Page 2 of Wolf

Smoke blew into my face. Then the girl pulled the cigarette from her lips as I brought my face closer. My hand caught her elbow, my faded, black tattoos dulled against her skin tone as I ran my rough and calloused fingers to her wrists. Her soft, plump lips were only an inch from mine, and just before they touched, I let out a softgrowl.

“Don’t touch my smokes.” With that, I plucked the cigarette out of her hand and stepped back. I enclosed the white tobacco stick with my mouth and breathed in, the nicotine waking up my system with an unhealthy, but preferred, goodmorning.

The girl pouted. “You didn’t mind me touching elsewhere lastnight.”

I shook my head. “Last night was last night. Now it’s morning. The rules havechanged.”

“Oh?” the girl purred, her eyes rolling up and down the length of my huge body, her lips damp. “And what are therulesnow?”

“The rules, huh?” I took another drag, pretending to think about it. “No women in my room.Getout.”

With that, I stubbed the cigarette into the ashtray on the dresser and headed to the bathroom, leaving the girl standing there with wide eyes and an open mouth that I was nine out of ten sure I filled lastnight.

“You’re joking, right?” The girl followedafterme.

I filled the doorway to the bathroom and turned on her, making her come to an abrupt stop. I leaned down, letting my face get close to hers, but this time, she took a slowstepback.

“I don’t joke,sweetheart.”

I slammed the door shut on her opening mouth and patted myself on the back for having had the walls soundproofed. I turned on the shower and stepped inside, also thanking Lamb, my vice president, for making sure we got high-pressure showers installed despite the sky-high price we had to payforthem.

I leaned my head against the shower wall and sighed, begging for the water to wash away the pounding throb in my skull. I stayed in the shower for ten extra minutes, giving the girl more than enough time to get her little ass out of my club beforesteppingout.

Last night showed on my face, with the dark stubble shadowing my jaw and dark hair sticking to the sides of my broad face. I had a bruise purpling on my jaw—not that I had any idea how it got there. And to be honest, Ididn’tcare.

What I did care about was why on earth I let Jax convince me to try hismoonshine.

I didn’t bother shaving, opting to get dressed and go track the bastard down to show him how much I appreciated his generous gesture last night, then find out what the hell happened, since I didn’t remember much after the thirdglass.

I dragged on a shirt, jeans, and my worn Black Angels cut, scratching off a bit of dried blood on the hem, and made my way down the hall of rooms, noting some of my brothers half-dead in bed with a few girls drapedoverthem.

As I entered the bar, I couldn’t help but notice that noise. That same goddam noise that made my dick twitch whenever I heard it and my balls twist in pain until itwentaway.

Anna’s boots clicked against the wooden floors. She jumped up onto one of the stools that she refused to lower, even as her short, curvy legs barely reached the footrest. Her perky ass jiggled its way into a comfortable position, and leaned her round globes onto the bar as if offering each inch of them to bebitten.

Lamb stood by the bar, not showing whether he’d noticed me or not. His blond hair was perfectly styled, spikes protruding everywhere despite last night’s party, and the monkey suit he was dressed in told me he had business later that day. Considering it was Lamb, he had more than likely clocked me walking in without having to look in my direction. Instead, his eyes stayed on Anna, more than happy to watch the feud about tobegin.

I silenced my feet, the skill coming back to me with ease, as I slid across the chipped, worn, and stained wood floors, coming up behind her in silence, catching her faint rose scent and feeling my headache start torecede.

Her body stiffen, and I smiled at herawareness.

My hands reached around her and pressed down on the aged bar, caging her in. I leaned down, my face coming close to her ear, the softness of her silky, short hair brushing against my roughcheeks.

“And to whom do I owe this pleasure?” I purred, letting my voice rumble low in the way that always made her quiver, even when she tried tohideit.

It worked like acharm.

“Get lost, Wolf. I have no time for you thismorning.”

Most men would have lost their nerve at the ice in her voice, but I knew the game and wasn’tbuyingit.

“You say that, but I’m sure that ass of yours came here looking fortrouble.”

She spun on her stool, making me step away before she kicked me with those boots. I was not having a repeat of the time I found out they were steelcapped.

Blue eyes narrowed through her ice-blonde hair, glaring at me as they scanned my features. They reached the side of my jaw, and I had no doubt she spotted the bruise I had attained at some point lastnight.

She let out a long-sufferingsigh.

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