Page 31 of Kilo's Edge

At first, I was amused by my brothers monopolizing my girl’s attention, but then I started to get annoyed. They were doing it on purpose if their smirks were any indication. Clearing my throat, I caught Camila’s attention. “Let’s go for a walk.”

She smiled and stood up, picking up her plate.

“Don’t worry about that,” Strike, our secretary, told her as he covered her hand with his. “We’ll clear this up.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as he kept his hand on hers and shot me a toothy grin. Bastard. They were all trying to piss me off. I was going to remember this when they brought their own women around. I’d have my payback. As soon as Camila looked down to get out of the picnic table, I flipped Strike off.

He threw his head back and laughed. Bolo just kept smirking at me.

Camila shot me a confused look. I walked around the table and draped an arm over her shoulders, leading her toward the clubhouse. I walked her inside. “This is where we usually have our parties, though they do end up outside most of the time.” I pointed toward the bar area. “You want a drink?”

She shook her head. “No, thank you.”

She’d drunk the beer the guys had given her earlier, so I didn’t say anything. I brought her toward the back hallway. “Back here is where we have church and some of the small rooms we have where we can crash after our parties if we don’t want to drive home. This is mine.” I opened the door and motioned for her to head inside.

“What’s the other building for?” she asked, looking around the room.

“Bigger apartments. We have some friends over in Tucson that have them on their compound and Ruck really liked that idea. So, we’re building them.”

“You're doing the building?”

The way she was staring up at me, all impressed and beautiful made me feel like a damn hero. “Well, not just me,” I told her with a grin. “Though I’m helping.”

“Maybe you could show me a few things sometime,” she said. “I’ve always been impressed with people who can build things.” She went over and sat on my bed. I had to look away to keep my dick from getting too damn excited. As much as I liked her, sex wasn’t the reason I’d brought her in here. She wasn’t a club girl. Or a hang around who came to the parties to get laid.

“What is it you like to do?” I asked. “In your spare time.”

“Cook,” she admitted with a smile. “I always wanted to start up my own restaurant.”

“Really?” I nodded. “You’re damn good at it, so I could see that. Why haven’t you?” My eyes narrowed when her gaze darted away.

“Do you sleep here much?”

I let her change the subject. Despite my curiosity I needed to handle her gently. “No. Not often. We have a couple girls who work here. They keep the rooms and bedding clean in case we do stay though.” Going over, I sat next to her on the bed. “If you want to stay for the party tonight, we should talk.”

She lifted her leg onto the bed, tucking it beneath her other so she was facing me, and nodded. “Okay.”

I sighed. “I know you’re not super comfortable with me yet, but I can’t fucking help myself.” I didn't give her the chance to ask the question forming in her eyes. Cupping her cheeks, I kissed her.

The minute my lips touched hers she melted. How the fuck was I supposed to resist doing this when she reacted to me that way? I slid my hands back, cupping her head, and angling it just right so I could take the kiss deeper. Her little gasps were driving me insane, and if I didn’t stop soon, I wouldn’t.

Pulling back, I dropped my forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to think I only brought you here to fuck you.” She made a little sound and I wasn’t sure if it was dismay or interest. “But I definitely want to. Okay.” I straightened up, determined to keep my hands off her tempting curves. “But there’s some shit you need to know about the club.”

She was staring at me, wide eyed, but not speaking. I’d probably shocked her with my words, but she’d have to get used to that. I was a blunt motherfucker. Poetry and shit like that wasn’t my thing. At least she knew I’d never lie to her. Might omit a few things here and there. I started into some of what she could expect in an hour or so. Our parties started early and ended late.

She let me do most of the talking. She just listened. It was a skill for sure.

“I’m sure you have questions.”

She gave a soft laugh. “That was...a lot.”

“Yeah, that’s us,” I told her with a grin. “A lot.”

“So, most of the people coming to tonight’s party will be women?” she asked.

“Yeah. But we’ll have some friends of the club here. Guys that are hanging around to see if maybe they might be a good fit. If they are we might let them prospect with us. Others are allies of the club, who happen to be in town. Maybe some Nomads.” I’d already explained about the structure of the club. Though I kept some of it vague. Told her about some of the rides we did for charity and to help children. And kept even more of the club business vague.

If I decided to make her my old lady and the club agreed, then I would tell her more. If not, then she’d just remain in the dark about the shit we got up to. Most people would label us as vigilantes. I was cool with that description. We helped those who needed it and took care of those who demanded it.

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