most of the men, and more than once. It was a miracle that any of the old ladies liked me, knowing that I’d slept with their men. But once they were integrated into the club and understood more about the culture, they were more accepting. They might not have liked what club whores were there for, but it was a way of life they couldn’t change.

The door opened and Brody sauntered in, looking drop-dead sexy in jeans that hugged his powerful thighs and outlined a prominent bulge behind his zipper. His leather jacket was open enough for me to see that he was wearing a gray pullover that hugged the tight muscles of his pecs and abs. Arousal surged through me at the thought of what all that manpower would be like in bed, and I had a hard time swallowing by the time I lifted my eyes to his.

His smirk revealed that he’d noticed my taking him in. His eyes moved up and down my body so fast that I could have imagined it. It didn’t help that I looked a wreck.

“I half-expected you to show up with your girlfriend.” I don’t know what made me say that. I shouldn’t have cared.

His deep laugh caused a pleasant tingle down my spine. “No girlfriend.”

“Well then, your one-night-stand.”

The corners of his mouth curved upwards. “Jealous?”

“Pff!Not likely.” I turned to go get Buttercup, saying over my shoulder, “I’m used to men being faithless man-whores.”

Brody moved so fast I didn’t hear him coming. The next thing I knew he’d pushed me up against the wall and covered me with his body. I caught my breath as I found the front of my body crushed against the wall, and turned my head sideways in order to breathe.

“The only whore here is you,” he grated roughly against my ear. “I don’t want to hear what you’re used to. You don’t know anything about me, and all that changes right now.”

I felt his lips murmur the words against my ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver of need through my body. I hadn’t been with anyone for the better part of a year, and loving sex the way I did, Brody’s overwhelming closeness was turning me on. It didn’t surprise me, even knowing that we didn’t like each other. Since when did liking someone have anything to do with fulfilling a sexual hunger? I bumped my hips back as if trying to dislodge him, but all it did was reveal how fucking hard his cock was against my ass.

I caught his hiss as he thrust right back against me.

“What do you want?” My words came out in a husky rasp. I wasn’t afraid of him, only of what he made me feel. I liked rough, take-charge men that took what they wanted. It was a good thing, because I’d surrounded my life with them. But Brody was different. Not in the way he was dominating me, but in the way that I felt for him. I wanted to hate him.

He ran his mouth up and down the side of my neck, grinding his cock into my ass. “I want you, Hellcat. And someday soon I’m going to fuck you. So you might as well get ready, because when that day comes, you’ll never be the same.”

I shivered. “Sounds like a threat.” I hated the sound of my breathless voice, but Brody’s lips closing over the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck was my weakness. His sucking caused my knees to buckle. I caught his low chuckle.

“You’re not immune to me.”

“I never said I was. You’re the one who turned me away.” I would never forget his expression the time that he’d looked across the Desert Rebels’ clubhouse and saw me with Loco, realizing what I was to the club. From that day forward Brody had gone out of his way to avoid and ignore me.

“Because I couldn’t stand what you were.”

“A whore. I saw the way you looked at me. The disgust.”

“I wasn’t disgusted to find out that you were a club whore.” There was anger in his tone, along with regret. What did he have to be regretful of? “I was disgusted that you thought that was all you were good for.”

I stopped breathing.

“I don’t begrudge a woman who likes sex, just one who thinks that’s all she’s got to offer.”

I didn’t know what to do with that. So all this time he’d been disappointed in me? Not judging me for my life’s choices, but for not valuing myself enough. As I tried to digest that, the hard bar of his cock brought me back to the present. We were both breathing hard now, and I couldn’t believe I was in this position, and at work of all places. I thought about the bed in the back room, and almost laughed at the ridiculous notion of suggesting that we use it.

“All this time I thought you hated me for being a whore.” I hadn’t realized until then how much thinking that had hurt me.

“Not hate. Never that,” Brody growled low, his strong hands beginning to glide lazily up the sides of my body. It wasn’t a tentative touch. It was as if he were mapping out my curves because he was driven to. “I wanted you the second I fucking saw you.”

His hands paused just beneath my breasts, his fingers splayed out. Was he waiting for an invitation? Without warning he tugged on my ear and continued the journey. His hands cupped and massaged my breasts, dragging a deep moan of pleasure out of me. I closed my eyes as he tweaked my hard nipples so hard that a gush of arousal flooded my panties.

Shit!This wasn’t happening. I resisted the urge to turn around and climb his body and demand that he fuck me, but I didn’t want to come off desperate and needy. I still wasn’t convinced that Brody wasn’t playing with me just to break down my defenses to prove that he could. He was turning my body against me, though.

“Go get Buttercup.”

I froze with disbelief, and if I were honest, with aggravation that he’d gotten me all worked up just to shut it down. His demand certainly didn’t match his actions. I could still feel the strength of his cock against me as he continued to pinch my nipples. His mouth was against my skin, and every time he spoke the heat of his breath, the brush of his lips against me, caused a rippling tingle down my spine.

“We’ll finish this later.” He stepped back.

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