Page 9 of Out for Blood

I rolled my eyes, the goosebumps on my arms standing up and making me feel cool. The memory of Donald’s hands on me, the way he grabbed my ass and tried to pull my skirt up in the corner of the clubhouse that day when Cooper had been out with some of the men had been scary. Hawk had always been there. Always…like my big brother taking care of me.

“Come on,” I said, trying to wash the memory from my mind. “Cooper has always been drop dead gorgeous. He could have anyone he wants, Casey.”

“He can,” he said. “But he doesn’t want them. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen him fuck someone before, I’d think he was a virgin.”

I rolled my eyes, suddenly feeling a little jealous that someone had been able to feel him inside of her body. I wanted to be that person. I’d always wanted to feel him inside of me, and even though it had been close to two decades since he left, I still felt like a schoolgirl around him.

“I should go,” I told him. “It’s getting late, and it looks like Orla has already found someone to go home with.”

Hawk looked behind me to see what I could in the mirror by the door. She was half undressed and had one of the men behind her, kissing her neck as she bent over, rubbing her ass against his crotch.

“Ahh, some things don’t change, huh?”

“Not with Orla,” I laughed.

“Let me take you home,” he said, pushing off the stool and standing up. I grabbed my bag from behind the bar and sighed, showing him my phone where it told him my Uber was close by.

“No need,” I told him. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “It was so good to see you again, Casey. I really missed those blond curls.”

He ran his hand through his hair, straightening them out and burying the longer bits. “Come back, yeah? We’ve settled here so you come by any fucking time, okay.”

I nodded, knowing I probably wouldn’t come back. If Cooper had wanted me, he would have taken me by now. I knew there were rooms here, but he’d taken no action to take me the way Orla said he wanted me, just like before. He didn’t need my kind of trauma anyway. There was still so much I didn’t want him to know about me, the woman I was now.

I headed out into the fresh air, past people having sex on the front porch of the clubhouse and into the darkness surrounding the compound. I headed down the pathway toward the road where I knew the Uber would pick me up from. As I got to the gate, I looked over at the line of bikes all standing in a row. I wondered which one was his.

The strong urge was inside of me wanting to turn back and find him, drag him to an empty room and have my way with him.

No. You can’t, I told myself.

“Hey!” I heard someone call out. Turning around, I saw Cooper making his way to me, away from the clubhouse. “Leaving without saying bye?”

“Yeah, sorry, I couldn’t find you,” I told him. “Orla’s already found herself a buddy, and I’ve seen her have sex way too many times, really too many times for just a friend, so I thought I’d head home. I have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll take you,” he said.

“It’s okay, my Uber is literally here right now.”

The car pulled up and flashed his lights to let me know it was him.

“Fuck that,” he said. “You think I’m letting you get into an Uber with a stranger alone?”

“Coo-”

He moved past me, toward the car. “Fuck off, I got this.”

“Cooper Malone!”

The car sped off, frightened out of their mind at the big, scary biker telling them to fuck off. Great. Now I couldn’t get home.

“You know I do need to get home.”

“Yeah,” he said, closing the distance between us. I could smell the whiskey on him, and the leather of his cut. It had my pussy throbbing for him. “I told you, I’ll take you home.”

“Who says I want to give you my address?” I queried.

“Darlin’,” he said, putting his hand up to the side of my face, moving the errant strands of hair out of my eyes. “I can find that information even without you tellin’ me.”

The thrill of his words and his closeness shot through me like a bullet, straight to my crotch, making me want to squirm.

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